Mutual Masturbation

"Brett.... please." Daisy pleaded.

He kissed her temple. "I'll say when."

She nodded and her grip loosened automatically. He stepped back and away from her, and his hand dropped to fist his dick. Daisy shifted restlessly, her attention turned to his hand. As the distance between them widened, she began to ache, her body responding to the loss of Brett's.

"See something you like?" He purred, pleasuring himself.

Astonished that he’d taunt her after denying her, she looked up and her breath caught. Brett was burning slowly, too. She couldn’t think of another word to describe him. He was watching her with a heavy-lidded gaze like he wanted to eat her up, alive. His tongue slid leisurely along the seam of his lips, as if he tasted her. When he caught the full lower curve between his teeth, Daisy curved lowly, feeling warmth between her legs.

She knew that look so well..... knew what came after it...... knew how feral he could be when he wanted her that badly. It was a look that scream