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Billy knew damn well what she wanted to do. She wanted to get laid, by him. She wanted him to rip her clothes off, open her legs and fuck her brains out. She wanted him to make her come and come again until she was too sore to come anymore. She wanted him to take back what had always been his and, if she had her way, always would be. She wanted to smell Billy's smell on her. She wanted to be Billy's woman again so badly, she was having trouble holding herself together.
As they drove across town, she pulled down the zipper on his pants and slipped her hand inside, loving the feel of heat and hardness as she ran the tips of her fingers over his shaft and it responded eagerly to her touch. "Where are we going?"
"I hope it's not the local lover's lane."
He made a noise like he was choking. "That's not the place I had in mind."
"Where then? That farmer's field where we used to go?" The thought of making out on damp grass and maybe getting caught made her catch her breath with anticipation. She wrapped her fingers a little tighter around his penis. It was hot, it was hard, and it was hers to command.
"Somewhere we won't be disturbed or interrupted."
"Good. We're a bit too old to take a chance on the cops catching us with our pants down."
"And much too old to be embarrassed like that." As he spoke, Billy pulled into the driveway of a darkened house, turned off the engine, and held up his keys. He raised his eyebrows enquiringly. "Want to come inside?"
Chuckling at the double entendre, Sharon removed her hand from Billy's pants and peered at the house. "Does the house belong to the same friend as this car?"
"No. House ismine. I only moved in a month ago, so don't expect anything grand. Place is a mess. I haven't finished unpacking, I'm in the middle of renovating the kitchen, and I haven't had time to buy much in the way of furniture."
Billy unlocked the front door and switched on a light, and Sharon followed him into the tiled entrance hall. But before she had time to look around, he'd closed the door, turned off the light, and she was in his arms, his mouth finding hers in the semi-darkness.
His tongue plundered her mouth, then his lips moved down her neck and he began sucking her nipples through the delicate fabric of her dress, while his hands pushed her skirt up to her waist and found their way into her panties. At the first tentative touch of his fingers against her sensitized flesh, her legs turned to water and for a moment she was afraid they wouldn't hold her.