I laughed as I tackled him against the couch, pushing him against the cushions and trying to hold him in place while he wriggled under me. It had been my idea to "wrestle," by which I in fact meant play this dumb game where the first person to take the others socks off wins. It was clearly and shamelessly an excuse to have my face inches from his while our bodies were pressed together, but that doesn't mean I wasn't also trying to win: I'm competitive that way.
"You know," I said, straining with effort as he bucked and writhed under me while I tried to reach for his feet, "this is a lot more fun picking on someone my own size. My ex was tiny; the poor girl barely put up a fight."
"What?" he grunted as he squeezed a hand out and tried to use it to push me off of him. "You're way bigger than me, how is this fair?"
I grinned as I let him push me, but only just enough to twist to the side and snake my left arm around and put him in a headlock, my bicep pressed against his cheek. Holding him in place with my legs, I reached my other hand down and pressed it against the growing bulge at his crotch: "Not everywhere," I said, my breath hot against his ear.
His jaw slackened and he let out the most delicious moan as I squeezed and massaged his bulge, eyes glazing as all the blood in his body was suddenly redirected between his legs. "Oldest trick in the book," I snickered as I promptly let go and reached down to yank a sock off.
"Hey, that's cheating!" he yelled, the fight suddenly back in him as he writhed, trying to throw me off. "All's fair in love and war," I said through my grin, squeezing to try and hold him in place. He suddenly froze as we both realized that I had inadvertently said the word that both of us had been avoiding for as long as we had been seeing each other.
"I didn't mean--" Suddenly he twisted around and slipped out from under me, rolling so he was sitting on top of me. Panting and glistening with sweat (I told you I'm competitive), he slowly eased down till his face was inches from mine. A drop of sweat fell from the tip of his nose and landed on my cheek.
Wordlessly, he leaned in and licked it off my face, tongue hot against my skin, grinding against my crotch as he did so. He grinned as he kissed me deeply, like I was the first drink of water he'd had after a day in the sun, like he was bending down to drink directly from a river. I melted into the kiss, mind going blank as the only things in the world became the two of us on that couch, bodies pressed against each other, the taste of his sweat salty on my lips.
And then he suddenly broke off without warning, leaving me gasping desperately for whatever had just happened to keep happening. I looked up just in time to see him grinning ear to ear as he reached back and yanked one of my socks off, dangling it in front of my face.
"Oldest trick in the book," he said smirking.
"Oh, it's like that?"
"It's like that."