After ground rules are established, it takes me all a nanosecond to pull back the sheets and ascend on her. Oh, her pussy, bare and beautiful, is ripe and ready for me but before I can feast on her, I’ve got to connect with her in some sort of way. I never start anything without access to the mouth. A woman only wanting me to suck her clit and never kiss me, I’d rather walk away. It is not natural to start without the most basic turn on. Though I’m relieved as fuck when she allows me to kiss her, again. My dick would be swearing at me if I had to walk away.

She doesn’t seem to complain as our mouths crash together. Man, can this woman kiss. But I know her pussy needs some attention and it doesn’t take long for my fingers to find a way to her. While she moans into my mouth and I play with her clit, she’s stripping my boxers from me. I’m not sure logistically how all this is taking place but I know it is done when I feel her warm and soft hands on my cock, rubbing it. Backing away briefly, I say, “I would rather come from being inside of you.”

“We have all vacation, Davis. That is if you’re man enough for a couple times a night.”

This girl and her mouth, it turns me on! And I can only laugh now that she has dropped the mister from my name and is calling me Davis, which I like it.

I lean down to where we are now face to face, our noses almost touching, when I say, “Oh, I’m man enough if you can take me that much.”

She only gives me the look of a little kid, innocent and sweet, at first. “And what the fuck do you think?”

“Oh, I have a feeling you’re more woman than I can ever handle.”

“You got that right, Davis. Now, are you going to lick my pussy or what?”

How do I even respond to that? I don’t, but this time, my eager mouth must taste her. The second my mouth circles her clit, she lets out these soft whimpers that make me rock hard, or harder because the second I realized she was in my bed, I was a goner. I guess she can stroke my cock a bit more but this is all for her.

With her little whimpers, her body starts to writhe, indicating she’s close. I quickly stick a couple fingers inside her opening, finding her g-spot as I rock her toward a long, earth-shattering orgasm by the way her body reacts. The second she calms; her fingers find my hair and she’s affectionately rubbing my head. I look up, over her pussy and she’s smiling at me when she replies, “You’re all man!” The best compliment a woman has given me up to this point.

After she comes, I don’t mess around. Leaning over to grab a condom, she takes it from me, putting it on me as I ache physically to be inside of her. She takes my ass and pushes me in hard and again, her moan almost makes me come but I hold out for a while until we both reach our breaking points at the same time.

* * *

Waking up by myself on the first day of this holiday fling is not what I am expecting, after the agreement we came to last night, though frigid could be a term used to describe Sasha’s moods at times.

Looking at the clock, I know Mack and the kids won’t be here for another two hours so I walk across the hallway to her room to renegotiate the terms of our agreement, though I won’t budge in what I want from her.

I knock loud, really loud. Hearing quiet footsteps, I brace myself for the tongue-lashing I’m about to dole out to her.

Opening the door, in nothing but a flimsy nightie, I can’t say much since I’m as naked as I was as the day my mom brought me into the world.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asks, giving me the once-over.

“We had an agreement, Ice Queen,” I say and she’s dumbfounded at my accusations.

“What agreement is that?”

“This is not just a fuck for me, Ice Queen. I don’t expect anything in eight days when we leave but I’m not going to sleep with you and let the ice in your veins freeze me out.”

She pulls me into her room; “You can’t be standing there naked in case the kids come up here early. Not sure if you have seen it, but they adore me and seeing us naked is not something I want for them.”

Seeing a sweet and vulnerable look flowing over her face, I say, “Now, are we in agreement that this with you and me is not going to be just a quick fuck and that you and I are together for the next eight days?”

“Okay, counselor, what are you proposing?”

Scrubbing my hand over my face, I say, “The same fucking thing I proposed last night that you agreed to. I can’t offer you anything else other than us for the duration of our stay. If you can let me in for one week and a day, it would be good for you and quite honestly, it would be good for me. Just don’t run from this.”

I see the fear in her eyes; by the way she is looking at me, it looks like I’m promising her the moon. This girl has been hurt, I’m not sure how and I’m not sure why but eight days of being cherished is what she needs and it is what I intend to do.

Taking her hand, I say, “Look, Sasha, I had a great time together last night. You were, well, let's just say we were off the charts.” Her hand, once stiffened, is now feeling a little less rigid. With a smile on her face, she allows me to pull her into myself and it takes less than a second for my cock to harden with her this close.

“This is not what I do, Davis.” Her hand is on my cheek now and tipping my face down, she says, “But I’m willing to try. This open girly crap is not me but I can give you eight days. Eight days where I’m your priority is something that I can get behind because I’ve not been someone’s priority in a long time.” She looks away before the pain overtakes her, but I see it because she allows me to.

Slightly brushing her face with the back of my hand, she melts into me. The vulnerability is only for a moment but I see it when she finally says, “Okay, we have a deal.”

* * *

Her creamy skin, underneath the thin nightgown she’s currently wearing, is calling my name. As soon as she agrees to my deal, she walks away toward her bed and using my foot, I shut the door. That satin skin is still beckoning me as I’m about to get a better look at all of her because the nighty is about to come off now at my order.

“Take that fucking nightgown off so I can take you all in.”

Her smirk makes my dick stiffen again when her devious caramel-amber eyes pierce my own. Her voice is sultry when she says, “You’re not a Dom and I’m not your sub.”

