Page 52 of Chosen By Swift

“Alys,” he said, taking three steps toward her. “I’m pretty sure you told me that after we made bread dough I could bend you over the counter.”

“I’m not sure I remember that,” she replied, trying not to smile.

“Well, I have a very good memory, and I do. And,” he emphasized, “I helped with the meal and cleanup.”

“And now you want to be rewarded? I think there are some cookies left in that box from yester—.” She squealed as Swift lunged and captured her. His mouth crashed into hers, and she gripped his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall. Not that she needed to worry about that. He wrapped his arms around her waist and cradled her close to his chest. His mouth never left hers as he maneuvered her back toward the counter.

“Turn around,” he urged, pressing on her shoulder. She flattened her palms against the countertop as he boxed her in from behind. She gasped when his hands slipped under her skirt. It was the most modest of the dresses in the box and skimmed her upper calf so there was little fabric in Swift’s way. Even so, he seemed annoyed by it and tugged at the tie at her hip. The dress fell open and he pulled it off her body.

“Better,” he murmured and then kissed her neck again. She shivered as his lips moved along her skin. He grasped her hips and skimmed his teeth along her pulse point. She exhaled roughly and welcomed his rough, hot hands moving over her curves, plucking at her underthings until she was naked. He shocked her by sliding his hand between her thighs from behind, shoving her legs apart and touching her intimately.

“Swift.” She rose on tiptoes, her jaw dropping as his fingers did wicked things. He swirled around her clitoris with his longest two fingers while his thumb dipped inside her opening. The slick heat of her arousal coated his fingers, and she marveled at how quickly he could take her from something as mundane as making dinner to full-blown lust.

“I wonder how fast I can make you come,” he growled against her ear.

“Swift,” she pleaded, her face burning hot.

“Are you close?”

“No,” she admitted, “but if you keep doing that, I will be.”

“I’ve got something better in mind.” He spun her around and knelt at her feet. “Legs up here.”

She thought he was out of his mind, but that didn’t stop her from following his command. She lifted one leg onto his shoulder and then the other, using the counter behind her for support. Her bare bottom touched the cold metal surface, and she hissed at the shock of it. In the back of her mind, she wondered if she would be able to look their guest in the eye at dinner. It would be hard not to see this counter and think of Swift doing what he was doing right now.

A few days ago, she had never even heard of this act, and now, it was her favorite thing. It seemed to be Swift’s as well. He jumped at every chance he got to put his tongue between her thighs. The enthusiastic sounds he made as he licked and fluttered made her lightheaded and giddy. The fact that he was so good at it made it even better.

“Swift,” she whimpered. “I’m...”

He groaned against her—what did he call it?Pussy. She wasn’t sure she would ever be able to use the filthy words he did, but she found it easier to think them. The two fingers that were thrusting in and out of her sopping sex moved faster and shallower as his tongue swirled and flicked. Her orgasm crashed down upon her, and she threw her head back, unceremoniously whacking it against the cabinet. The sharp snap of pain was nothing to the wild euphoria rolling through her and she paid it no mind.

Swift laughed as he kissed her inner thighs and wiped his mouth on her skin. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She rubbed the back of her head. “I think.”

“Let me check.” He stood and gently pulled her forward to inspect the back of her head. His fingertips moved over her scalp. “No blood. Only a tiny bump.” He kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It was worth it.” She slid her hands along his shoulders and then to the back of his neck. She stroked the bristly hair that he kept closely shaved and then traced the shaved stripes on the side of his head. This close, she could count the freckles dusting his nose and forehead and see the darker slate flecks in his sky-blue eyes. “You’re really handsome.”

He chortled with amusement and kissed her. “You’re really beautiful.”

She squashed the impulse to argue with him and basked in the warmth of his gaze. Leaning in, she claimed his mouth in a tender kiss that quickly turned passionate. As much as she enjoyed what they were doing, the countertop wasn’t very comfortable. “Swift?”

“Bedroom?” he guessed.

“Yes.”

He swept her off the counter into his arms, and she gasped, gripping his shoulders in shock. “Put me down! You’re going to break your back!”

Swift laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Swift! I weigh two—.”

He silenced her with a kiss and then ordered, “Hush.”

She nodded dutifully and slowly relaxed in his capable arms. He didn’t seem to be straining much at all, and when he placed her down near the foot of the bed, he did it slowly and controlled.

“See? Didn’t even break a sweat.”

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