Derek POV
Her hand wrapping around my c**k has a moan escaping my lips. When she starts to stroke me, I know if she keeps touching me this way I'm going to embarrass myself. Her hand feels like silk against my skin. Nothing like my own rough hand, which has been the only thing to touch me this intimately. A bead of pre-c*m forms at the tip, making each stroke wetter. I reach down, capturing her wrist, my eyes never leaving hers. I see the flash of disappointment before I lower my mouth and capture her lips.
"Anna, if you keep stroking me, this will be over before we even get started. I want to make you feel good before I embarrass myself." Lust flashes in her eyes. "Touching you feels good," she whispers. "It feels f**king amazing, but I want my c*m inside you, not on your belly." Her
