A Tree Trimming Experience By Ladybug

“Oded, you can’t be serious!” She exclaimed when she stepped out onto the driveway and saw the huge tree tied to the roof of the Ford Explorer.

Oded gave her an innocent look that never failed to make her laugh. “What?” He blinked. “You said, ‘Oded, go get us a Christmas tree.’ So, I did.” He smiled smugly. He reached up and began untying the rope that held the huge tree down.

She sighed and shook her head. She should have gone with him. She knew she should have gone with him. You’d think she would learn by now. How in the world were they going to fit that thing through the front door, let alone into their living room? “Ded? You realize that the tree is too big?”

She saw the rope go sailing over the roof of the car to land with a “whop” a few feet from her. Then she saw him tugging it through the open back windows, only to send it sailing over the roof again. “Of course I know the tree is too big, sweetheart, that is why they have what you call, ‘tree-trimmings’.”

Oh, he could be such a smart-ass sometimes! “Cute, Ded, real cute.”

His head popped out from the other side of the SUV and he flashed his mega-watt smile. “Don’t worry so much about it. I’ll take care of everything.”

“Except the tremendous mess you’ll make during the whole thing.” She mumbled as she turned around and headed back inside. Well if that was what he wanted, who was she to deny him his fun. As she headed for the kitchen, thoughts of him struggling to get that tree through the front door made her laugh. She should get the video camera out so that next year, when he got the crazy idea of getting a huge tree, she would whip out the video and remind him of the hilarity of the whole thing.

Twenty minutes later, she heard a loud crash, then even louder cursing in Hebrew coming from the front door. She rushed out of the kitchen and through the dining room. When she reached the foyer, she stopped dead in her tracks and started laughing. He was laying flat on his back in the entryway with the Christmas tree pulled half way through the front door, lying on top of him.

“Problems, Ded?” She asked, laughing. She desperately wanted to say ‘I told you so’ but refrained.

Dark eyes twinkled up at her. “Think you can give me a hand, smarty pants?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” She answered and then raised her hands and began to clap enthusiastically.

She saw him roll his eyes and groan at her pathetic joke. She laughed again at his reaction and then moved around to his side and knelt down next to him. Leaning over him so that the front of her blouse hung open to give him a free view, she whispered huskily near his ear, “So what is it you wish me to do?”

His eyes dropped to view the creamy white breasts that dangled before him in silent invitation. They were encased in a soft lavender lacy bra that he hadn’t seen before. Oh hell, he thought. She’s been shopping again. She was giving him a sneak preview of what she would later show him in the privacy of their bedroom. His body’s reaction was immediate. He licked his dry lips and returned his gaze to her face only to find her looking at him curiously. “What did you say?” He almost stuttered. She had asked him a question, hadn’t she?

She laughed again and straightened up. She’d gotten the reaction she wanted and so she stood up and held out her hand to help him get up. Grabbing her offered hand, he pulled himself out from under the fallen tree and stood up. She watched him brush himself off and her eyes dropped to the bulge that was clearly protruding from the crotch of his well-worn, faded blue jeans. She stepped up to him and reaching out, cupped him gently but firmly. His swift intake of breath was sharp as his eyes widened. She rubbed the palm of her hand up and down the hard length of him through his blue jeans and grinned.

“Enjoy trimming your tree!” She replied saucily and then sashayed away, back to the kitchen.

He released the breath he’d been holding. “Christ!” He muttered as he reached down to shift himself into a more comfortable position.

Forty-five minutes later, he finally managed to get the tree into the living room and into a tree stand. He had it positioned in front of the large window that faced the front yard. He frowned as he looked up and saw that a good portion of the top of the tree hit the ceiling and curled over. Okay, so the tree was too tall. He could take off a few inches and it would be perfect. He turned to head back out to the garage to get the tools he’d need for trimming and stopped when he saw the thick trail of needles leading back toward the way he’d come. “Oh shit! She’s gonna kill me.” Okay, so he would need to bring in the shop vac too.

After getting the tree trimmed and the mess cleaned up, Oded drug in the many boxes that contained all the Christmas decorations that she had collected over the years. Damn, there were a lot of boxes! He hadn’t seen or heard a word from her since he’d gotten the tree stuck in the door. He looked warily towards the kitchen and wondered what she was doing. The little flash she’d given him earlier had never been far from his mind and he continued to be in a half-aroused state.

He was almost done decorating the tree when he felt a pair of arms circle his waist and a warm body press against his back. “There you are. I was wondering where you had disappeared to.” He smiled as he hung an ornament on the tree.

“Just letting you have your fun.” She answered as her hands found their way under his shirt.

He felt her fingers tickle across his ribs. “So I take it that my fun is over with now, huh?” He laughed as he grabbed at her wandering hands, pinning them to his chest.

“Not over, just redirected.” She smiled as she managed to get her hands back, only to send them in a different direction.

