I hesitate for just a moment, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as I wonder what he means by that. Then, without thinking, I lean in closer still, feeling the warmth of his breath on my lips as well. My eyes drift shut, and before I know it, my lips meet his in a soft, tentative kiss.

It starts out slow and chaste, but soon enough Dad seems to remember how this is done and deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine with a hunger that takes my breath away.

Dazed and disoriented, I respond to the heat of his tongue with a moan that vibrates against his lips. My hands find their way up his chest, gripping tightly in an attempt to anchor myself as my body begins to thrum with desire. The feel of her weight on top of me, grinding against my growing erection, only serves to fuel the fire inside me until I can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins.