Mia winced as she shifted on the cabin couch, her broken leg propped awkwardly on pillows. The snowstorm had trapped her here after that disastrous snowboard run down the mountain. At twenty-two, she was used to handling her own messes, but this one left her isolated with only a crackling fire for company. She hated feeling helpless, her strong frame usually powering through college hikes and parties without issue.
A knock rattled the door, and Ethan stumbled in, arms loaded with supplies from the nearby lodge. "Mia, you stubborn idiot, why didn't you call sooner?" he said, dropping the bags. His eyes scanned her cast. "Looks like your leg's got you grounded."
"Grounded? Please, Ethan. I'm not some fragile snow bunny," Mia shot back, her voice sharp with wit. "I broke it, not my spirit. Got any painkillers, or just that charming grin?" They had flirted for weeks at the resort, his quick comebacks matching her own. Tension simmered as he knelt beside her, their banter turning charged.
"Charming grin? That's rich from the girl who wiped out trying to impress me," Ethan teased, handing her water. "Admit it, you're horny for some company in this blizzard." Mia laughed, but her pulse quickened. "Horny? Look who's projecting. My pussy's just fine, thanks—wet from the snow, not you." The words hung heavy, sparking heat between them.
He brushed her thigh, careful of the cast. "Witty as ever. But I see how you're looking at me. Let's not pretend this cabin's big enough for both our egos." Their dialogue flowed like foreplay, sharp and playful, until Mia pulled him closer. "Prove it, then. Make me forget the pain." Ethan grinned, shedding layers as sweat beaded on his skin.
Clothes fell away amid panting breaths. Mia guided him assertively, her strong hands gripping his hard cock. "Suck it? No, I'll take the lead," she said, lowering for a blowjob that left him groaning. Her tongue worked expertly, making him throb. "Damn, Mia, you're dripping already," he murmured, fingers exploring her wet pussy.
Positioning carefully around her leg, Ethan entered her from the side, thrusting deep. Mia rode the rhythm, ass flexing as she came hard, her body sweating and panting. "Harder—yes, fill my pussy," she commanded, not submissive in the least. He obliged, cock pounding until he came, cum spilling as they both climaxed in a frenzy of wet, dripping heat.
Afterward, tangled and satisfied, Mia smirked through the afterglow. "Storm's not done with us yet, Ethan."
The fire popped as their eyes locked, promising far more than one night of release in the isolated cabin.
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