She leaned in to kiss him and withdrew quickly when his lips moved to meet hers. They liked to play this invisible game of tug-o-war, teasing each other into the chase.
"You're naughty." He said pinning her arms to her sides, leaving her defenceless.
"And you love it!" she giggled, wiggling free of his grasp and taunting him to chase her.
"Come here you little minx," grabbing for her hand and capturing it midflight, he dragged her too him. His mouth coming down hungrily on hers.
She loved these little games they played, the one-upmanship to see who could tease whom into submission fastest. This time she melted against his toned body, relaxing into his embrace, enjoying the heat building between them.
"Come with me." He purred close to her ear so she could feel his breath. The sensation sent a delightful tingle down her spine.
"No." She said not quite ready to give in to his whims.
"Yes." He said scooping her into his arms.
"NO!" she said again squirming in the cradle of his arms. Knowing it was futile but loving the push and pull of these encounters.
"YES!" he said more firmly, like he was reprimanding a toddler for not picking up his toys. His head buried in the side of her neck, making a leisurely path between her earlobe and collarbone.
"Mmmm," Her soft moans encouraged his further exploration, his chest and biceps straining slightly with her weight.
"Your room or mine?" his voice a mumbled whisper against her skin.
"Yours," she responded enthusiastically. "I love your bed."
They had been roommates for a few years, only recently turning that arrangement into friends with benefits. She was happy with the agreement, she had him when she wanted him, she had her advertising job and she had her freedom to have whatever social life she chose, no questions asked. He apparently felt the same way about their deal.
Depositing her in the center of his bed, she watched as he lit the candles across the headboard and strategically placed around the room. She loved his room with it's subdues lighting and heavy mahogany wood furnishings. The thick comforter, silken cotton sheets and the pillows were heavenly. So many pillows, she often wondered what kind of a man wanted or needed that many pillows. Watching him move around the room, his movements so purposeful and enticing were intoxicating. The anticipation of those movements being turned on her was making her ache for his touch.
Returning to the bed and her laid out in the middle like a feast to be devoured. He clicked on the stereo, the room coming quietly alive with something calmingly seductive.