Derek watched as the Sasha took his index finger between her lips, satisfied by the way she had finally stopped denying herself from him. Despite the rising heat of the situation, he couldn't help but give a small laugh as her words to him. All he wanted to do was reply with a corny line, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to chance it. It had taken him so long to break through her barrier and he had no desire to have himself move backwards. Instead, it seemed more appealing for him to play it safe for once which was a bit unusual for him. He rarely worried about messing things up with a female and always said the first thing that came to his mind since he could easily get another one to replace her if she got turned off by what he said. Maybe it was a tribute to how bad he had was desiring Sasha, making him unwilling to actually take a risk, even one that probably would have been small and insignificance in the end anyway.<br/><br/>He was hesitating from the overthinking of the question, and his grip around her wrist loosened for a brief moment. His heart had been pounding from excitement, but he was ignoring his usual instinct to push things further. Was he having a bad trip from the ecstacy he had taken earlier? Normally, his drugs would help him to lose his fears and allow him to throw caution to the wind. However, this time Derek was experiencing a different effect, one that was making him feel more reserved. It wasn't something that he was used to, and it was causing him to get upset. That something could actually make him act unlike himself bothered him, whehter it be the drug or his own yearning for the woman before him.<br/><br/>Overall, the whole situation was making Derek uneasy and even a little angry at himself. He wasn't going to let it beat him, though. Finally, he just blurted it out. "Please, please... Mr. Logan was my father." With those words, his resolve had returned. He didn't care how stupid, corny, or cliche the joke was because by getting the words out of his mouth Derek was able to overcome his own anxiety.<br/><br/>The man curled his finger slightly within the girl's mouth, applying a bit of pressure against her moist tongue as it rested atop it. "But, in all honesty, you can call me whatever gets you more excited. Whether it be Derek..." As he spoke, his hand released her wrist completely and moved to her hips, sliding downward until it was over her backside. "... Or Mr. Logan." He finished, hinting to the fact that he wasn't hating the idea of being addressed as a mister either.<br/><br/>Derek would have pulled Sasha up against him so that she could've felt his growing arousal that had started since he had begun speaking to her, but the counter between them prevented the two from getting too close. He hated his position, feeling that he was limited from taking her the way that he wanted. If they were to go any farther, somebody would need to move, if not both of them. "So, should we head somwhere with a little more privacy...?" Derek began to ask, his finger starting to move back and forth between her lips, the tip sliding aross her tongue. "Or should I join you back there and where I can make things a lot more exciting for you on this dull night." His hand moved to the edge of her mini-skirt, pulling it up slightly so that his hand could have access to the bare skin of her upper thigh. "That is, if this really is one of those opportune moments you were speaking of earlier." Once he was finished speaking, his finger was removed from her mouth, a bit of saliva dripping from it, as he granted her a minute to reply to his questions.