Christmas day comes and goes and I see her wearing the hummingbird necklace I gave her. It looks perfect around her fragile neck and I can’t help but smile. It’s my hope this is a sign that she may be coming around to my suggestion I haven’t been able to get off my chest, though she knows the subject matter.

I’m sitting in the living room with a cup of coffee as she stands in the hallway staring at me. “I’m starting to feel as though I’m the one to blame for you not reading as much this vacation as you’d wanted.” Curling those full lips of hers up, winking at me, I pat the empty cushion next to me and she comes, without argument. Even three days ago, she would have given me lip over this and now, all she does is sit near me. Hell, she’s pretty much on top of me. I’ll take this any day of the week over a book, even one as good as the one I’m reading. Setting my book down, I pull her close to me.

“Cupcake,” I tease as she pinches my thigh, “we’re finishing our talk.” Leaning back, giving me space, I absently feel the emptiness she has left.

“Davis, I can’t. I’ve nothing to offer,” is all she says and my heart sinks. Her words are not what I’ve been expecting.

Turning to her, I take the best Hail Mary pass I’ve seen in the pros and decide to enact this same play with her. “Ginge, just hear me out. We have a connection. You can fucking feel it as sure as the sky is blue. I know that. Just think about it. We can figure out anything if we are both willing.”

“I told you not to fall for me, Davis,” she says, but without sass and with sincerity. “Once you find out all there is to know, you will discard me like a hot potato.”

“I fucking doubt that, Ginge. Anyway, it is something to think about and we can talk about it further, toward the end of this little tryst of ours,” I say, now pulling her toward me as I inhale the coconut shampoo and the vanilla lotion that makes up her scent.

I’m surprised as hell when she says, “Tell me one thing about you, Davis. I’ve opened up about my mom, now give me something about you.”

She wants to know something; this is big and I think maybe I’m getting somewhere with her. “My sister, Hannah, she’s my world. She’s all I have left after losing my parents.”

Tilting her head back to watch my face as I feel it contort thinking of that awful day, she kisses the top of my nose. “Davis, I had no idea.”

“My dad, like yours, was the reason I lost my mom. He just wasn’t around for me to kill, which I may have.” She doesn’t press for more and because of that, I share the whole sordid story, from the way he put Hannah in danger and how my mom sacrificed her own life to save my sister. She sits, taking it all in, climbing up on her knees to hold me as I’m not even aware I’m crying, reliving the day I lost the woman who gave me life.

“We are good for one another, Sasha,” is all I say, trying to argue my point from earlier but she’s only rocking me. I hold on tighter than I ever have, as if she truly is my lifeline in this world.

* * *

She leans over and kisses my nose. In this one little move, I sense a closeness with her and I wonder if she has been thinking of a future like I have, one that includes the smart-mouthed attitude of this woman sitting in front of me.

“What should we do this morning?” I ask as if she needs a suggestion.

“Besides fucking your brains out, I was hoping we could just hang out at the pool today. Then tomorrow, I have a big day planned just for you. You were the fucker that got me a present when I got you none so I’m surprising you.”

“What? No, Ginge, you don’t need to do that, sugar,” I say, pulling her on top of me. “You can just sit on my cock and ride me. We can call it even.”

Bringing her hand behind her back, grabbing my already hard cock, she strokes it. “How about I sit on your cock, ride you and still take you on a surprise tomorrow?” she queries.

“Fuck me! That sounds like heaven,” I say and sure as hell, she does that just as she sits on me and fucks me.

* * *

On the 27^th, three days before we’ll have to say our goodbyes, she wakes me up at the butt crack of dawn with two bags for us. “What is this?” I ask.

“Well, I love this island because I can be by myself. The main island is beautiful, too, so we are leaving on the first commuter flight for the main island for the day. I mean, I’ll fuck you anywhere, but I want to introduce you to the Grand Caymans at the same time.”

I’m floored, a small little hummingbird necklace doesn’t even compare to the thought she has put into this little surprise. Hell, it’s a big fucking surprise.

“Sasha, you’re going to have to let me go in halves with you,” I say, determined that this will not be an argument. For a teacher living in LA, she can’t make much money.

“I’m not hurting for money, Davis, believe me. Anyway, this is not up for debate.”

I decide not to argue because it is pointless with Sasha. We rise to get ready, but not before I make her come in the shower and she sucks my cock like the pro she has become, knowing what gets me.

* * *

As soon as we land, at only ten am, I only have one thing on my mind. Sure, I want to walk around with Sasha because quite honestly, you can learn a lot about a girl when you shop with her, but my carnal need to bury myself deep inside her delectable pussy makes me push it a bit in the taxi ride from the airport to our hotel. Sitting in the back, the cabbie keeps on adjusting the mirror to take in as much of Sasha as he can get. I don’t blame him, she’s something else but after I exchange the briefest universal “don’t you dare watch my girl” look, he keeps the mirror straight, not seeing what I’m about to do.

Taking my hand and moving it up the silk of her leg, I find that I’m offered easy access when she looks at me and smiles. I love when she goes bare, no underwear at all! It is fucking sexy and with her dress covering my hand, I work the pad of my thumb on her clit and two fingers in her pussy. A small moan escapes her mouth but in that moment, she only buries her head in my shoulder when I work her more and more. Whispering into my ear, she only says, “You better finish what you started, Davis.” I grin, wanting to mess with her and pull out, but I don’t.

When I stick three fingers inside of her, her body instantly starts to quake. She bites onto my shoulder as she begins to clench, knowing an orgasm is imminent.

“When I get you into our room, we are going to fuck like we haven’t fucked before,” she says, rasping with the lust of satisfaction.

