湖边小屋的南方热浪
我站在吱嘎作响的木码头上，温暖的晚风拉扯着我的太阳裙，一看到他的瞬间，我的胃就翻了个个儿。杰克。我那些狂野大学暑假里的前男友，宽厚的肩膀，还有那慢吞吞的南方口音，以前总能让我当场融化。十年过去了，可那股吸引力像一列货运火车一样撞上我——光是想起他以前怎么把我按在身下让我求饶，我的大腿就已经夹紧了。我们身后的老湖边别墅亮着串灯，树上的蝉鸣声嗡嗡作响，湖水轻轻拍打着桩基。就我们俩，被邀请回来参加哥们的生日周末，但其他人都早早睡了。
“Damn, Riley,” Jake said, stepping closer with that crooked grin, his voice low and teasing like honey over gravel. “You still wear those little sundresses that make a man forget his manners?”
I laughed, but it came out breathy, my nipples tightening against the thin cotton. “And you still talk like you’re fixin’ to charm the pants right off me, huh?”
He closed the distance, his calloused hand brushing my bare arm, sending sparks straight to my core. The tension crackled thicker than the humid air. We’d ended things clean back then—no drama, just life pulling us apart—but tonight that old fire roared back hotter than ever.
“Been thinkin’ about you since I saw your name on the guest list,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, lips grazing the shell. “Wonderin’ if that sweet Southern pussy of yours still gets so wet for me.”
Heat flooded my cheeks and between my legs. I grabbed his shirt, pulling him toward the screened porch. “Then quit wonderin’ and find out, cowboy.”
We barely made it inside before his mouth crashed on mine, hungry and familiar. His big hands roamed down my back, bunching my dress up over my hips. I moaned into the kiss as his fingers slipped under my panties, stroking my already slick folds.
“Fuck, Riley… you’re drippin’,” he growled against my lips, sliding two thick fingers inside me easy. The wet sound filled the quiet porch, my knees buckling.
I rocked against his hand, gasping. “Jake… yes, just like that. Deeper, baby.”
他弯曲手指，触到那个让我眼前冒金星的点。他的拇指缓慢而有力地绕着我的阴蒂画圈，阴蒂跳动着。我们踉跄着走向那张大藤编沙发，嬉闹着互相脱衣服。我的裙子先掉在地上，接着是他的衬衫，露出我以前用舌头舔上好几个小时的古铜色胸膛。
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice husky with that drawl that always undid me. “Still the prettiest thing this side of the Mason-Dixon. These tits…” He cupped my breasts, thumbs flicking my hard nipples until I whimpered. “Always did love how they fit perfect in my hands.”
I pushed him down onto the cushions, straddling his lap, feeling his thick cock straining against his jeans. “Your turn to lose these,” I teased, popping the button and tugging the zipper slow. His dick sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already glistening. God, I’d missed this.
“Ride me, darlin’,” he said, eyes dark with lust. “Show me you still remember how we used to fuck out here by the water.”
I didn’t wait. Rising up, I gripped his cock and sank down onto it in one smooth glide, my tight pussy stretching around his girth. We both groaned loud—mine high and needy, his low and rough. The fullness was perfect, hitting every sensitive inch inside me.
“Shit, you’re so big… still fills me up so good,” I panted, starting to rock my hips. The wet slap of skin echoed with each bounce, my juices coating his balls.
Jake’s hands gripped my ass, guiding me faster, spanking one cheek lightly. “That’s it, my sweet Southern girl. Bounce on that dick. Let me hear those pretty little sounds you make.”
I leaned forward, my tits brushing his chest, whispering right against his mouth as I ground my clit on him. “You like how my pussy squeezes you? Still so tight for you, Jake… only you ever made me come this hard.”
他向上挺动来迎合我，沙发在我们身下吱嘎作响。节奏变得疯狂，我的内壁在他的阴茎周围颤抖，第一次高潮来得又快又猛。“我快到了……别停，求你了……”
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered hot against my neck, biting gently. “Let me feel you cream all over this cock.”
我尖叫着高潮了，小穴剧烈收缩，像在榨取他，快感如浪潮般席卷全身。他迅速翻身，把我放倒在靠垫上，但没拔出来。现在他在上面，用长而有力的抽插深入，让我眼睛翻白。
“Goddamn, you feel incredible,” he groaned, sweat slicking our bodies. His voice stayed right in my ear the whole time, whispering filthy praise between kisses. “Missed this tight little cunt… the way it grips me when you come.”
我用双腿缠住他的腰，脚后跟陷进他的屁股。“用力点，杰克。像你真心想干我那样干我。”
He pounded faster, the wet sounds obscene and perfect. My second climax hit even stronger, making me squirt a little around his thrusting cock. That pushed him over—he buried himself to the hilt, groaning my name as he spilled deep inside me, hot pulses of cum filling my pussy until it leaked out between us.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, the lake breeze cooling our sweaty skin. Finally he pulled back just enough to look at me, that grin returning.
“Well, hell,” he chuckled, voice still ragged. “Guess some things just get better with time.”
I laughed softly, tracing his jaw with my fingertip, feeling light and satisfied all the way to my toes. “Or maybe we just needed one more night at this old lake house to remember how damn good we are together.”
He kissed me slow and sweet, the cicadas still singing outside like they approved.