Snow

"Is that good for you?" She'd whispered it to him as he'd stood above her.

"It is." He'd watched the glisten of his cock draw in and out of her slick brown cut again and again, and he'd reached around to the front of her, moving his hand under the paunch of her belly, searching for the firm little nub that'd been buried in her spread of thick black curls. He'd found it easily, swollen up like a fleshy pebble under his fingers. He'd rubbed around it steady and deep while he'd worked inside of her, and she'd pushed back into him, her plump, rounded behind hitting firm and rhythmic against the sharp bones of his pelvis.

"Yes..." She'd kept whispering that one word to him, urging him on as he'd rubbed at her wet little nub, and soon she'd been bucking her hips and moaning, her hand slipping down over his as it'd worked against her. He'd felt the pulse of her orgasm tighten all around him and he'd gone still, holding himself deep inside, closing his eyes as he'd filled her up with his own sticky warmth a moment later. As he'd pulled himself out from the heat of her insides, he'd watched a single, salty trail make its way down her smooth brown thigh.

To his surprise, she'd turned to him then with her black teardrop eyes all full of light. She'd kissed him full on the mouth, still catching her breath.

"You can come back to me...whenever you like..." He'd already gone soft and sleepy there, but still, she'd reached down and held him in her warm hand for a moment longer.

"I will." Silas had leaned and given her forehead a tender kiss, but in the next moment, he'd gone searching around for his trousers, ready to take his leave.

The hot memory of that drunken night in Lewisburg gnawed at Silas as he piled up three or four good sized logs. It was enough to last until the first light of morning, and he took the heavy gathering of wood into his arms, heading back up to the front of the cabin. A harsh wind tossed the naked trees to and fro and it stung his face like a ruthless slap. He crept along slowly, minding his leg, keeping a steady balance on the long, slick path covered in icy white.

"That wind's gettin' vicious..." Silas nudged his way through the door, using the rounded toe of one heavy boot to guide it closed again. The small, dim room lay empty and quiet as he stood there looking around for Franny.

After he set the jagged logs into an old brass trough near the hearth, Silas pulled off his thick woolen coat, wrestling with it a bit. He sat down in one of the four wooden chairs strewn around his table, catching his breath, rubbing the stiffness from his leg.

Franny's brown, lace-up boots lay idle near the fire, and a puddle of melted snow collected under them. She'd propped her rifle in the corner next to his black, cast iron stove, and her big burlap sack lay strewn over the patchwork quilt that covered his squeaky old mattress.

A long moment went by and he leaned down, unlacing one of his boots, then the other. He began to wonder if she'd gone out back to look for him, and he couldn't help but glance out the window. Snow had collected in each of the square panes, and the glass gave off a gentle rattle each time the wind swept against the little wooden house. He couldn't see much, so he went back to pulling off his thick wet socks, struggling with the one attached to his bad leg, and when he looked up again, she stood there quiet and somber near the fire.

Parted from her heavy woolen coat, Silas looked on at Franny's small body covered over in boy's clothes. She wore a thin, white cotton undershirt that buttoned down the front. It was undone three notches and he saw the shadow of something beautiful and feminine just underneath. She had on thick leather suspenders like his own, and they hung loosely over her slim shoulders. When he looked down, her small feet were bare, and it seemed she had all intentions of staying a while.

He swallowed hard, feeling a knot rise in his throat just at the thought of touching that wild, golden-eyed girl. She was something rare and beautiful, a little white pearl tucked deep inside a rough oyster's shell.

"Where'd you go? I was lookin' for you." Silas kept still in his chair, holding his eyes on her like she was an untamed creature, quick and unpredictable, but Franny stayed put, keeping quiet.

His gaze drifted down to her unbuttoned shirt, and he caught a glimpse of two sweet rosy nipples. They showed taut and beckoning through the thin, gauzy cotton, and he looked away, fighting his urge to stare.

"Are you hungry? I...I can cook you up them birds... if you are." Silas felt like he was stumbling over every word and he gave her a nervous grin as he pulled his hat off, smoothing down his thick, sandy blonde hair, trying to hide just how eager he was for her.

"Are you hungry?" Franny hadn't budged, she just stood there biting at her full bottom lip, doing her best to bring him up to a boil, and she could tell it was working.

Silas slid up to the edge of his seat, lacing his big hands together, all full of a searing anticipation.