* * *

The second I open the door to our room, I pin her against the wall. She’s not going to be in control for what I have in store for her. She tries to speak, yet I hush her and in her wicked little grin, she’s turned on. Grabbing for a tie that I had packed originally on the off chance I needed to dress nice, I slipped it in my bag for this little scene I planned this morning, before leaving the Bed and Breakfast. Finding the bedroom of this gorgeous suite that I’ve not fully taken in yet, I turn her around and bind her hands together.

“I want to be in total control. I need this but you need this more,” I say. “Can you agree, Ginge?”

“Hell yes, as long as you fuck me.”

Smirking, I say, “Okay, but you can’t speak unless I give you permission.” I’ve never been a Dom and never have gone this far but I want to push her just a little bit more.

I have a feeling if her hands were not bound, she’d have flipped me off but she nods her head in agreement. It is beautiful.

“I want to try a new position.” Not saying a word, Sasha only nods. I love when this submissive Sasha shines through, though I know this must be hard for her.

“I want to work your ass, slide myself deep inside of that beautiful rear of yours.” She smiles and I think I have my question answered. Placing her on the bed, where I can see every part of her beautiful face, I reach for my bag and have the lube that I found in Sasha’s suitcase. She has no idea I took it from her. By the look on her face, she wants to argue with me or tell me to fuck off for going through her shit. But she doesn’t. I make a mental note to reward her for this.

Taking two fingers, I squirt a generous portion on them and quickly work them into her ass. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and I can almost come inside of her now. Reaching for a condom that I readily keep in my pocket, I roll it on still with two fingers in her. With my other hand, I take my index finger and hit her g-spot. An orgasm is within reach but I pull out of her. She swears under her breath.

“Motherfucker.”

“Mmm, cupcake, do I need to punish you?”

She only smiles to tease me when I take my finger, flicking her clit and I can’t tell if it hurts or excites her. I’m willing to bet both.

As though she’s willing me to shove my cock inside her ass, she winks and I’m done. Lowering myself to take her mouth in mine, I simultaneously shove my cock into her when she takes in a deep breath but with her moans I’ve become accustomed to, I know she’s experiencing pleasure. My free hand still on her clit, I pump in and out of her little ass, so tight around me. It is fucking heaven.

I stop the motions for a second. I still have my fingers on her clit but now I can lean over and twist her nipples as her breathing becomes erratic. Lifting my hands to start pumping into her again, I push her over the edge as I allow myself to come. Pulling out of her, I bring her over to me as I’m now lying flat on the bed.

“You can speak now,” I say.

“Holy fuck, Davis,” she says and I couldn’t have said it better myself.

* * *

We spend the rest of the day at the open market as I indulge her love for shopping. I’ve never met a woman who doesn’t love to shop but she takes it to the next level. She’s let her barriers down with me, let me take her to places she’s never been and for that reason, this is her reward. Everything she picks up, I buy for her and though she argues, she smiles at all the packages in my hands.

After shopping, most of the afternoon and a late lunch, she retreats into the bathroom, emerging in an orange two-piece. “Do you have a nightie in that color, too?” I ask, not wanting to swim but to repeat what had happened earlier.

“I just may,” she answers, throwing my swimming trunks my way. “Let's swim for a little bit then we can fuck again before dinner.”

I only shake my head at her because she read my mind.

* * *

At dinner, I can barely keep my hands off her in the bright yellow number that a fucking canary couldn’t wear better than her. Over her red wine, she only smiles. Her body language is completely different than the Sasha I met at the airport just seven days previously.

“So, tell me, Davis, are you enjoying your Christmas present?”

“Cupcake,” I begin and she rolls her eyes at me. “You could be dressed in nothing under the tree and I would ravage you.” I wink at her then continue. “But, yes,” I say, taking her hand, “Sasha, this is wonderful.” My voice changes as soon as I say Sasha and she takes notice. It’s serious and right in the here and now, I realize I’m falling for her quicker than lightning can strike.

“Jake, listen, I care for you but…”

I don’t want to hear these words, not tonight and I too take notice when she calls me Jake. “Shh, I want to enjoy this time we have, Ginger. Is that okay?”

Caressing her long and sexy fingers over my hands, she nods in agreement. Leaning in, because Sasha doesn’t do serious for long, she whispers, “So, can we partake in more of that binding anal action?”

I swear she’s waited to say these words as soon as I have a mouth full of wine. I find a way not to spit it out with her sultry language. “Ginger, I think that can be arranged.”

* * *

Later in the night, after a shower, we crawl back into bed, completely naked and as she has done for the past week, she snuggles into the crook of my arm, kissing my chest and working her hands down my torso.

“Davis, I mean, this goes without saying but you’re in great shape. Your body is gorgeous.” She can stroke my ego any day of the week. “What do you do to keep in such good shape?”

“I’m normally up in the mornings running but I’ve been a little distracted lately.” Taking her auburn curls, I wrap them around my fingers. “I want one thing, one little nugget from your life to take with me, Ginge. Give me something.” My tone is almost begging for anything I can place in my heart if I must say goodbye to her in three days.

She now rolls over on her stomach and I can’t see those beautiful tits of hers, but her round ass is in my view. “Hmmm, well, my mother, her name was Audrey, she died when I was eighteen. Anyway, every first Saturday of the month, come rain or shine or anything else, we’d go down to the Santa Monica Pier. It was our thing. Then we’d get Chinese from the same place. We’d done that for ten years, up until three days before she died.”

She stops and her smile is replaced with one small tear.

“What?” I ask because I know she has more to share.

“I’ve not been to that Chinese place for ten years now. For as long as I could remember, I would eat Saturday night dinners there and now after ten years, I still am starving for one of their wonderful cashew chicken dishes. But I could never bring myself to do that. Maybe one day, I’ll go there with the right person.” Oh, how I want to be the right person to help her face her demons and the memories she holds with her mother.