We are two days from Christmas and even though this thing with Sasha comes with no strings attached, I want to find something just for her. With her limbs wrapped around me, she stirs just enough for me to encourage her to go back to sleep. I turn to see her and covering her naked body I sigh, because I could look at her all day.

Quickly leaving her room, I make my way to the main house, finding Anna in the kitchen. Turning to me, she smiles, grabbing me a cup of coffee. “I had no idea you woke up this early. I was assuming you and Sasha would still be tangled up with one another.”

She looks over her coffee with just a grin and I shrug. “Am I going to get a lecture?” I ask.

“No, of course not. Sasha is a unique soul, one part is cold as ice and the next thing you know, she’s loving on my kids.”

Pouring some cream into my coffee, I smile. “She’s a special gal, but I can’t offer more.” Though I knew I was willing to give it up for Justine. As much as I cared for Justine, the woman in Sasha is made for me. I know, too, she’s not willing to give either.

“She has a full heart, Jake. Don’t let her hardness fool you.” Anna replaces the coffee pot as she continues, “So what are you up to this early? I’m sure you’d rather be with Sasha than drinking coffee with me.”

“Yeah, I wanted to see if I could borrow Mack’s car again. I thought I might do some shopping this morning.”

With a large smile, Anna understands my intentions. “Hmm, that is mighty sweet of you.”

“Do you have any suggestions for me?” I ask, looking over my coffee as I blow on it.

“Through the last six Christmases she has spent with me, I’ve found she loves hummingbirds, bangle bracelets, and necklaces. She must have a hundred necklaces and wears them all.”

“Ah, very good. I’ll see what I can find.” I grab the keys as she hands them to me, “And don’t spill this little rendezvous of mine to her.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t even think about it.”

* * *

My trip to the local stores proved to be very successful as I found a couple presents for the naked woman I left back at the villa along with some toys for the kids, that I can stash in Mack’s office.

Opening the door to the villa, Sasha greets me with a small smirk, in a green lacy negligee. “I’m glad I’m not Mack,” I say, making a beeline for the redhead in the naughty green nightie.

“I actually told him not to worry about breakfast this morning for us. Anna was kind enough to bring us muffins because I sure as fuck won’t be cooking.”

Ah, how I’ve come to covet her sass. “I wouldn’t ever expect that from you, Ginger.”

I am now sitting next to her, working my hand up her thigh when I find she has on fucking underwear. “What is this?”

“Ah, just in case I had a kid make their way to me before you got back. But feel free to take them off me any way you’d like.”

I place kisses all over her pale neck, not able to get enough of this woman. “Where did you go?” she asks between moans as I slip one finger into her core.

“Hmm,” I kiss her on the lips and pull back, “Errands, I wanted to get those kids something from me. After just a few days, I sort of adore them.” I find my place back on her lips as she grants access to her mouth. I take her deep, plunging my fingers into her. I’ve not even worked with her clit and still she’s writhing as I place her body down on the couch and straddle her, still with my hand in her.

That is when I put the pad of my thumb on her clit. “Davis, holy shit. I want this but I want you in me, now. I need you inside of me.”

I laugh because I know what this means. “This is your one time in control, Ms. Peterson. But if you would like, I can be inside of you in a matter of seconds.” Taking the pad of my thumb, I rub her greedy little clit and she shudders at the touch.

My words of coveting control have her swearing under her breath until her words finally sound coherent. “You fucker.”

“I’m a sexy fucker,” I say, pulling away from her.

Sitting up, feeling my absence, she pulls my hand back to her, “You’re a sexy and sadistic fucker but since I’m in control this one time today, it will be my way.” And in that moment, her eyes are hooded, glazed with need. She loves control but the one gift I can give her in our time together is a little bit of submission, a little bit of trust for someone around her.

I’m still standing next to her, her thighs parted as I think about going back on my word and shoving my hard cock into the juicy lips of her pussy. But no, she needs this just as much as she needs to give control over to me for the rest of the day. But that fucking underwear is still in the way. I remember her words from earlier about taking them off any way I’d like. Leading with my head, I take my teeth and bite down on the hem of her panties and begin to remove them, slowly, taking in her scent. I continue to pull them down with my hands while I slather kisses on her thighs, knees, and calves, I get them off her long legs and pocket her undies into my jeans. “You won’t be seeing these again.”

