Well, shite, Daisy hadn't been quite so prepared for this. The sound of skin slipping on skin, the little huffs of breath, the pounding of her heartbeat in her own ears. Each served to keep Daisy so very present in the moment. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she watched unabashedly. She wanted to know what he liked and how he pleased himself. Because the next time, and there would be a next time, she would be prepared.
She was so engrossed in watching him, Daisy didn't notice that Neville's eyes were on her, seeing how he affected her. She squirmed in place, careful not to touch him and interrupt his moment. Under the blankets her thighs were pressed tightly together to stave off her own arousal. She wanted Neville to have his time before she tired to selfishly intrude on it.