Mila

I woke up the next morning with my body still humming from everything that happened yesterday. My pussy felt tender and a little sore from how intensely I had fingered myself while thinking about Sean’s tongue on me. I stretched slowly under the sheets, my skin warm against the fabric, my mind replaying every moment—his hands gripping me, his mouth bringing me right to the edge right before Mom came home. I pressed my thighs together and let out a soft sigh. God, I needed to stop thinking about him like this.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached over, my heart giving a little jump when I...