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 arched again and again, trying to press herself into that hand more deeply. She could hardly even concentrate on kissing him back, gripping his shoulders as hard as she could. Moremoremore.
Summer wasn’t able to get much kissing so Derek moved to mouth and suck at her neck as she gripped at him. He sped up his hand, keeping it gentle but going deep and slow as his two fingers could manage and finally letting his thumb brush over her clit.
She shaped his name, though no sound came, much as she wanted it to. She had no idea what he’d found, but it shot sparks through her body, and she felt like she might explode.
And then she did.
Everything whited out for a second, and she squeezed her eyes shut, fingers closing and flexing against Derek’s skin. She shuddered in his hands.