Franny could feel the heat coming off of him. She had his full attention, and it warmed her right up. Her little cleft already ached and he hadn't even run a hand over her yet.

"I could eat..." His words came out slowly, and he had his eyes fixed on hers. Franny knew just what he craved. That warm, delicate opening, nestled small and soft between her legs, all glazed over in salty wetness; it was what Silas truly wanted for supper. He hadn't had that kind of delicious meal in some time, and his starving eyes told her so.

"You look like you need somethin' sweet." From behind her back, Franny pulled out a shiny red apple, like she'd done that hot day in August as they'd lingered near her daddy's front gate. It was the same perfect shade of crimson, but that ripe piece of fruit was no longer the offering of a sweet little girl. Instead, it had turned undeniably seductive in her small, pretty hand, and just looking at it made him stiffen up again. The ache in his trousers was almost painful.

The fire burned low, smoldering in the darkness as an indigo dusk fell over the white forests outside, and Franny walked over to him lazily in her bare feet, watching the rise and fall of the hard little stone in his throat.

Without any words, she nestled her small body into his lap on that rickety old chair. She took a slow bite of her apple, and then another, letting him watch her all the while. His two big hands came up around the soft curve of her waist through those boyish clothes as she chewed it up slowly, and he pulled her closer by the hips, not able to resist touching her for a moment longer.

She felt his breath go quick as she tilted her hips into his just once, and he pushed up into her, wanting more, but she stayed still, feeling the hard poke of him pressed right against her swollen cleft. Even through two layers of their woolen trousers, Franny could feel his thick tip spreading her open. Silas felt it too since either one of them wore underthings, and he shifted against her warm cut, holding her there so she could feel how eager he was, how easy it would be for him to burrow up inside of her when there was nothing left between them.

"Look at you...look at this face." He had a vulnerable hitch in his quiet voice as he reached up and cupped her soft, pretty cheeks in his big hands. He looked at her tiny, straight nose, her thick brows and full red mouth. "It's strange...how we met up out there in that snow. Don't you think?"

"Like you was meant to find me?" Franny barely knew Silas, but he suddenly felt like home. His broken windows and empty rooms, all his nooks and crannies, she knew them by heart, though she couldn't guess why or how.

"I don't know 'bout that...it's just... strange." Silas drew his finger down the row of loose buttons on her shirt.

"I don't know either...I just know how gentle you seem. It's a rare thing, you know...a man so gentle...who still knows how to chop wood and mend fences...and fight wars. You gonna let me be sweet to you, Silas Freeman? 'Cause I will if you let me. I'll be so sweet to you...you won't ever forget my name." Franny watched his face with her round, tawny eyes, and her voice was nothing but a whisper.

"I reckon I could use a little sweet..." He swallowed hard, thinking vaguely that he must be the luckiest man alive. He hesitated for just a moment, then let his hand slip under the ragged hem of her thin shirt. Silas found a tender bit of warm flesh there before he dared to touch the hollow of her navel. He traced a slow circle around it with his finger until she giggled.

"That tickle you?" He felt the warm flame of desire rise up high as he listened to her dainty laughter. It'd been so long since he'd lay himself over a woman, or had that kind of sweet play. Franny buttoned her lips and grew serious then, her bewitching eyes looking straight down into his.

"Take a bite..." She held her smooth red apple up to his hungry mouth and he bit in hard, taking his fill, the juices saccharine and honey thick on his tongue. He looked at her eyes as he dug his teeth in again, swallowing down her tender fruit, and suddenly, that one simple act had become the most erotic thing he'd ever done with a woman.

"Is it sweet?"

He watched a flicker of mischief come up in her deep ochre eyes and he answered her honest.

"I could think of something sweeter." Silas couldn't wait to lay eyes on her bare skin. He reached up to her shoulders, slipping her thick leather suspenders down the length of her arms, slow and teasing, and Franny leaned into him, tilting her soft face to his, offering up her warm mouth and her delicate tongue all laced with sugary apple juice.

Silas couldn't help himself. He pressed his thumb into her full bottom lip, easing her ripe mouth open, and he rolled his hot tongue against hers.

Franny closed her eyes and let their tongues stroke together, all slow and wet and lazy in the firelight. She bit down on his bottom lip carefully, holding his prickly chin in her small palm, and Silas returned the favor, using his big white teeth to pull gently at her plump bottom lip. They smiled at each other then, an aching warmth running all through their bodies at how new and unexpected it was.

