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 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.
Derek let her hand guide him back to her lips, kissing her as he breathed heavily through his nose. He let his finger press in to the knuckle slowly before easing it back and then rocking it in again. He set up a pace like that, teeth tugging gently at her bottom lip and tongue slipping past her lips to snake into her mouth.
The combination of the two held her almost wholly helpless in his hands. She stretched her legs wider apart, one knee crooking up on the bed, and shuddered. The emotional pressure of her feelings onto him was almost continual, now, and she felt as though a vast wave was gathering, waiting to sweep her away. The only word she could put to it was ‘good’; the sense of him sliding easily in and out of her was so good.