The Douglas Fir by Anyta Sunday

you . . . Those swimming lessons were torture. I wanted so badly to touch you.”
    Those presses against my shoulder suddenly took on a new weight .
    Dave whispered, and those come-hither hazel eyes robbed me of breath. “Can I touch you now, Jase?”
    I spoke in his ear and he nodded.
    With a last farewell look to the fir, we moved inside—
    Before I knew it, we were a gainst his bedroom door, my shoes, socks and shirt already robbed from me. I rubbed against him as we kissed, and then slowly peeled away. I’d whispered to him in the yard that I wanted us to touch each other all over too; that I wanted it to be in the last few moments of the night, coming into Christmas day.
    Dave’s lust-filled gaze ran down the length of me, and it took everything I had to resist slamming our bodies together and making love to him right there.
    “You touch me like you do plants in the garden: firmly, with a confident hand.” He nipped my ear. “I like it.”
    He tugged off his T-shirt and hooked his thumbs into his shorts; drawing them down, he revealed his hard, silky length that bobbed and beckoned for me to take it, kiss it deeply into me .
    He kicked his clothes across the hall and provocatively turned his back to me and slowly opened the bedroom door.
    The curve of his arse was smooth and seemed to call me close. Closer. So close that I’d sink myself into him and make us one—
    I dropped to my knees, grabbed his hips and hauled him back a step. A laugh lurched out of him as I kissed his arse. He smelled of soap and something almondy.
    “We’ll never make it into Christmas if you keep that up.” There was a teasing lilt in his voice, but also something . . . challenging.
    He always did bring out the competitiveness in me. Well, this was one count I’d win.
    I slid two thumbs down his crease, opening him slightly. With my lips, I ran down his smooth skin, stopping to French kiss him where he’d squirm. Take that, Mr. Perfect Nice Guy!
    “Holy mother of Christmas!”
    I laughed, and drawing on any will power I had left, I pulled myself away from him and stood. “Just let me freshen up.”
    Breathless, I slunk to the bathroom opposite and cleaned my mouth, because one thing was for sure, I planned on kissing him a heck of a lot more tonight.
    The feeling of Dave’s lips, lightly brushing over the skin on my neck, made me dizzy. But it was his next words that made my stomach drop with that queasy love-sick feeling. “I can’t wait to make our own magic.”
    I turned my head over my shoulder and kissed his lips.
    Skating a hand down his arm, I tangled our fingers together and let him pull me into his bedroom. We stood with the tips of our big toes touching. Moonlight streamed through the partially opened windows, kissing Dave’s hair and one side of his face, and a light breeze washed over my skin. Goosebumps prickled down my arms and legs, and a surge of blood went right to my crotch as I beheld this gorgeous man naked before me.
    Dave kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue with passion as he worked my buttons and yanked down my shorts.
    Our naked bodies came together in a cool clash that quickly warmed. His hands roamed over my back, digging into my skin, calling me closer.
    I nudged him toward the large bed. He didn’t want to let me go, even for a moment, and we tumbled down with a hefty slamming of our bodies. Dave gasped at the cool blankets under his back, but stilled me with firm hands when I tried to roll us over. “No, I like your weight on me.”
    A breeze caressed my skin, over my back, arse and thighs. It made the heat between us seem to sizzle. I found both his hands and pinned them down , stapling his fingers to the bed with mine, and thrust. My cock glossed through sweat at the snug groove between his crotch and thigh. We both gasped and thrust again.
    I liked this; if I could, I’d have done it until morning, but the heat and friction grew, and Dave’s grip tightened on my arse with each