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.
Anya took the hand on her shoulder as a good sign. She kept her mouth on him, getting into a rhythm of moving up and down the length of him. She reached up and massaged around the base and his scrotum.
He is rather inexperienced, so this handling of him, this feeling is starting to bring that feeling. He had only had it when masturbating, but now...this was *far* more intense.