"Feels like you got somethin' sweet for me..." Franny looked down, nestling her hips into the thick warmth of his clothed erection, and he laced his hands with hers until they were all tangled up like summer ivy.

"Just you wait..." He leaned in and put his mouth near hers, smiling as she rubbed her little nose against his nose.

"Well, I got somethin' for you too. Let me show you..." Franny didn't have a lick of shame as she lifted her old cotton shirt over her head like magic. She dropped it onto the cold pine floor, shaking her thick hair out before tucking it back behind her ears, and she was a feast to his starving eyes.

Franny was fine-boned and small in stature, but she wasn't frail or delicate. She was little and fierce, and she had a lovely curve to her. Each side of her waist dipped in, hollowed out and beautiful as a crescent moon, and Silas traced his hands along that curve, touching the dark shadow of her navel again.

She wore no corset of any kind, her body bare and lush under that plain men's shirt. He'd expected a lithe, boyish frame. Instead, he found two lily fair, gently rounded breasts. They were just full enough to rest firmly in the cradle of his two deep palms, and Silas grazed his thumbs against the blush of her pink nipples, touching her like he would a diamond just taken from coal.

"I bet you thought I had none..." Franny touched his two hands that kneaded softly at her warm breasts.

"You're heaven sent." His voice went to a quiet whisper and he leaned into her, kissing at her full mouth, his tongue stroking warm and lazy against hers.

"I bet they taste sweet as that apple." Franny wasn't the shy kind and she rose up a bit, lacing both of her small feet over his knees for leverage so she could show off her pretty white swells to him. She traced her fingers around each rosy cap, watching his lazy eyes as they followed her touch.

That sweet temptation was all the invitation he needed and Silas leaned into her, taking hold of those soft, pale moons. He held them and rubbed them, squeezed at them gently, tracing his fingers along their soft undersides. He listened to her quick breathing as he rolled her pretty nipples between his fingers, pulling just a little. He dipped his head and drew warm, wet circles around those firm little points with his tongue, and they went taut in the chill of the air when he finally pulled away.

"More." Franny traced his mouth with her small fingers, and a moment later, he was back sucking at those little red berries. He pulled her into the throbbing heat of his cock, and let out a quiet hum of pleasure when she moved her hips in a gentle circle against him.

"I love your mouth..." Franny heard the eager catch in her own voice as she felt his big hands slip down her belly and pull loose the first two buttons on her woolen trousers.

Silas gave her a soft smile and kissed at her deep and restless. He just plain couldn't wait to get at the tender bit of swollen flesh between her legs, and when he looked down, he caught the sweet, teasing peek of nut-brown curls along the open edge of her trousers.

"Lift these arms up." Franny made no bones about it as she took a firm hold of Silas's worn cotton undershirt. She was keen on seeing every bit of his bare flesh.

"All right, then." He lifted up like he was told, surrendering himself to the wild little thing tucked onto his lap. She pulled his shirt right over his head in a fever, and when she was through, his wheat-colored hair stuck out every which way.

"Easy now, you 'bout took my eye out. It'd be a shame...a man not able to look on these sweet things." Silas's hands went up to her breasts again, not able to get his fill. He felt like a young boy, playing with his first set of pretty, firm swells.

"I got other parts you might like too..." Franny put her hands over his again, bringing his eyes back up to hers.

"I know it...they just so pretty is all. They feel so nice." Silas leaned in to kiss at one tender nipple, then the other. Franny watched him, his bare shoulders and lean arms knotted with muscle and sinew, his narrow, fatless belly pressed firm against her own. She could smell the sweat on him, distinctly male, like musk and cut timber. The scent was even stronger as he lifted his arms a bit and cupped her face, and Franny felt a slick warmth dampening her trousers as she breathed him in. She remembered he'd smelled just the same way, piney and luscious, when she'd run up beside him on that hot day in August.

Before Silas could pull her back, Franny slipped her curved little body right off his lap. He groaned in protest as her small hand dragged down the length of his, and an ache came up in his belly when their skin no longer touched. He already missed the feel of her tender body pressed close against his own, and he couldn't stand the thought that soon she might wander away for good, that her little feet might trek back out into the snow and never return.

"Come back..." He smiled at her, watching the loose, open buttons below her navel.