Since being with her, I tend not to go anywhere without a condom or two because Sasha and I are just that needy for one another. Taking the condom from my other pocket, she grabs it from me before I’ve got a chance to do anything. “Strip, now!” she barks and I do as she says. Taking in the rigidness of her teeth, those wonderful pearly whites of hers, I want them to be sunk into my own skin, she tears the package open, and in that one little movement of hers, I can see the need, the desire, the want deep in the caramel-amber of her eyes. The fucking eyes of an enchantress, she could ask anything of me right now, and I would do it.

Now that I’m fully naked, she takes her hands, running her thin elegant fingers up the length of my dick and it twitches at her touch, wanting more. Taking the condom, she wraps me fully with it. I’ve never had such a mundane task of donning a condom feel so sensual as her fingers touch me at every spot.

Standing up, she takes me in her arms, reaching down toward my ass, with one sharp squeeze of my cheeks and with the little bit of pain, it makes my dick come to attention, pushing up against her small and firm stomach. I smile because this little move takes my breath away, wondering what in the world this woman has in store for me.

Turning me around, she pushes me hard onto the couch and though I could feel the full force of her body against mine, I allow this to happen. She’s maybe five feet eight inches tall against my six-foot four-inch frame but hell, I’ve promised her control so this is what she gets.

When I think she’s going to order me to lie down, she straddles her legs over my lap and I can hear the wetness of her pussy while taking my dick and sliding me into her. She moans as I fully fill her and fuck, in this position, she’s tight and I can feel every movement she makes. I realize I won’t last long.

* * *

With her head on my shoulder, she leans back, “I’ve got one more thing I want to do, but we must go in the room for that, so let me have this last time today.” She almost begs, how can I say no to this beautiful face?

“I’m all yours, sugar,” I say with a small little smirk.

Taking my hand in hers, which I secretly love, she pulls me to the bedroom and I don’t let go. Standing me at the foot of her bed, she walks over to her suitcase and grabs something long and circular from her bag, throwing it on her bed. I’m all smiles when I realize what it is.

“Don’t leave town without it, Ginger?” I ask.

“Well, Davis, I wasn’t expecting you so yes, a girl has to please herself when the need presents itself.” She smirks while I continue to look at the long purple vibrator on her bed.

“So, what is this, Ginge? What is it you want from me?”

“I love having someone watch me masturbate. Are you okay with that?”

Holy fuck, I feel like I’ve just won the lottery. “Um, let me think?” I stumble, as all I consider are the many mental images going through my mind. “Yes, I think I can suffer through it.” I must stay put with my feet planted or I’ll attack her. “Besides observing, which might I add will be fucking horrible,” my voice is laced with sarcasm, “what is it you want me to do?”

“Oh, that is easy, I want to watch you make yourself come as I come, too.”

This woman is perfect! “Oh, again, I think I can suffer through it,” I say sardonically while she settles the sheets and the comforter that we haven’t made in two days since we’ll eventually mess it up anyway.

“Okay, Ice Queen.” I love surprising her with the names I can come up with and though she’s amused by the smirk on her face, she flips me off again. “Watch out because when I’m back in control, I’ll smack your sweet ass for that,” I tease and I would love to do just that but by the look on her face, I know I’m warned.

She settles the pillows in the way that her body is vertically in front of me and while her torso is propped up, I have a great vantage point to her pussy. As she settles in with her legs spread eagle, I keep eye contact with her when she starts the little motor of her vibrating friend.

“Don’t think your little device there is going to see much more action after today, sugar,” I say and as the first part of that vibrator hits her pussy, her eyes roll back in her head for a split second. “Don’t tell me that feels better than me?” I ask.

“Fuck no. Nothing feels better than your long and thick cock inside of me, Davis. I just wanted to change things up, plus watching you stroke your dick makes me want to come hard.”

I wait for her to get situated and she stares at me as her purple friend goes in and out of her and in that moment, I fucking want to throw her vibrator out the window and push my hard self into her. Watching her like this is enjoyable, to say the least, though I’m done letting her dictate my actions.

“Davis,” she says sharply with her breath caught in her throat. “With one hand, stroke yourself slowly and with the other hand, squeeze your balls lightly, just enough to give yourself pleasure.” Her body is absorbed in the sensations of the vibrator but still looking directly at me.

“You know, Ginger, you’re a hell of a woman.” And fuck, if her little icy heart isn’t starting to form around my own. I realize in this minute, I want more and I was fucking stupid to agree to this because walking away from her may just be my demise.

