His lips found that sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, and I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair.
“Found it,” he said with satisfaction.
“Found what?”
“The spot that makes you make that sound.”
I could feel my face burning. “What sound?”
“That little gasp. I want to hear it again.”
He kissed the spot again, this time with teeth, and I couldn't help the moan that escaped.
“Better,” Derek grinned against my skin.
“You're enjoying this too much.”
“I'm enjoying you.” He pulled back to look at me, his eyes dark but tender. “But if you want me to stop...”
“I don't want you to stop. I just...” I bit my lip, suddenly shy. “I've never done any of this before. I don't know what I'm doing, but I want to do it all with you.”
“Hey.” Derek's hand came up to cup my face. “Neither do I. Not really. I mean, I've done stuff, but not like this. Not with someone I...” He stopped, searching for words. “Not with someone I care about this much. Someone I want to get it right with.”
“So we're both figuring it out?”
“Together. Like everything else.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” He kissed me softly. “And Rosie? We don't have to do anything. We can just kiss. We can just hold each other. We can go back to watching the movie. There's no pressure.”
“I know. That's why I trust you.”
We kissed again, slower this time, learning each other. Derek's hands stayed respectful, one in my hair, one on my back, never straying too far. My hands explored his chest, his shoulders, his arms, memorizing the feel of him.
Growing braver, I kissed him deeper, rolling my hips against his, making him groan. I felt his erection over his jeans, and excitement and curiosity overpowered my shyness.
Derek's hand stilled as he felt me rub myself on him. “Does this feel good?” he groaned in my ear as I pushed into him. “You like it there?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, enjoying the pressure building from the friction. I've touched myself many times, I knew what I liked, but it felt different with all the clothes between us. “I want more.”
“Rosalie...” he rolled his hips carefully. “I don't think you're ready.”
“I thought there was a step between sex and kissing,” I grinned at him wickedly. “I want you to touch me.”
“Are you...”
“Yes,” I nodded, consenting quickly. “I'm a thousand percent sure, touch me, Derek.”
I didn't have to encourage him. His hand dipped under my t-shirt, grabbing a handful of my boobs with a groan and taking my perky nipples between his fingers, rolling them.
A loud moan escaped me as he chuckled.
“Love that you don't wear a bra, and you see, your boobs are the perfect size for my hand. They are not too small at all,” he kissed me as he worked my nipple, getting rid of all my insecurities.
“Oh gosh,” I moaned, sounding out of breath as my center pulsed.
His other hand moved south, touching my center and pulling my knees up. My legs fell open for him as I pushed my hips up. “Please... touch me.”
