Page 40 of Chosen By Swift

Swift grasped the pillow and gently tugged it from her hands. He tossed it carelessly onto the bed.“I don’t want to discard you, Alys. I want you to stay. I want you to teach me about your culture, and I want to teach you about mine. I want us to find a way to mesh the two together and build traditions for our family.”

“That sounds lovely,” she said, wishing it could be just like that.

“But?”

“What if we can’t find a way to mesh things together in a way that works?”

“All we can do is try, Alys.” He clasped her hand and tugged her a little closer. “Let’s try.”

Hopeful, she smiled. “Okay, let’s try.”

Swift dipped down and kissed her, a fleeting touch of his lips against hers. When he started to pull back, she rose up to kiss him, luring him into a much deeper and more passionate tangle. He groaned and wound his arms around her waist before stabbing his tongue against hers. She clutched at his bare shoulders, and his hands moved down her hips to grasp her bottom. He squeezed and shifted her toward the bed, clearly signaling what he wanted.

“I just made the bed,” she protested between feverish kisses.

“I’ll make it when we’re done.”

“Our breakfast—”

“It’ll keep.”

“I just showered and—”

“And now I get to help you get all dirty again,” Swift said and then shoved her back onto the bed.

Certain he would have an answer for any objection she made, Alys gave up and decided to simply enjoy whatever he wanted to show her. As he untied and opened her dress, he made an appreciative noise at the discovery she wore nothing to cover her breasts. He seemed particularly fond of them, and the more he touched and suckled at them, the more she appreciated his fondness.

His mouth and hands eventually left her breasts and traveled lower. He skimmed over her belly to her underwear and drew them down her hips and thighs and finally off her feet. He gripped her thighs and shoved them wide open, baring her to his intense gaze.

Swift traced her labia and then parted them with his thumbs. “You’re dripping for me.”

Suddenly self-conscious, she covered her face with her hand. “Swift.”

One of his fingers slid inside her, showing just how wet she was for him. Another finger joined the first, and she gasped at the intrusion. His other hand returned to her breasts, caressing and keeping her on the edge of something wonderful. When his tongue swiped her clitoris, she cried out in happy shock. It felt even better than she remembered, and she didn’t want him to stop.

She dropped her hand and pressed up onto her elbows. She wanted to see him. She wanted to see Swift using his mouth on her in this intimate way. His pale blond head between her thighs was an image she would never forget. Her hand trembled as she reached out to stroke his hair and trace the shaved lines. He pressed into her hand, silently telling her that he enjoyed her touch.

His tongue swirled and flicked, and his fingers thrust in and out. She watched him until her arms began to shake and dropped down to the bed. Swift’s hand left her breast and traveled to her thigh. He pressed her leg aside, making more room. He took advantage of it, suckling and fluttering until she thought her heart was going to explode in her chest.

The panicked feeling grew stronger and stronger in her lower belly. She dug her toes into the bed and tried to breathe through it, to draw it out and make it last. The burst of joy left her breathless and writhing, calling out his name on wave after wave of pleasure.

She was still shaking and breathless as Swift crawled up the bed and captured her mouth in a punishing kiss. Consumed with lust, she brazenly reached for his pants, tugging on the loose-fitting fabric in a desperate bid to get him inside her again. Later, she would reflect on her behavior, would question whether this wanton side of her had always been inside, just waiting to be let loose. Right now, though, she only cared about Swift filling her.

“Please,” she whined against his mouth.

“Easy, darling,” he urged, pushing his pants down enough to free his erection. It smacked against her thigh and then her belly as he shifted above her. He planted a hand next to her head and kissed her again. “I had planned to show you a different way of doing this.”

“Show me the different way later.” She embraced his broad chest and gripped his shoulders. That was all the invitation he needed to do exactly that. He gripped his penis and lined up with her sopping wet entrance. When he thrust inside, she inhaled sharply, not with pain but with pent-up anticipation. It felt so good, and she kissed him as enthusiastically as possible to make sure he knew she liked it.

As he thrust over and over, the fabric of the dress bunched up beneath her hips. It was still on her body like a robe, the front completely open and draped on either side of her. Wrinkled fabric was the last thing on her mindat thatmoment. She focused solely on the sensations Swift evoked.

Deep. Hard. Fast. His powerful body moved above and inside her. Trapped between Swift and the bed, she clung to his shoulders and indulged in his insistent and messy kisses. He reached up and drew her hands away, pushing first one arm and then the other above her head. When he gripped her wrists in his big hand, she felt a quiver of panic that turned to excitement. “Swift?”

“Put your legs on my shoulders.”

His command startled her. “What?”

“Legs. Shoulders. Now.”

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