I can feel Danny's muscles beneath my hands and between my thighs twitch and tense up, moaning when his hips take over. It's impossible to keep up with a consistent rhythm that is no longer there, but it doesn't stop me from trying. The pay off is more than worth it. Waist rolling in a tight circular motion, my own legs begin to tremble as I lean back, eyes screwing shut, riding the wave to the end.

Slouching forward, my head hangs and shoulders rise and fall as I try to catch my breath. My hips keep moving, not quite ready to stop. It's a slow rise and fall as my body winds down, tongue moving to lick dry lips. There's no knowing when, if ever, I might find myself in this position again, so I savor it.