A shiver ran up my spine….not just from the heat, but from the way my clit was throbbing, at the memory of his tongue lapping there. I pressed harder, circling but stopped short, breath hitching.
I got out and dressed in jeans that chafed my inner thighs and a loose tee that hid the marks and went downstairs. Mom stood at the stove, flipping eggs, her hair tied back in a ponytail. “Morning, honey. Did you sleep well?” She asked, glancing over, spatula in hand and smiled brightly.
“Yeah,” I muttered, sliding onto a stool at the island. Daniel sat across, holding a newspaper in one hand and sipping coffee. He nodded, eyes crinkling. “Big plans today?”
“Just classes.” I muttered, pouring cereal into a bowl and adding milk. Then Roland entered shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, V of m
