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.
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.
Derek kept feeling strange sensations, almost like he was feeling pleasure from somewhere besides himself. It took him a moment to realize but that was exactly what it was. Surges of her pleasure kept shooting through him, making his cock throb. He moaned and shuddered at half of them, but kept his composure to stay focused on her. Slowly he let one finger straighten out and begin to gently press forward, into her.
Her mouth shaped his name, soundlessly, the first time she’d ever tried to speak with him. Eyes closed, her whole body arched and twisted in his hands, sparks seeming to race across her skin. The intensity of the sensation overwhelmed her in a way that nothing in her short memory had done before. Almost looking for something to distract her, she hooked a hand behind Derek’s head, trying to kiss him again.