By the time the last week in November rolled around, she knew what she wanted. She'd always been curious about it, but had always feared doing that with him. A few days of well spent time dedicated to her research and she was finally ready. She bought the supplies that she needed, and after wishing a Happy Thanksgiving to the girl with whom she shared the apartment, she left for his place, knowing that her thanksgiving was going to be very eventful. It was the 26th of November, and she knew that he was still in New York, negotiating a contract between two particularly aggressive companies. Thanks to the spare key that she owned, she would be able to prepare herself before he arrived. Those thoughts swarmed her head, and had her tingling in anticipation as she carefully navigated the streets and highway rotaries to his apartment.

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Sasha heard the soft click of his key as it opened the main door and looked at the time. It was just after nine, exactly when she'd expected him to return home. He had called before his flight out of New York, wondering where she was, and if she'd decided on spending Thanksgiving with him or with her textbooks. After a little laugh that was part groan at the thought of work, she'd told him that she would drive down tomorrow. A little lie to make his surprise even more complete. He'd sighed and she'd smiled as she heard the disappointment the expression. She couldn't help but think that she was slightly evil, but he'd forgive her when he saw what she had in store for him.

She pushed the covers from her body and reached out for the toys that she'd brought from her place to his. Some were old; some new. In the dark, she depended on touch to locate them. Her hand closed over a ridged dildo that was smaller than him in length but almost matched perfectly for girth. She'd purchased that months after meeting him, and it was the one that she used the most. She placed it on the bed before her and felt about the other toys. Her hand closed over of the new toys, as her finger ran across the bead-like grooves, she bit her lip. She heard the sound of shoes against the hardwood floor of his kitchen. Quickly, she scrambled for the rest of the toys and laid them out on the bed before her. She'd already prepared herself with a warm bath and a few other standard procedures, before she'd crawled into bed to wait for him.

He strolled into the bedroom without bothering to turn on the light. He froze immediately, as if sensing that something was wrong. His hand shot out and bright light flooded the room.
"What the—Sasha—what are you—?" he asked, confusion apparent in his features.

She smiled in catlike fascination and waited for his eyes to drink her in. She saw his gaze linger between her brown legs and spread them wider. She wondered if he could already tell what was on her mind. His eyes left her pussy as he stared at the assortion of toys on the bed.

His eyes heated, and she watched as they grew more grey than blue. Wetness flooded her pussy and she slowly sat up, swinging her legs to the floor, and approached him.

"You're right on time," she whispered softly as she stopped before him. Her nipples brushed at the white cotton shirt that he wore as she began to undo his tie.

"I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow." His voice sounded hoarse, and she saw his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed deeply. She bit her lip to keep herself from smiling. It wasn't everyday that someone made Blake Leverson lose his cool. She loved giving him the control, most of the times, but she also enjoyed taking it from him.

She pulled the tie from his collar and let it drop to the ground. "I lied."

His eyes left hers and darted back to the bed, where the toys were, before coming to hers once more.

"You didn't tell me about this—."

"Ssh," she whispered, sidling up closer to him and rubbing her body against his. His cock jumped underneath the black pants that he wore. Pushing herself onto her toes, and pulling his head down to hers, she lightly traced her tongue across his bottom lip before she kissed him thoroughly, sweeping her tongue into his mouth and licking aggressively at his own. He was still for a moment before his hand snaked around her hips as large hands pulled her ass against him. She felt her feet leave the floor briefly as he ground her against the solid hardness of his cock. She pulled away immediately. She needed to maintain her control if this was to work. When he made to pull her against him again, she pushed at his shoulders and turned her head away.

Blake let out a frustrated breath and glared down at her.

She shook her head and quickly backed away from him, over to the bed.

When he made to follow, she said, "No. Stand right there."

"Sasha, what are we—?"

"No talking, Blake. Just watch—watch me." She pushed herself onto the bed and lay down, looking at him all the while. She was already sopping wet. Her hands began a tentative tracing of her body, running along her belly, her legs, her breasts, her neck, before finally, a hand slipped between her legs and she arched her hips and moaned. She'd masturbated many times before, especially when she'd thought of Blake and couldn't get to him quick enough, but she'd never done it in front of him—until now. Tonight was going to be a first for a few things.

