He smelled like smoke and canvas and danger. His heart pounded under her cheek. Anna slowly rubbed his back and pulled his tight tee shirt out of his...pants. He groaned, then groaned again when her hands slipped under the coarse material. ‘This is wrong,’ he whispered, but then he pulled her back and tipped her head so his mouth could reach hers again. One hand encircled her neck, the thumb sliding slowly up and down the delicate outline of her throat, while the other reached behind her head. As usual, my parents would be out and about in the neighbourhood, visiting friends and enjoying the holiday spirit. The Fontaines and I were in quite a different mood. We missed Ginny terribly and I guess we took solace in our mutual disappointment. All the same, I enjoyed my evening with them and I think they felt the same way. It wasn't what any of us wanted but it was better than being alone.Early in the New Year I received a letter from Ginny thanking me for spending Christmas Eve with her. This is awarded to the person the team feels did the most to help the team win the game. This vote was unanimous. The game ball goes to Gwen Anderson!" announced Coach Watkins as he held the ball in the air and waved Gwen to the microphone as the assembled fans hollered their approval."Thank you!" shouted Gwen to the wildly cheering crowd. She repeated it several times until the crowd began to quiet. "I've been given this tremendous honor because I helped the real hero of the game out of a. Impatient, I tore at his shirt, buttons flew and landed only God and my chambermaid know where. His kisses then traversed downward, snaking a hot wet trail over the hollow of my throat. He stopped here and there to take the tiniest whisper of nibbles. He feasted upon my flesh in that manner until I was quite breathless and panting his name. Softly I pleaded with him to end this torture and to please take me. My pleas were ignored as he lovingly teased my nipples to erectness with his tongue..