Page 126 of Make Me Swoon

“What are you doing?” Heath asks as I wrestle with my sock, tipping over sideways on the cushion.

“Come here,” I urge him, patting the spot on the sofa next to me.

He pauses a second, staring down at the pile of groceries still to be put away on the counter but then he heads my way, cramming his large frame onto the cushion next to me. I finally get my socks off and shift on the couch, setting my feet in his lap and wiggling my toes at him.

His whole body tenses when my feet land in his lap and his large hands hover in the air like he’s not sure what he should be doing.

“See?” I say, smiling at him.

“What?” He asks and his voice comes out deeper than usual.

He clears his throat, looking away from me and I sigh, trying to get his attention again. When he finally looks back at me, I wiggle my toes at him again.

“Look,” I say pointing at them.

His forest green eyes trace over my jean clad legs until they get to my feet that are still in his lap.

“See wh-”

His voice cuts off when he sees my toes and I wiggle them again, showing off the webbed skin between.

“See, I’m a freak too.”

Heath just stares at them for a moment in silence and I watch him.

“Everyone is weird, Heath. At least your weird thing is useful. You’re strong and can reach all of the tall stuff that I can’t. What are my toes going to do? Help me swim faster?” I joke.

He doesn’t laugh, just watches me as his hands finally land on my feet. He strokes down to my toes, analyzing the little webbing between them. I sit perfectly still as his hands keep rubbing along my skin. He digs his thumb into my heel and I moan. My feet hurt from walking in my crappy shoes around the grocery store and a foot massage would be amazing right now. He pushes in the same spot, rubbing a small circle and I moan again, louder this time.

Before I know what’s happening, his hands are wrapping around me and he’s dragging me into his lap and up to his mouth. His beard tickles my face as he pulls me closer.

“I can’t,” he murmurs a second before his lips land on mine.

ELEVEN

Heath

I can’t resisther anymore. She’s too sweet, too goddamn perfect and I can’t hold myself back any longer. I grab her hips, dragging her into my lap until she’s straddling me before my mouth crashes down on hers.

I know I should be gentle with my little minx but I’ve been holding back for too long and having her sweet curves pressed up against my hard body is sending me over the edge. I try to slow down but then Emma moans into my mouth. My last threads of control snap then and I roll her under me on the couch.

Her legs wrap around my waist and I settle into the v of her thighs as I come down over her. My brain kicks in then and I worry that I might be crushing her, but when I go to pull back Emma wraps her arms around me tighter. It’s then that I realize that she’s wrapped around me just as much as I am around her.

Her hips rock against me, seeking friction, and she moans into my mouth as she drags her jean covered pussy along my cock. I growl, putting more weight onto her and pinning her against the couch. I take over then, humping her in deep strokes. She’s pressed deeper into the cushions with every one of my thrusts and our lips cling to each other as I dry hump her.

“Heath,” she pants, throwing her head back as my lips move down her neck.

I nip her skin, wishing that I had ripped every stitch of clothing off of her before I pinned her under me. I want to feel her skin against mine. I want to lick every inch of her and then I want to spend days worshipping that sweet treasure she has between her legs.

She pants my name, her voice coming out low and husky and I can tell that she’s teetering on the edge. I move my mouth lower and nuzzle my lips against her tits as I grind my cock against her and she starts to splinter apart underneath me. Hearing her soft cries and the way she moans my name has my balls drawing up as I start to come in my jeans.

“Emma,” I whisper against her skin as I come all over myself.

The sticky seed covers my boxers but I can’t stop moving against her. I want to wring out every ounce of pleasure for her and it’s only when she relaxes fully against the couch that I slow and then stop my movements.

I pull back, looking down at her and wondering what expression I’m going to see on her face, but instead I find her passed out under me, her eyelashes resting daintily on her cheeks and a small smile curving her lips. With her flushed cheeks and her blonde hair fanned out around her head like a halo, she looks like an angel resting beneath me.

I need to get her to bed so she can rest better and I need to clean myself up. I stand and carefully scoop her up in my arms, resting her head on my shoulder as I head toward the bedrooms. I pause outside the guest room but then continue on to my bedroom.

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