Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her again.
Her mouth dropped open, and she squeezed her eyes shut and arched again. Moremoremore. For all the words trapped in her mind, unable to be spoken, she had none for that sensation, for the way he was making her body feel.
Derek kept kissing gently, lavishing her torso in kisses as his hand began to rub gently, fingers stroking her slowly. Her back arched beautifully and the look on her face was pure pleasure.
She wasn’t aware of anything beyond his fingers, touching and teasing. She moaned, soft and low and desperate, and rocked her hips, fingers clutching at the sheets or at his skin or his hair. Losing control over her gift, she pushed her pleasure at him in fits and spurts, accidentally imposing her desire on him briefly.