He groans into her mouth, and presses back immediately, body once more operating without intervention from the brain. They're already pressed tight, but he rolls a little anyway, so she's on her back and he's fitted against her side, one thigh hard between her legs.

'Problem is,' he says, between kisses and already panting a bit, 'as soon as I get near your tits, I'm done for. An' if you want my hands somewhere else, I'm gonna have to move me leg.'

And therefore, won't have that friction against her side. And right now, he's thinking - or part of him is - that's a horrible idea.