Page 44 of Aisle Come Back to You

With relentless determination, Ford persists in his movements until it becomes evident that my body has reached the pinnacle of release. Finally he eases back and moves his lips up to mine, where I taste the salty and sweet flavor of myself on him.

My body is still doing its best to recover as my eyes slowly flutter open to see a smile that I imagine mirrors my own.

“Hi,” he whispers. While his eyes had been dark before, now they’re filled with nothing but light and softness as he lovingly gazes down at me.

“Hi.” I smile back before leaning up to press my lips against his one more time. “Your turn now,” I say, more than ready to repay the favor. He shakes his head as I raise an eyebrow.

“Next time. Right now, I just want to be inside you,” he says, his words causing my confusion to transform into a knowing smile.

While I’d have no problem going down on him and repaying the favor, I can’t argue with that. I may have tried to tell myself over and over throughout the years that there was no reason to think of my best friend like that; that sex would only complicate things, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t something I’d fantasized about. Now, knowing it’s reality, I’m completely on edge, fully ready to experience everything with him.

If the pleasure and satisfaction I’d felt from him going down on me was any indication of what to expect, I now know that having sex with him and feeling him inside me will far surpass every single expectation I could’ve ever imagined.

As our lips meet again, I run my fingers through the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck, while my other handgently rests on his chest before slowly making the descent downward. A girl can only wait so long, after all, and I move my hand beneath the fabric of his boxer-briefs, which honestly should’ve been discarded a long time ago.

Through our kiss, I can feel his breath hitch as my fingers wrap around his thick and heavy cock. “Fuck, Blair,” he growls in appreciation, my pussy clenching in need once more.

I let my hand slowly move across his length, taking in the size. “Say please,” I purr against his lips.

“Not a chance,” he somehow manages, but before I can fight him on it, he pulls back, removing his glasses and setting them on the bedside table. He reaches into the drawer and pulls out a condom, a proud smile spreading across his face as he shows me what he’s grabbed.

In a small town like Evergreen, I can’t help but wonder who he’d need those for now that he’s no longer with Jenny, but I forcefully suppress the thought. It doesn’t matter who either of us has been with, because right now, we’re with each other. We’re with the one person we were always destined to be with in the first place. It might have taken us way too long to get here, but at least we made it through, and that’s all I want to focus on.

As he removes his boxers and his cock springs free, I finally get a full view of him for the first time and give him an approving smile. In what feels like record speed, he’s removed the wrapper and sheathed himself as he crawls back toward me, settling between my legs and nudging them apart with his knee.

“You’re so beautiful, Blair,” he whispers, saying my name as if it’s a prayer, his eyes gazing down into mine intently, and I can tell he means it. I’ve heard that line countless times before, often in intimate moments with other men, where their eyes linger on my breasts or my ass. While I can understand the appeal in those moments, it holds a certain significance to hear those words from Ford, of all people.

“So are you.” I smile up at him, placing a hand on his cheek as my thumb spins in soft, lazy circles.

With a surge of desire, I lift myself off the bed, my hand instinctively finding the back of his head, fingers entwining in his disheveled brown hair as our lips crash together once more.

With each passionate and hungry kiss, the heat between us only grows stronger. As my legs entwine around his back, he skillfully positions us before guiding himself inside me. As he enters, a quiet gasp escapes my lips as my body adjusts to accommodate him.

This is not one of those times where we can take it slow or savor the moment. Neither of us can hold back as the intensity overwhelms us. He drives himself deep inside me, and I respond by rolling my hips, eagerly meeting his every thrust.

The room fills with the sounds of our pants and moans, as he nestles and buries his head into my neck, placing the occasional kiss there as my fingers dig tightly into his shoulder blades. My body is completely consumed by him, yet even now, all I can do is crave more as I nudge his head so our lips can meet again.

“Fuck, Blair,” he breathily growls once he manages to untangle his lips from mine and he continues to press himself inside of me. “You feel so fucking good and I can’t even tell you how amazing and beautiful you look as you take me so perfectly.”

His words only make me feel even more desperate for him as the passion engulfs me, igniting the same sensation within my body, and the overwhelming pleasure takes over. Unable to help myself, I cry out his name, my nails digging into his back, likely leaving fresh marks as my body arches and contracts against him.

Undeterred, he maintains his rhythm, pushing me to new levels of ecstasy as I’m hit with wave after wave of pleasure. Gradually, his body tenses up, and he lets out a groan as he comes along with me.

Pulling back slightly, his lips meet mine in a soft, lingering kiss before he gracefully rolls off. However, I’m not ready to lose that closeness. I press myself against him, feeling the warmth of his chest and beating heart, his protective arm enveloping me, as he places a tender kiss on my forehead.

Yes, we should clean up, and we will, but right now I need to savor this perfect moment with him for as long as possible.

“Holy shit,” I say, my breathy giggle mingling with the pounding of my racing heart.

“Holy shit,” he tiredly agrees, sounding equally amused.

I knew being with him would feel good, but I never could have predicted it would feel so electric and so damn right at the same time, like our bodies and souls truly were meant for each other.

“Ready for round two?” I ask. Despite his laughter and the playful shake of his head, I can tell that round two is inevitable, and there’s a good chance for a round three as well. Hell, I’ll take whatever I can get if it’s anything like what we just experienced.

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Ford

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