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.
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.
Derek pumped the finger more as he felt her getting more wet around it, and then he carefully lined up a second, beginning to ease it in as he kissed her. The pleasure she was sharing was intense and he wanted to make her feel even better.
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.