“Hey!” He yelped as her hands covered his crotch. He jumped away from her and spun around laughing, only to freeze, his eyes glued to her body. “Lord, have mercy!” He whispered, as his eyes grew bigger.

She stood before him in nothing but a lavender, lacy bra and a pair of matching skimpy panties. She also had on a very sheer, lavender robe, but for all it covered, she might as well have not worn it at all. “See something you like?” She teased.

“Good God, what’s not to like?” He breathed as his dark eyes raked over her near naked form. Desire shot through him like a rocket as he reached for her and pulled her to him.

His mouth descended on hers as she moved up against him. Her arms snaked up around his neck, her fingers tangling into his long, thick, curly, dark hair. She stood up on her tiptoes to meet his descending lips in a sizzling kiss. Almost immediately her mouth opened for him and he thrust his tongue inside to duel with her tongue. His large hands circled around to her back and he clutched the sheer material of the robe in his fists. Yanking gently, but firmly, the material easily came off her shoulders. She had to drop her arms down so the strip of material could float to the floor, but almost immediately they were back up, tangled in his hair. Oh god, she loved his hair.

His warm hands flattened against the small of her back and he pushed her into his arousal. He groaned when she bent slightly at the knees and then dragged herself back up the length of him. His mouth left hers as he trailed wet kisses across her jaw line back to her ear. He caught the lobe between his teeth and tugged gently, before releasing it and sending his tongue to trace along the outer shell of her ear.

He felt her shudder in his arms and he smiled. “Like that, huh?” His warm breath in her ear sent delicious chills up and down her spine so that she could only moan her affirmative. A deep chuckle vibrated through his chest as he carefully lowered her to the living room floor. Her fingers quickly worked at the buttons of his shirt, and then pushed it open so she could touch him. She pushed him until he was lying on his back. She rose over him and straddled his hips. Leaning over him she breathed deeply of his scent. His usual musky scent was combined with the smell of fresh pine and it about drove her crazy.

Taking advantage of her position, Oded reached behind her and with a quick snap of his fingers, sent the lacy bra down her arms. Laughing, she straightened up and flung the bra behind her. His hands immediately came up to cover her breasts, the pads of his thumbs working the nipples until they were hard nubs. Leaning forward again, she kissed him passionately. Her tongue entered his mouth to stroke his tongue, to taste every inch of his mouth. Her teeth caught his bottom lip and she gently drew it into her mouth, stroking it with her tongue.

He groaned, his hands moving down her hips to impatiently tug at her lacy panties. She laughed softly. “Patience, my dear.” And she trailed kisses down his throat and across his chest.

“Patience, my ass!” He growled playfully as he lay there soaking up the attention she was giving his hard body.

She laughed again as she curled her tongue around a hard nipple. He sucked in his breath in a slow hiss as his hands continued to grip her hips. She was sitting directly over his erection, so he held her hips firmly with his hands and thrust his hips up to grind his hard length against her femininity.

“Oh!” She squeaked as the beginnings of an orgasm rippled through her body. Her forehead fell against his chest as she squeezed her eyes shut. Oded continued to move beneath her until he felt her body shuddering its release.

“Damn!” He muttered as the realization of what just happened slammed through his already fully aroused body.

Rolling her over, he sat up to strip away the bit of lace that still covered her and then quickly removed his pants and underwear. Moving over her, he settled himself between her legs and in one quick move, he was buried deep inside her wetness.

“God damn!” He hissed as the feel of her slick, hot, tight sheath closed over him. He groaned when she wrapped her arms and legs around him and he began to move swiftly within her. Matching the pace he set, she moved with him, not allowing him to pull too far out of her, as he was known to do sometimes, but keeping him fully anchored within her.

She gasped as her second climax ripped through her. This one was stronger than the first and she cried out as it overtook her body. She felt his body stiffen above her as his own release shattered his control and he hooked his arm around her leg, dragging it up so that he sank deeper inside her. Her muscles contracted around his hard length and a groan came from deep within him that sounded more like a growl as he pumped his essence into her.

Collapsing on top of her, she held him tight until their breathing returned to normal. Finally, he rolled off her and she snuggled close, only then realizing that he was still wearing his shirt. She smiled and placed her hand flat on his chest. His right hand came across and covered it, lifting it and bringing it to his lips. The tickle of his goatee made her giggle and he smiled as he pressed her hand back against his chest.

Glancing up at the decorated tree, she noticed something was missing. “You didn’t get the tree topper on.” She commented.

“Can’t imagine why!” He teased and got up to retrieve the tree topper he’d selected. Reaching up, he placed the large pinecone at the top of the tree, then stood back and smiled.

“A pinecone?” She laughed, sitting up.

He turned his head and lifted an eyebrow towards her. “Hey, I did all the work, I’ll put whatever the hell I want up there!”

She threw her head back and laughed. She didn’t know what was cuter, seeing him standing there with his bare butt hanging out from underneath that shirt or his pretend indignation over a pinecone. “Alright, sweetheart, if you want a pinecone as a tree topper, then you can have it!”

To be continued . . .