I flopped onto the bed next to him, the throb between my legs worsening. I made no indication that I expected something in return. The oral sex had been a gift and nothing more.
Smith raced to catch his breath. "Amazing."
"I'm glad you think so," I replied, unable to fight back the smile that split over my face. I only hoped Dad didn't hear his loud moans.
The bed dipped as he turned and perched his head on a hand. "It's your turn."
Warmth opened my chest. It was sweet of him to offer, but it was the first time I'd had the slightest upper hand over him and I intended to keep it. "I'm all right. We should get downstairs and join the others."
He closed the space between us. "You're not leaving this room until you've had at least one orgasm." His low-pitched voice exuded power.
I inched away from him and lifted myself up. "I can wait."
