His eyes still closed, I sat up and pressed my lips softly against his. “I’d rather show you how I feel.” I whispered his own words back to him, then kissed him again.
He was surprised for a second, before his hands wound through my hair, holding me against him as he kissed me back, slow and sensual. It was a tender kiss that I hadn’t expected from Derik.
I pushed him back, lowering him into the mattress before straddling him, rubbing myself along his length. He sighed against my lips as I moaned, his d**k teasing me.
“We can’t…kiss,” he said, pulling away with hesitation.
I smiled. “Oops,” I said, then lifted myself and held him at my entrance.
He smiled and sat up, helping me position myself. “We’ll go slow,” he said, like he was doing me a favor, but it made me frown.
“Why?”