It’s as if she can read my mind, “I told you, Davis, not to fall for me. I mean, it’s easy, I understand that.” Again, her voice is jagged and breathy with pleasure.

“I’m not, don’t worry your little icy heart about it, Ginger,” I lie.

She tries to laugh but I’ve seen enough of her orgasms over the last few days to know when she’s about to come. I watch her, ramping up my own pace because I want to come at the same time she does. Watching her come will make me cream all over the place and I do, within ten seconds.

I must catch my breath because that was some of the most intense, intimate shit I’ve been through without touching the other person. As soon as I can breathe again, because Sasha takes my breath away, I climb into bed with her. At first, she resists but then sinks in next to my body and we melt together.

“You know,” she begins, “We’ll have to get out of this bed sooner or later. We promised Syd and Cam a day at the beach.”

“True,” I begin and sharing Sasha with them makes me happy as I get to see the soft side of this enchantress who is claiming my heart. “But we can sit here for ten minutes.”

“Okay,” she says slowly. “What do you want to know?”

“What?” I ask but the truth of the matter is I want to know everything there is about her. I get this week, then it’s goodbye. I want to know what makes her icy little heart tick. Though I know within a shadow of a doubt, her heart really isn’t that cold.

“Davis, you’re easy to read. It’s okay because you’re also easy to talk to. I mean, you’re easy to do other things with, too,” she says with a smirk as we are now face to face.

“I want to start with something hard, Ginger,” I say.

“It is very easy to get you hard, too.” She reaches her hands below my waist and grabs my cock. That’s fine, we can have this conversation with her hands on me.

“No, I wasn’t talking about that hard thing, but don’t move your fucking hands,” I say as a little moan escapes.

But she fucking stops anyway and laughs. “No, you want me to open up about my mom, because of yesterday.”

Fuck, if we aren’t on the same wavelength, I don’t know who is. “Yes,” is all I say.

She nuzzles her little button nose to the side of my arm and I adjust to bring her close to me. Now, she looks away just like she did yesterday in the car. “My mom, she was everything. See, my dad, he’s not a good man. I mean, he loves me and all that shit and my mother loved him so much. But she shielded me from the seedier parts of him. Then when she was gone and my suspicions were that she died because of his fucking sleaze ball ways, I pretty much disowned him.”

I don’t have to see her to know she’s crying, I feel it running down the side she now has her head buried into. All I see is her auburn hair fanned out over the curvy lines of her back revealing just a hint of freckles. When I touch her, at the base of her ass, she flinches as though she realizes she has spilled a part of herself to me. She stiffens as I tip her face up to see my eyes search her soul.

“Shh, don’t start to retreat into yourself, Queenie.”

“How many fucking nicknames are you going to come up with for me?”

I know her opening up to me is now over, for right now, but I call this a score for me in my endeavor to heal her in some sort of way. I only respond, “I don’t know, how many more days do we have left? I’ll see what I can do.”

The conversation may be over but she rests her head in the crook of my arm while I take my other hand, rubbing it down her stomach as a comfort. I could stay like this all day.

* * *

Taking Cameron and Sydney to the beach with us is in total contradiction to the day we shared yesterday. Unfortunately, as much as I enjoyed fucking her in the ocean, I think I may like this day even better.

Sasha is in a bright pink bikini that I’ve wanted to take off her throughout the whole day but that’s not an option. Watching her with the kids causes my heart to flutter, wondering if I could have a family one-day.

I am out in the surf helping Sydney wakeboard while Sasha is building castles in the sand with Cameron. Every so often, I would look up and Sasha is watching me with Sydney, waving or smiling. I wonder if she has those pangs of starting a family one-day or if like me, the past sins of her father, like my own, would cause me to pack it all up. I then think to myself, Nope, no fucking way. That father of mine will not take away my future. He’s already taken away so much.

I could’ve shared this with her this morning, relating to her story as I too blame my father for the death of my mother. It is about getting Sasha to open up a little bit more though; to see what makes her tick.

Leaving the beach, with Syd and Cam passed out in the back seat, Sasha touches my thigh with her sandy little hands as she says, “Davis, this has been one of the best days I’ve had, thanks for that.”

In three days, this girl has done a number on me. I squeeze her hand and say, “I had a great time, too, Ginge.”