I cross the room in two steps, pulling the back of her body to mine; she must feel my erection pressing into the backside of her ass. “Now, how do you know I’m not a Dom? I like control.” My fingers run down the lacy nightie that still seems to be on her fucking body. With one hand, I thread my fingers through her auburn curls and with the other, I let my fingers travel to the insides of her thighs, while I discover nothing on beneath her gown. “Mmmm, I love this.” I almost whimper as I delve two fingers inside of her, not only feeling her wetness but hearing it, too.

Her body melts into mine as she barely lets her words escape. “Well, you may be a Dom, but I’m no one's sub.” However, she can give as good as she takes, manipulating herself in a way that my fingers stay in her. She seems to be some sort of fucking contortionist and holy fuck, I love it!

I let out a deep, throaty laugh when her hand reaches for me. “Something tells me that no one could ever tame you, Ginger.”

I have three fingers inside of her when she starts to writhe. She has something to say but between the pleasure of my hands and her concentration of working on my dick, she finally gets out, “Ah, Ginger, so much more original than Red.” Her voice, while sarcastic, is also seductive.

Again, I laugh at this woman. I love her openness, her frankness and the way she doesn’t fucking care what anyone thinks. “Ah, I can come up with something else, Roho.”

The pad of my thumb now is working her clit and I can feel her body clench, ready for an orgasm, but I need to suck up all her cream. Still with my thumb on her clit, I drop down to my knees as she lets go of my cock. I feel the absence of her warm touch but this is for her and if I’m being honest, I’m greedy as fuck to taste her again.

When I suck up everything that is Sasha Peterson, I lean back on my knees, looking at her beautiful face and taking in her precious glow of post orgasm foreplay.

Looking down at me with her hands still in my hair, she says, “No, Davis, I like Ginger.”

With a little smirk, locking onto the twinkle in her eyes, I simply say, “Then Ginger it is.”

* * *

Lying in bed, after I fucked Sasha three more times, her sweet aroma still wafts throughout the room. With her hand on my chest and my arm under her that has somehow found its way to her perfectly smooth ass, I listen to the light little snore of the precocious woman sleeping next to me.

I take in her words from earlier that she said, “Eight days where I’m your priority is something that I can get behind because I’ve not been someone’s priority in a long time.” Who hurt her to make this hard-ass exterior? If I could break it down, in the days I had left, I would like to know who had hurt her in order to heal just a little of what has her broken.

As she stirs, stretching her arms, they unintentionally rub against my dick. I say, “Better watch out, Ginger. You keep that up, I may fuck you one more time.”

Turning her head to mine, she gives me the most fucking gorgeous grin on those lips that sucked off my cock earlier. There is not a fucking thing on this earth I would change with Sasha, but her lips and mouth are both carnal and tender at the same time. When I watched her earlier taking the entire length of me, it was her full and luscious lips wrapped around me that almost made me cream inside of her. And then, when she was done and I did lose it inside of her, the way she swallowed me, curving those lips up into a wicked grin afterward as if it were a vodka and soda she just drank, is a sight I’ll never forget.

“Morning, Davis.” She exhales while she turns to get out of bed. “Or is it still morning after all the fun we had?” I instantly grab her waist, bringing her into my space.

“No running, Ginge! This, you and me, is fun for the next eight days. You don’t need to hide from me.” She hears I’ve now shortened her nickname, only shaking her head at me and my instructions that I’ll have her follow, some way and somehow. “It is only ten am, Ginge, so technically still morning in my book.” I grin, tightening my grip on her.

Instantly, I see her shiver, showing me how uncomfortable she is. “Davis, I’m not this cuddly feely girl. We fuck, we have fun. Hell, I’ll even hang around you because you’re not bad to look at.”

“No, Ginge, you don’t get off that easy. You can lay here for five minutes and talk to me.”

Shifting, she gives in finally as I feel her muscles soften against my body. “Davis, this goes against everything I know.”

“Yes,” I say, pushing her. “I understand that but you said it yourself, your committing to a week of fun sex and company isn’t you and yet here you are.” Looking down at her eyes, they are blazing through me.

“Oh, you’re a son of a bitch, using my words against me.” Her voice vehemently pours from her mouth but her lips curl up in the cutest little smirk and all I can think about is all the ways I want to use those lips this week.

“Ah, but Ginge, this is good for you.” I lean over and kiss her forehead as I tickle the sensitive skin right over her beautiful tits. “Anyway, we—you and me only—are going to the beach. I want to see if you own an itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini that maybe you can squeeze into. Or, you can go like this,” I say, taking the sheet, she has covering her R-rated body and slipping it back completely.

“I have a bikini in every color, Davis!” she says playfully while she gets on her knees and straddles my body.

“Ginger, you keep doing that, Mack will hear us in here fucking if he hasn’t come to make us breakfast already and I’m not sure he can take that. He’s protective of you like I am of my own sister.”

Now with her bare pussy on my chest, I take one finger as I’m granted easy access.

“Davis, oh lord, Davis.” I could stand to hear her moan my name all day long.

“Ginger, just relax. This is all for you, beautiful.”

Her eyes roll back as her tits are bouncing up and down while she writhes in pleasure, pushing her to yet another gloriously beautiful orgasm. Still on top, she leans forward and kisses me when she says, “If all the snuggling and cuddling crap leads to orgasms like that, sign me up.”