"You come to me, Silas Freeman." Franny stood there naked to the waist, leaning against the small table where he ate his supper each night. He watched the thick mess of chestnut hair that fell over her shoulders. It was like a halo of burnt umber in the firelight and Silas kept still in his chair.

"Not 'till you show me more." Silas reached up and pulled open her last two buttons with eager, trembling hands, and Franny loved all the hunger running through him.

Silas took hold of her trousers at the hips. He drew them down slowly, watching her little nut-brown patch of curls sprout up before his eyes.

Franny slid her tiny foot up onto his knee, searching along his thigh until she found the rise of his trousers. His ample warmth lie tethered behind fastened buttons and heavy wool, and she rubbed her foot against him gently, feeling his thick shaft on her little toes through the sturdy fabric.

Silas felt himself go weak in the knees and he cradled the back of her ankle, all feather light and careful, not wanting her to stop as he caught a glimpse of the warm, velvety pinkness between her legs. He kept his eyes fixed there, feeling feverish and primal just catching sight of that tender bit of rose-colored flesh.

"Do you like that?" Franny asked it with a straight, somber face, all wide eyes and pouty lips.

"I do..." He answered her honest, feeling her toes come up near the head of his cock, and it started throbbing there like a heartbeat.

"Do you like this?" She turned her small body around in a whisper, stepping out of the small puddle of damp clothes at her feet. She showed him her baby smooth behind, how the gentle curve of her slim back dipped down into a firm, delicious little bottom.

"I love that." It came out as a quiet sigh.

His body was lit up from head to toe, and with a strong grip, Silas took her slim, pretty hips in his big hands like he was taming a wild mare.

Franny loved making him burn and she looked back over her shoulder, giving him a sweet, teasing smile, calling him up to her without any words.

Silas leaned forward and kissed at her supple, rounded behind before he stood up and reached around, stroking at the hot, fleshy morsel tucked between her slim legs. He cupped Franny's whole, small cut in the curve of his palm, squeezing lightly before he nestled his two fingers against her swollen little nub.

Franny let out a quiet sigh as he rubbed those fingers back and forth at a quick, deep rhythm. He slipped his free arm tightly around her waist, holding her close against the length of his body, and she felt his warm, lean chest all along her bare back. By instinct, she closed her eyes and reached up behind her, searching for his mess of thick, sandy hair. She pulled at it softly when she found it and Silas's strong arm wandered up a bit so he could knead gently at her firm breasts, first one and then the other, circling his fingers into her tender wetness as he did it. She felt his warm, steady breath draw in and out near the hollow of her ear, and he rubbed himself against the small of her back, sighing quietly.

"You best keep goin'...right there." She pushed up into his touch, working her hips into the pressure of his fingers and she looked back at him with those lazy, beautiful eyes. "I want your mouth, now...I wanna taste you..." His fingers still circled around her most tender place, and a warm ache bloomed all through her swollen insides. Her first lover had never touched her quite like Silas. He'd been rough as nails and nothing but selfish. Their lovemaking had been quick and soulless, so unlike the warm, giving hands that offered her a world of pleasure then.

"I wanna taste you..." She said it again, drawing him closer.

"Then taste..." Silas leaned in and put his restless tongue in her searching mouth. He rolled it against hers, tasting the sugary sweet apple on her, and he felt a warm wetness drip down his fingers. He'd never felt a woman grow so aroused by him, and his heart started up like a hammer in his chest.

Apart from one wandering gypsy he'd found relief with during the war, and that pretty Indian woman he'd visited up in Lewisberg, Silas had never met a girl so bold as Franny, one who'd told him exactly where and how she wanted to be touched. It was enough to drive a man insane.

"You taste like that apple." His two fingers were buried deep inside of her tight, slippery warmth, and they dipped in and out with the soft push of her hips.

"And you taste like heaven..." Franny turned back around, and with small, graceful hands she pulled open the row of wooden buttons on his trousers. She reached in and took out his swollen cock, cradling it in her little hand. His shaft was long and heavy, with a thick rounded head that looked red and sore. That beautiful part of him, with its wet, glistening tip, brought up a warm hunger in her. He had more in his trousers than her first lover, and despite feeling tongue-tied and overwhelmed, Franny was undeniably aroused at the thought of all that inside of her. She looked up and saw a bashful, uncertain kind of look come up on Silas's face. She could tell that he was rooting around, trying to find the right words, so she leaned in close to his ear and whispered to him.