He kissed like he was still trying to figure me out--tongue teasing, lips pulling, hand never breaking rhythm as he jerked me with long, practiced strokes. He knew what I liked. He remembered. That made me harder.
"Turn over," he said, voice husky. "I want you on your knees this time."
I obeyed. There wasn't even hesitation. There never was with him.
I felt the cool air on my bare ass, then the warm press of his hand. A firm smack landed across one cheek, and I groaned. It wasn't pain. It was ownership. His mark on me. The only one I ever wanted.
Danny knelt behind me, one hand gripping my hip while the other guided himself back inside. He pushed in slower this time, savoring every inch, like he needed to memorize what I felt like from the inside out.
"f**k, Ralph," he hissed. "You fe