She parted her folds with one hand as the other slipped between. Using her index finger, her eyes were on him as she pushed it deep into her hot sex and then brought her slippery finger to her clit.

A strangled groan left his throat as his eyes watched her finger work.

"Blake," she moaned, circling her finger over her rapidly enlarging clit. "Take off your shirt."

The shirt fell to the floor moments later, and he was reaching for his belt when her words halted him, "Just the shirt."

His eyes lifted to hers and narrowed, but his hands fell away from his belt buckle. She spread her legs wider and pushed her index and middle fingers into her pussy. Lifting her hips off the bed, she slowly began to fuck her fingers.

Blake cupped himself through his pants, and she was just about tell him to move his hands when she felt the building of an orgasm. She pulled her fingers from her body and focused on her breathing. She didn't want to come yet—she wanted to come under his fingers.

Pushing herself onto her elbows, and used the very finger that had just been inside of her to beckon him forward. He was above her immediately, his big body pushing her into the bed as he kissed her lips, her neck, sucked at her nipples.

"Blake, wait—stop—Blake..." All protests died when his finger took up where hers had left off. He began to play with her clit, spanking it softly with two fingers, before his finger took up circling the hardened bud.

"Fuck me with your fingers," she moaned against his lips, grinding her hips against his hand.

Two fingers plunged into her hole and his thumb began circling her clit as he roughly fucked her with his fingers.

"Oohh—! Ungh—yea—Blake..." She felt her orgasm build once more as she thrashed wildly beneath him. She screamed into his mouth as she came, her pussy clutching at the two fingers still buried inside of her.

During the time it took her to come down from that orgasm, Blake was naked, his body pressed up against hers, his cock brushing her clit as it lined up for invasion. He pushed into her slowly, deliciously stretching her as he filled her as only he could. This wasn't how she'd planned it but Sasha was ready for improvisations. She was going to be here for four glorious days. She would get everything that she wanted done during that time. She locked her legs around his waist and continued to arch into his thrusts.

"Shit, Sasha, you feel so good," he groaned as his thrusts increased in speed.

Sasha nodded and was about to say something dirty that would have him cumming when her brain caught onto something. He wasn't wearing a condom. She could feel the difference; had ridden him bareback before, when she'd been on the pill. Even as she continued to arch against him, she whimpered softly, "Blake—ughn, pull out. Not—on—pill."

"Ah—fu—Sasha!" Blake grunted. He pulled from her body immediately, and just in time. Streams of pearly white cum landed across her stomach and in her pubic hair.

He collapsed atop her, before rolling them both onto their sides. He was breathing hard. So was she.

"Shit, I forgot the condom—."

"I think its okay—you pulled out."

"It's your fault," he suddenly said, their breathing slowly regulating.

"Really? How?"

"Which sane man would remember a condom after coming home to find you sprawled out on his bed like his Thanksgiving Day meal?" He kissed her thoroughly and she reached down and took his semi-erect cock into her hand. It was wet from her juices as she began to pump it. He pulled his lips from hers and asked, "Were you playing with the toys before I came home?"

She shook her head. His eyes grew puzzled.

"I want you to use the toys on me," she told him saucily. His brows lifted, but a wicked smile touched his lips. "With pleasure."

He suddenly pushed her onto her back, and moved between her legs. Reaching down for the largest dildo, he lifted it before pressing it against her clit.

She gasped, arched into him. He pushed the object into her. Within seconds she was coming, the deep grooves rubbing her spot in ways that were just damn sinful.

Sasha opened her eyes to find Blake lifting her latest purchase in his hand. He raised a brow at the beads that covered the thin rod.

She sat up and reached over to his end table, grabbing the bottle that lay there. Crossing the distance between them, she applied some of the contents to the dark blue toy, running her finger over the beads as she stared into his eyes.

