They were just friends, sure... Or that's what he repeated in his head over and over again as she was riding him, her warmth enveloping him, her hips undulating in a hypnotic rhythm... He kept his hesitant hands on her waist, trying to focus on the physical pleasure and to block out his emotions. "So fucking tight..." He let out a soft moan, swallowing hard as he bit down on his lower lip, trying to suppress those three little words that threatened to escape. His nails dug into her hips as she rode him, his body responding to the pleasure they were sharing, his hips bucking upwards weakly to meet her movements. He knew they had a rule of no kissing... yet he couldn't help but look down at her lips, his heart pounding in his chest, the desire to kiss her almost overwhelming. He knows they're just friends with benefits, but as the pleasure peaks, the line between friendship and something more started to blur.