Birdie's
“Can I have a taste?” Luke asked, caressing my waist with his hands. I turned my head to look at him and nodded, reaching down between my legs to run my fingers through the wetness Dad had caused.
Luke turned me in his arms, and I held my fingers up to his mouth. Just like I did with Dad’s, Luke wrapped his lips around my fingers and licked the juices off. His eyes stayed on mine while his tongue swirled around my fingers, and I smiled as I felt tingles inside of me.
“On the bed, Birdie,” Dad ordered, and I pulled my fingers out of Luke’s mouth. “On all fours,” he added.
“No,” Luke chimed in. “I want her on top of me,” he said, then got on the bed, lying on his back. I crawled on top of him and held myself up with my hands on his chest. His hands were placed on my waist, and
