It Was the Knife-Man!
We couldn't keep our hands or lips off each other during the drive home, not caring that Paul was there. It had been more than six months, and we were hungry for each other.
The silence inside the car was filled with the sound of our wet kisses, my moans of his name, and his groans of mine.
I unbuttoned his shirt and roamed my hands all around his body - his smooth, soft yet hard skin felt hot under my touch. My mouth sucked his exposed skin, marking him as mine.
He didn't take off my clothes, but his hands roamed around my body through my clothes. He pinched my nipples roughly through my clothes, and I arched my back. His mouth sucked the crook of my neck, marking me as his.