与赛迪困于雪中

The storm hit the chalet like a freight train, rattling the windows and drowning out the crackle of the fire. I’d been nursing the same whiskey for an hour, watching the snow pile up against the deck, when Sadie came over with a fresh glass and a smile that said she knew exactly what I was thinking.

“You’re not driving anywhere tonight, cowboy,” she said, her Southern drawl slow as molasses. She set the glass down, her fingers brushing mine. “The pass is closed till morning.”

“Guess I’m stuck here with you then,” I said, looking up at her. She was all curves under that flannel shirt, the top two buttons undone, a hint of cleavage that I’d been stealing glances at all evening.

“Lucky me,” she laughed, but her eyes weren’t laughing. They were dark and hungry, tracing down my chest before meeting mine again. “You know, I’ve been watching you for three weeks now. Every Friday, same table, same order. You think I don’t notice?”

I reached out, caught her wrist, pulled her closer. She didn’t resist. “You think I come here for the coffee?”

The fire popped. She bit her lip, and then she was in my lap, her thighs straddling mine, the worn denim of her jeans pressing against my hardening cock. I could smell her — wood smoke and vanilla and something sweeter underneath.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” she whispered, grinding down on me. “About what you’d feel like. About how you’d taste.”

I grabbed her ass, pulled her tight against me. “Show me.”

She didn’t need a second invitation. She was off me in a flash, pulling at the buttons of her flannel with trembling fingers. The shirt fell open, and there they were — perfect tits, round and full, nipples already hard and dark against her pale skin. No bra. She’d been walking around all night with no bra.

“Jesus, Sadie.”

“You like ’em?” She cupped them, offered them to me. I leaned forward, took one in my mouth, sucked hard. She gasped, arched her back, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.”

I worked her nipple with my tongue, biting down just enough to make her moan, while my hands found the button of her jeans. She helped me, shoving them down her hips, and I saw she wasn’t wearing panties either. Her pussy was already glistening, a dark thatch of hair above wet pink flesh.

“You been walking around like this all night?” I asked, sliding a finger through her slick folds.

“Knew you’d be here,” she breathed. “Knew I wouldn’t be going home alone.”

I lifted her, laid her on the sheepskin rug in front of the fire. She spread her legs wide, an invitation I wasn’t about to refuse. I shed my own clothes in seconds, my cock springing free, hard and aching. She reached for it, wrapped her fingers around the shaft, stroked me slowly.

“God, you’re big,” she said, her voice thick with want. “You gonna fuck me with that?”

“Turn around.”

She rolled over, got on her hands and knees, presented that round Southern ass to me like a gift. I grabbed her hips, lined myself up, and slammed into her in one stroke. She cried out, a raw, animal sound, and I didn’t stop. I fucked her hard and fast, my balls slapping against her wet skin, the fire crackling beside us.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, pushing back against me, taking me deeper. “Fuck me, don’t stop, please.”

I reached around, found her clit, rubbed it in circles while I pounded into her. She was dripping, so wet I could hear it, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the quiet room. Her back arched, her head thrown back, and I knew she was close.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop.”

I didn’t. I drove into her harder, deeper, and she screamed as she came, her pussy clenching around me like a fist. That was all it took. I buried myself to the hilt and let go, pumping my cum into her, groaning through the wave of it.

She collapsed onto the rug, and I followed, my cock still inside her, my chest pressed against her back. We lay there for a long moment, panting, the fire warm on our skin.

“Well,” she said finally, a lazy smile in her voice. “That’s one way to break in a new regular.”

I kissed the back of her neck. “I’m gonna need to come here a lot more often.”

She laughed, soft and satisfied. “You better.”

The fire burned low, and the snow kept falling outside. We slept tangled together on the rug, her ass still pressed against me, my hand cupping her breast.

Morning came gray and quiet. I woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of Sadie humming in the kitchen. She was wearing my shirt, nothing else, her bare legs moving as she poured two mugs.

“Morning, cowboy,” she said, catching my eye. That smile was back, slow and knowing. “Coffee?”

I took the mug, our fingers brushing. She didn’t move away. Neither did I.

“Same time next week?” I asked.

She leaned in, pressed a kiss to my lips, tasted of sugar and something else. “You better believe it.”