He had me pressed up against the wall. I felt his hard body touching mine all the way down. Our mouths moved in a sensual dance of heat and passion. He ground his hips into me as our mouths worked with even more desperation than before. His hardened crotch pressed mine. I wiggled my hips and then raised one leg to encircle the back of his left thigh. I pulled in and found the position surprising: his hard bulge rubbed better against my clit. I was feverish. This feels way too good. Why did all this time pass working together when he could've been kissing me? I ground my clit against him with need. I love a good kiss. His hands came up from around me and cupped my cheeks and jaw, pulling my face in. I moaned with pleasure. He groaned back. His hands slid down over my shoulders and then down to my breasts. I broke the kiss in shock. "Uh…" "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that wouldn't be cheating." "Oh…" I was panting. "No, it's not. I guess it was just unexpected." I laughed nervously. He really wants to touch my small chest?