His brow crinkled, and his voice was a low, throaty purr as he said, "Sasha, you don't need lube. Not with me." She was naturally sexual, her body showing him what it liked and didn't by the fluids leaking from her body.

She chuckled softly and leaned closer to his ear. "It's not for that hole, baby."

Then she pushed herself onto her hands and knees and wriggled her ass in his face, all the while turning her head to see his reaction.

He went from semi-flaccid to marble hard in the span of three seconds—the time it took to figure out what that meant. He'd always wanted to fuck her there but she'd always been skeptical of it, and now—she was initiating it? Not one to question opportunities, he reached for the bottle of lube on the bed and placed a generous amount on his finger. Leaning over her, he kissed her shoulder, and ran his other hand over her breasts. She tensed when his finger pressed against her puckered hole.

"Baby, relax. I won't hurt you."

Sasha relaxed. She trusted Blake to do this. She'd read that anal sex wasn't supposed to hurt, like losing one's virginity. She'd heard that done with the right person, it was very pleasurable. Blake's finger slowly slid into her body and her mouth opened on an "o". It had gone in easily. He withdrew his finger to the tip and pressed it back into her. Pleasure assaulted her senses.

"How does it feel?" he asked softly.

"Really, really good."

He fucked her ass with his finger for a few more moments before withdrawing it completely. She was about to protest when she felt something cool press up against her. Something round suddenly slipped in, followed by another round piece, and another, and another...

By the time he was finished, a new flood of wetness was dripping down her thighs, and her legs and arms were trembling. No wonder people like this so much...

Blake suddenly got onto his back between her legs and pulled her hips down. The first touch of his mouth to her clit sent her spiraling into orgasmic heaven, her anal muscles clutching tightly against the beads still embedded deep within. He continued to lick at her pussy, slurping her juices down even as she screamed her release.

*******

She must have passed out. When Sasha opened her eyes, she was lying on her back, and Blake was over her, a large smile on his face.

She lifted a brow, confused.

"You've been out for a few minutes," he told her, pushing her legs up and apart. "Are you ready to continue?"

"Continue what—ooohh!" Something slipped out of her with a soft pop and her eyes widened in the wicked delight of the sensation.

"I'm guessing that felt really, really good too, didn't it, baby?" he asked softly, pulling slowly on the dildo that was still buried inside of her. Another bead popped out and she grunted, her hands reaching behind her to clutch at the fluffy pillow under her head.

He leaned down and pulled a lengthened nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak as he took long pulls against her. She arched against his mouth. He pulled out another of the beads and she tensed and moaned under him. Pushing himself back onto his knees, he moved a hand over to her hot slit and began to lightly play with it.

She twitched and then tensed and bucked as she came. "Ohmigod! Ahh!" Her hips arched off of the bed and finally crashed back down. She chuckled, almost in disbelief, and then pushed herself onto her elbows and looked at him.

"Why didn't you tell me what I was missing?"

"You don't know what you've missed...as yet." With that, he pulled the remaining beads from her body and guided her onto her stomach. Sasha flopped over, exhausted, yet ready to have this fantasy fulfilled. From their last encounter in the library, to now, she'd been fantasizing about what it would feel like to have him take her there. They'd done everything but that. Strictly forbidden, she'd told him, although she could remember once or twice during their role playing that Blake had inserted a finger back there. Now, she was almost ready to come simply at that thought.

She felt his finger, covered in lube, press into her once more and relaxed as the cool but quickly warming gel coated her insides. A feeling of sheer naughtiness touched her as she remembered preparing her body for this. She should have known that it would feel good after the pleasure she'd received from that.

Turning her head to the side, she looked into the mirror across from them. Blake was applying the lube to himself, and she felt herself grow wetter as she watched his large fist enclose that veined monster. He chose that moment to look up and their eyes met in the mirror. Tossing the lube to the other side of the bed, he grabbed a hold of her bubbly ass cheeks and spread them before releasing them. Leaning over her, he reached underneath her body. One hand brushed her nipples as the other played masterly with her clit. She pushed back against him.

