Derek follows, kissing Anya once she is situated and getting onto his knees. As he lowers he begins to kiss down her as his position allows, starting from the jawline and going to the nape of her neck, her collarbone, and then to the sternum as his hands reach up and behind Anya, getting her bra removed.
Anya sat still and savored the feel of his warm mouth on her skin. Each place that he kissed felt like it was on fire. It was hard to just sit there and not do anything.
With the bra unhooked, his mouth went from the clavicle to the newly exposed breast.
"Beautiful."
He took the nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the of the right while the left was being handled by his hand before he quickly pulls away and switches to the left.
Anya arched into his mouth and put her hands on her side of his head. She moaned at the feel of his mouth on her exposed breast. "Oh god that feels good."
Derek couldn't help but smile at that. He wanted to make her feel good, and he wasn't quite all the way there yet. He moved his attention farther down, kissing her clavicle again before moving down, his hands now busy with undoing her pants.
Derek pulled them down, taking his time to enjoy the view of seeing her there, her being there in a situation that only played itself out in his wildest dreams before, but even then there was the nagging. So instead of letting it ruin the moment, he tried to turn this uncertainty to his advantage.
"I am...not very experienced with this, but..."
Derek moved closer, ghosting his hand on the inside of her thigh.
"...I want you to feel good. So..."
This time the lips followed, with his hands urging her to open her legs.
"...if I don't do well, I just want you..."
The hand now reaches for that final barrier between then, his fingers just barely pressing against it.
Anya gasped as his fingers found sensitive flesh. "Just like that," she said barely above a whisper. Her head fell back and her eyes were half closed. She leaned back on her hands, her hips pushing against his hand.
Derek nodded a bit from where he was, pulling the nice silk panties gingerly to the side with his left, the right ghosting around her mons while he leans closer, pressing his lips onto her nether lips.
His available hand begins to press against her lips while his tongue starts dancing...on her lips, which is sure to feel good, but how it's probing it's looking for something. Most likely her hood but...his inexperience is showing.
Anya jerked in response to him finding that very sensitive spot. Her hands tightened on his head and her hips arched against his hand. Each lick sent shocks through her body. She could feel the pressure starting to build.
If that spot got *that* much of a reaction, with her hands tightening against his head, he's very much going to continue with the tongue on that spot while his hand increases it's speed moving in and out of her.
That...having her react that way, coming to her full and gripping his hand that way...it was intense in a way that Derek didn't know how to explain.
Derek removed his fingers and got up, moving his kisses up the same route he took down until he was facing Anya, waiting for her to recover enough and tell him what she wanted.
Derek moans a bit as the his length is lost in the wonderful feeling of her mouth. He tries to stay still, but the feeling of pleasure coming from it makes even his powerful legs buckle a bit.
Well, not much he can do about that now. She's moving up and down, and it's doing nothing but making him feel great. the only thing he does, to steady himself from the pleasure, is put his hand on her shoulder.