I want to kiss you, but we're both married. You wanted to hug me close to smell my hair and neck. I let you, knowing it could go either way. You started kissing my neck, gentle at first, then harder and harder. I could feel your fingers in my hair and smell the familiar scent of your skin. I gave in and told you to bite my neck hard and to pull my hair, I wanted it so bad. I wanted you so much, but I can't. When you bit down, I moaned so softly, which made you more aggressive. You put your fingers in my mouth, which I sucked, teasing you with a familiar sight. I pulled away, I'm married, I shouldn't be here. My lips were swollen, hair was wild, skin was flush from the heat of summer and us. You told me I looked so sexy and you wanted to rip me open, feel all of my insides. I pushed you hard away from me. Your eyes flickered like I've never seen before- you jumped up, grabbed my wrist with one hand, pinned me against the window and with the other hand squeezed my face and told me to open my mouth, I did and felt your tongue against mine. They barely touched when I pulled my face away. You have to go home, I have to go. I want more, we both do.