"I'll go as slow as you want," he murmured in her ear, before his tongue flicked at her lobe. "Just tell me what you want. You're in control, Sasha."

She nodded and he brought himself upright and spread her cheeks apart once more. Sasha tensed as she watched the head of his cock move towards her.

"Relax."

She blew out a breath and tried to do that.

Turning away from the mirror, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of him.

The plush head of his cock pushed against her hole. Slowly, he pushed forward. Her eyes widened as she felt her body stretch. He suddenly stopped and reached his hand down. His finger teased at her clit once more.

"Back up unto me—when you're ready." His voice was hoarse from strain. It took her a few seconds of breathing, before she got the courage to push back, slowly. Another inch of him slipped into her, but it didn't hurt. It was pressure, but not exactly painful pressure. She turned to look at him in the mirror. His jaw was clenched tightly; the hands at her hips gripping her.

Slowly, she began to move her hips back and forth on his cock. A moan escaped her as the friction turned into pleasure. Blake held still, allowing her to be in control of this for her first, feeling as if at any moment he was going to cum.

She suddenly pushed back more, and another inch pushed into her.

"Blake...," she moaned out, pushing a hand underneath her as she began to rub her clit. "Blake, you can move now. Slow—please."

Biting down on the inside of his cheek, he began to move. She cried out and tossed her head back, enjoying the steady feel of him inside her ass.

"Blake—faster."

He began to move faster, and she whimpered as he did. "You like that, Sasha?"

She nodded, her finger moving faster against her clit.

"You like my cock in your ass?"
She groaned, bit her lip and nodded again.

He suddenly leaned over her, the heat of his belly against her back. He resumed his pace once more.

"You gonna cum on my cock, baby?"
She nodded. So close.

"Cum for me, Sasha."

He lifted his torso and a hand came down on her left butt cheek. Sasha jumped, even as she whimpered deep in her throat.

Her fingers worked faster, and she pushed back as he plunged forward. Her muscles suddenly contracted as she came and he roared, unable to keep from coming with her squeezing him. Sasha felt a pool of heat flood her insides and collapsed onto the bed. His cock slipped for her body even as he came down atop her.

She felt his heart thundering against her back and knew that hers must feel the same way. They were both sticky, from sweat and other fluids, but deeply sated. Sasha smiled. They hadn't even used all of the toys. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving. After paying a visit to Blake's grandfather, one of the few members of Blake's family that she'd met and liked, they'd come back to his apartment. Then they could find some more things to be thankful for—starting with the pink rabbit that was a new addition to her collection of girl toys. She'd always wondered if they worked. They always seemed a little too good to be true. She opened her eyes and peeked up at Blake. His hand was thrown across his face; his black hair fanned out like a halo about his head; his hair his lips parted slightly as he drew in deep breaths of air. She moved closer to him, reaching up and kissing his chest as she settled down besides him. He smelled of her, of musk, of sex.

He slowly moved his arm from across his face and wrapped it about her, pulling her closer to him.

"What else did you have planned for Thanksgiving?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in the room. The lights were still on, and she figured they were both too tired to get up right now and turn it off. Maybe later.

"It's not Thanksgiving yet," she murmured softly, closing her eyes. "You'll find out soon enough."

He nodded. There was silence for a few moments when he suddenly said, "Two hours."

"Hmm?"

"Thanksgiving is in two hours."

She squinted at him and raised a brow. The times when Blake made little sense to her were far and few but they did happen. "What are you talking about?"
"You said I'll find out soon enough—on Thanksgiving. It's after ten. Thanksgiving is in two hours." His eyes travelled down her body, lingering on her dusky nipples and the patch of hair between her thighs. They returned to hers moments later, startlingly intense in his handsome face. "You've got two hours."

"So do you."

He smiled slowly. She felt an answering tug at her lips. Two hours of sleep, and then she was going to introduce both of them to the rest of her toys, starting with the rabbit. Thanksgiving hadn't even begun yet and already she was thanking whatever entity had given her this man.