When his gaze lowered, his nostrils flared, and he licked his lips before turning back to his eggs. His chest rose and fell at a faster cadence.
I slowly slid my hand up my inner thigh, snagging Daddy's attention.
He watched the slow procession of my hand. His shoulders stiffened.
I wasn't supposed to touch myself without permission. There would be a punishment later.
When Mom stood and walked her plate to the sink, Daddy's arm flung out and caught my wrist.
"Be careful, little one," he whispered.
Instead of pulling my hand away, I grabbed his wrist with my free hand and pressed his fingers against me.
He pulled in a breath when his fingers slid through my wetness.
I released his wrist when Mom turned from the sink. Daddy held my gaze while he licked his fingers clean.
"Do you g
