Coming out of the shower wrapped only in a towel, I find Kevin stretched out naked across the bed. I drop the towel to the floor and climb up on top of him. He reaches up to touch me. "No touching" I tell him with a smile. "It's my turn now. You have been teasing me all day."

He grins at me, his green eyes laughing as his hands reach up to cup my breasts. I fight the urge to give in to his touch. It is almost impossible. His hands are so warm and strong and sensual. He knows he has me. Knows he has had me all day. Not that it is hard for him to do that. Hundreds of people were in that room yet when our eyes would meet, he would make me feel like it was only the two of us. I think about the way he would lick his lips or run his hands through his long, dark hair, smiling in a seductive way across the crowded room, touching me when he walked by and then acting as if it meant nothing to him. All day long, he has teased me to the point of torture and now it my turn.

He reaches one hand up behind my head to pull me down into a kiss. He draws me in closer. His lips meet mine and immediately he licks my lips trying to deepen the kiss. Damn, he is so sexy I have almost lost control already. I break the kiss and pull back away from him kneeling over his hips. Our eyes meet and the look in those green eyes says it all. He thinks he has won the game. Being so close to him makes my head swim and I would have given in to him completely if not for the mocking look in his eye and that victorious smirk.

"Gotcha" he says in a deep, husky voice. I know he is excited. I see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. The muscles in his stomach are tense under my legs as I straddle him. But he has issued me a full-fledged challenge now. Before, it was only some seductive teasing but he will never let me live it down if he wins right now. "Ummmm" I moan as I lean in to kiss him, my tongue immediately meeting his.

He closes his eyes and allows me to push his hands above his head as I run my fingernails up the inside of his muscular arms. He is so intent and aroused as we kiss that he has not realized I have picked up his tie along the way and, as I stroke his tongue with mine, his hands are tied to the headboard. He is always so intense, but this time it is to my advantage.

I sit back up, straddling his hips, and run my fingernails across his chest, and suddenly he realizes what I have done. "What.." he hisses and for a second anger flashes in his eyes. He does not like to lose. I lean down to him and whisper "Gotcha" in his ear.

"Oh, shit..." he moans as my tongue traces his ear and then runs along the line of his jaw ending with a butterfly kiss on his lips. I sit up again, straddling his hips, brush some dark hair out of his eyes and run my fingers across his cheek. There is no anger in his eyes now, only excitement. I swear his eyes are a deeper shade of green when he is excited like this. He realizes there is no loser in this game. I run my fingers along his chest and over his nipples. He closes his eyes, inhales deeply and pushes his hips against me. I suddenly realize that the teasing he has been doing all day has turned him on as much as it has me.

I pick up a glass of wine from the nightstand and drip it over his chest and down his stomach. Slowly I run my tongue over his chest, savoring the taste of the wine and him. His breathing is deep. He fights against the tie, thrashing as I softly bite his nipple, then lick his stomach, moving down to his hips but no lower...not yet. "Please...I need you..." he moans breathlessly. His voice is deep and husky with desire.

For a brief moment, I consider freeing his hands and then realize that he is really turned on by how much I want him, especially since he can't touch me...can't do anything but let me please him. I take the other glass of wine and pour it over his erection, the cold causing him to jump and catch his breath sharply. I slowly run my tongue up the inside of his thigh and then lick and suck every drop of the wine off of him.

He is in a frenzy now, thrusting his hips up to meet my mouth, his breathing ragged, his eyes tightly shut as he wills himself to maintain some control. I straddle his hips again, seductively rubbing myself against him. He rolls his head back, breathing heavily through his open lips, then tosses his head, his long hair dark falling over his face and the pillow. He is so close now. The look on his face so intense. I slowly lower myself onto him as he moans loudly and thrusts deep into me, overcome by the passion that has been building all day. I move in rhythm with him, urging him faster and harder until we go over the edge, screaming each other's names.

As we slowly regain our senses, I reach up and untie his hands. He grabs me in a powerful hug, our bodies fitting together perfectly. I kiss his lips softly. As he pulls the comforter over us, he smiles and whispers softly, "Tie score, wanna play again?"