Page 43 of Aisle Come Back to You

Yearning to feel her pressed against me, my hands slide beneath her ass, effortlessly lifting her and pulling her toward me as she wraps her legs around my waist. With a quick and fluid motion, I flip over and settle on the bed, gently placing her on my lap. She wastes no time pressing her hips to meet mine as my body responds, instantly growing hard, pressing painfully into the fabric of my jeans.

Groaning into her lips, I feel the smile forming as a gentle gasp escapes her and I buck my hips to meet her movement. Dry humping on my bed feels almost juvenile, but in many ways, it feels like the right way to start, since despite our prominent feelings for each other back in the day, it was something we’d never experienced together, despite how badly I’d wanted it.

With her knees on either side of my thighs, her skirt rides up even higher, revealing the smoothness of her creamy thighs as my hands explore downward to caress them.

Eager to savor her taste, I reluctantly detach my lips from hers, only to pepper a path of kisses along her neck and jawline. She obligingly tilts her head, granting me more access. The primal part of me wants to linger in certain spots as I kiss, lick, suck, and nip lightly at her skin. However, I thankfully seem to possess some semblance of self-control as I acknowledge that marking her up only days before our best friend’s wedding likely isn’t the move to make.

Instead, I continue my mission as I reach her ear, giving it a gentle nibble. While my hands move up from her thighs, my fingertips brush against her smooth skin. Instead of encountering fabric, I realize that she isn’t wearing any underwear and my fingertips grip her bare ass.

“Fuck, Blair,” I moan into her ear at the discovery. A pleased giggle escapes her lips and she pulls back to look at me, her hands lingering on my shoulders.

“Surprise,” she says with a mischievous wink, somehow amplifying my already deep fascination. Letting her hands fall from my shoulders, they descend gracefully, and she skillfully unbuttons my flannel shirt with swift, deliberate movements.

“You know, you kind of messed up my plans. How am I supposed to convince you that I really am the panty-dropper?” I tease, helping her along as she finishes with the buttons and I wiggle out of the sleeves while she pushes the shirt down my arms.

I can’t help but notice the way her eyes confidently roam across my chest, and although I’m not muscular, her satisfaction is clear, and that’s enough for me. “Honestly, Ford, you have nothing to prove to anyone, especially not me,” she assures, leaning forward to once again press our lips together in a fiery kiss.

Consumed with an urgent need for physical closeness, I maneuver to keep our lips locked as I carefully remove her shirt, yearning for the sensation of our bare skin pressed together. As soon as the fabric is lifted over her head and tossed aside, our lips eagerly find each other again.

It doesn’t last long, though, before our lips break apart, Blair asserting her dominance as she presses me down onto the bed with a firm hand on my chest. I fully expect her to crawl over me, but instead, she stands tall, looking down at me. A devious smirkdances on her lips as she reaches behind her, unclasping her bra before letting it fall softly onto the floor.

I can’t control myself as my eyes reverently take in her body and her curves. In every aspect, she embodies flawless perfection. Despite my eagerness to reach out and touch her, she signals for me to hold off, prolonging the anticipation as she slowly lowers her skirt to the floor. My cock twitches in response. That body of hers is meant for worshiping, and I plan to be its most devout follower.

“Blair…” I say, my eyes making a slow trail up her body until they meet hers, my lips curling into a smile. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“Now it’s your turn,” she says, her eyes filled with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine, as I find myself willing to do whatever she asks. I’m all hers.

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Blair

I’m fully aware thatI’m jeopardizing everything Ford and I have built by letting ourselves cross this line, but I’m powerless to stop it. I’ve wanted him for as long as I can remember, but it’s so much more than that. What was once a simple want has now become an urgent need. I’m completely his for the taking, but most importantly, he’s now mine as well.

The scorching air crackles with overwhelming heat, his intense gaze igniting an insatiable desire to have his body pressed into mine, never allowing any space to separate us ever again. Despite being in his lap just moments ago, it hadn’t felt like enough, and I’m willing to do whatever is needed to make sure I never go without his touch ever again.

As his tongue wets his bottom lip and I place my hands on the bed to crawl back toward him, it’s clear we’re on the same page. His gaze stays fixed on me as I reach down. I unbutton his jeans and slowly unzip them, needing us to be on an even playing field. I’ve always been comfortable in my skin, never shy about beingnaked in front of someone else, but I desperately ache for him to be naked with me. I continue my work and tug the jeans down his legs, my smile only widening.

There’s a part of me that has always recognized the uncertainty that Ford feels about himself, but I’ve never understood it. He’s effortlessly captivating with his striking features that make him handsome in his very own unique way. He may not have the ruggedly handsome looks that many women tend to go for, but it’s his softness and charm that have always captivated me and made me realize he’s the one that I want—hell, the one that I need.

With a swift pull, I strip the jeans off his legs, and he willingly helps me along, seemingly appreciative of the newfound freedom from the constraints of the fabric.

However, instead of letting me completely free him, he once again takes control as he reaches for me, and before I can complain, I’m pinned beneath him as he holds my hands above my head by my wrists. “Let me just take a moment to appreciate this. I’ve waited too damn long for this moment,” he explains, his nose running softly along my jawline, before pressing a kiss and trailing downward. He tastes and savors my skin as he moves toward my neck. From there he trails to my shoulder, before finally reaching my right breast.

Right away, my back arches into him, as he licks, nips, and sucks on my pebbled nipple, skillfully using his free hand that isn’t holding himself up to massage the other. While my body is thankful for the feeling, the ache between my legs only grows stronger.

“Ford,” I moan, my breath hitching as he leisurely switches sides. He gives the other breast and nipple equal love before his lips trail down my stomach, gradually moving lower toward my thighs, before gently nudging and parting my legs.

“Say please,” he says, his voice taking on a deep and velvety quality that is completely new to me, yet so utterly enchanting. I’ve yet to experience this side of him, and so far, it’s impossible not to be infatuated and crave more.

“Please,” I plead, my voice filled with desperation. It’s not like me to beg, but I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. I’m typically a pretty patient person, however, impatience consumes me while he deliberately takes his time, and savors the moment, planting soft kisses on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, the thick stubble of his chin brushing against my body only adding to the experience.

“Good girl,” he teases, just before his lips finally connect with my clit, causing my hips to practically jolt off the bed.

With anyone else, I might feel embarrassed by my body’s responsiveness, but under his expert touch, I can’t help but surrender to the pleasure. My moans grow louder with each lick and suck as he expertly uses his tongue to send me into oblivion. I want to use the excuse of not having been intimate in a while, but with it being Ford—myFord—it’s only natural that my body would react in this manner.

As if aware of my need and how close I am as I writhe beneath him, Ford’s hand descends. His finger runs softly over my slick center, and a deep, husky groan leaves his lips as he pulls away from my throbbing clit. “Fuck, Blair,” he says once again. “You’re so damn wet and you taste so fucking good,” he compliments, before he takes the small bud into his mouth once more and lets a finger sink inside me.

I gasp, my body welcoming and needing the touch. I lift my body to meet his movements, and one of my hands moves to grip his hair. He starts off slow and gentle at first, then adds another as he increases the intensity. His touch is exhilarating, but my body can only withstand so much as he moves his fingers rhythmically inside me while his mouth continues to suck atmy most sensitive area. With each thrust, my body quivers and I feel myself teetering toward the edge. My free hand grasps the comforter, the other tugging on his brown curls, unable to contain my pleasure, as I let out a small scream, calling his name as my back arches and waves of ecstasy crash over me.

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