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.”
She gazed at his powerful arms. “I see.”
He smirked and started to undress. “Get on the bed. On your knees. I want to see that ass.”
“Swift!” She glared at him even though her insides were all wobbly.
“Knees. Ass. Now.”
There was no denying that commanding voice. She scrambled onto the bed and got onto her knees.
“I want your ass higher.”
She gulped and dropped her head and shoulders toward the bed, forcing her hips and bottom up where he wanted them.
“Open your legs a little more. Yes. Like that.”
She was glad she couldn’t see his face right now. She would burst into flames from embarrassment if she made eye contact with him.
“Touch yourself, Alys.”
“W-what?” she asked, uncertain what exactly he wanted.
“Use your fingers on your pussy. Make yourself feel good.”
Flushed with mortification, she hesitated before shifting her weight to her right hand and reaching between her legs with her left. She was familiar with her anatomy, of course, and being with Swift had taught her that some parts existed only for pleasure, but she hadn’t touched herself like this yet. She had never felt the slippery heat or the swollen, sensitive nub. She most definitely had never touched herself in this position!
Once the awkwardness faded, it began to feel nice. She swirled her fingertips around her clitoris, mimicking the way Swift touched her. It was a different experience with her own fingers, though. Swift used more pressure, and his fingertips were wider and rougher. Her fingers felt delicate and soft, and she applied less pressure as she explored her body. He usually touched her with the intent of bringing her to orgasm. She was touching herself with the intent of enjoying it and inflaming his desire for her.
Behind her, Swift breathed heavily. She could hear skin stroking skin and realized he was touching himself in a similar manner. Her heart thumped wildly at the image of his big hand sliding down his ruddy cock. She had become quite familiar with that part of him, and it was easy enough to imagine the thick shaft throbbing against his palm.
Swift stepped closer and swept his hand down her back to her bottom. He squeezed both of her plump cheeks and then gruffly admitted, “Your ass drives me crazy.”
Her hand froze between her legs. “Is that a compliment?”
“Yes.” He leaned down and dotted a line of kisses along her spine. “Your whole body drives me crazy.” He swept his hands over her bottom and squeezed her plump cheeks. “If I could keep you naked all day and night, I would.”
“I wouldn’t get a single moment of rest,” she replied, thinking how easily he would be able to grab and toss her down onto the nearest flat surface to enjoy.
“And that’s a bad thing?” He skimmed his lips over her lower back, and she shivered with anticipation.
“No,” she confessed, wishing he would hurry up and thrust inside her already. She tried to hold still as he kissed and caressed her body, but she couldn’t stop the little wiggle of desperation.
Swift chuckled darkly and then probed her wet depths with his thick fingers. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and then, unable to help herself, she began to rub her clitoris again. The sight of her touching herself ripped a groan from Swift, and a heartbeat later, the blunt head of his cock slipped inside her.
She whined at the stretch and pushed back against him, wanting more, needing more. It was as if she had been overtaken by some wanton spirit. Facing away from Swift, she felt less inhibited, less shy and modest. She reacted on instinct, chasing the pleasure she knew could be found with him. She swirled her fingertips around that tiny pearl that gave her such joy and then, because she couldn’t imagine any reason not to, she slipped her hand down even lower to feel Swift’s manhood gliding in and out of her.
“Alys.” Her name left his lips on a breathless moan. He gripped her waist and thrust into her with measured thrusts. “You’re playing with fire.”
Burn me. The thought flashed in her mind. She wanted to burn with Swift. She wanted to be consumed by the heat of his desire.
But she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
So she did the next best thing. She pushed back against him, slamming her bottom into his hips, and stroked her hand along his shaft where it met her body.
“Fuck.” His pace stuttered. “Alys, I’m going to lose control.”
“Lose control with me,” she begged, her heart racing at the very idea of it. “Please, Swift.”
He growled her name as a warning, and when she rocked back against him, he let go. His grip on her waist tightened, and he began to thrust into her with such force and speed she had to abandon the slow massage of her clitoris to brace herself upon the bed with both hands. Swift plowed her depths, his cock making her gasp and cry out as he used his great strength and height to use her body for his pleasure.
And—God help her—she loved it.
When he grabbed a handful of her hair and knotted it around his hand, she cried out at the bite of pain and the shock of ecstasy it brought. Her breasts throbbed, and her nipples were so hard they ached. Swift drew her head up with a tug on her hair, and she arched her back to accept the new position he wanted from her. He was so deep inside her now. Each jarring thrust tore a grunt from her throat, and he growled at the sounds she made, each one inflaming him to take her harder and faster.
Still holding tight to her hair, he placed his other hand on her shoulder, pressing her down to the mattress. Caught between his powerful body and the bed, she submitted to her husband. She closed her eyes and enjoyed every wicked second as he pounded relentlessly into her again and again and again. His pace increased, and his strokes grew shallow. She could hear his breaths growing deeper, and she knew what was coming.
She wanted it. She wanted him to spill his seed deep inside her. She wanted all the things he had promised her—a home and a family. She wanted the life she had craved for so long. She wanted his baby—and she told him so.
“Breed me,” she begged. “Breed me, Swift.”
His sharp inhale behind her was all the warning she had before he came. His grip on her body was so tight she knew there would be bruises on her shoulder later. She wouldn’t be surprised if he had strands of her hair in his hand when he was done. But that little snap of pain was nothing to the absolute joy she felt as the heat of his seed filled her.