If it is to become an arousal contest, you are on!

Your strategy is to reverse yours positions, playing your cards to make him lose his cool. You put your right palm on his chest in order to stop his advance and then you place the other hand on his back neck, pulling his head. Liam understands your intention and reacts, skimming over your hip with his fingers, as he do in the most intimate situations. This touch sends shivers to your back. You are losing focus and he exploits your distraction to keep pushing you down. Your strength is not enough for keeping him still and, far worse, feeling the muscles tensing in his chest your excitement flies even higher. This arousal game was a mistake after all: your boyfriend is a formidable kisser and your tongue wrestling sees always you on the losing end; besides, he knows very well your sexual weaknesses. Slowly, though inexorably, you lost the sexual battle that you have been entangled in. Liam climbs over you and eventually pins your arms down, while you are nearly absentmindedly. "1..2..3", he starts counting, rapidly. You want to end it quickly too, because the situation has become so erotic that is embarrassing on public display, not counting that, in that very moment, your only true desire would be to get closer to the bulge that you see under his swimwear...