Page 54 of Aisle Come Back to You

“Say it again,” Ford commands as his lips press into mine once more before they make a desperate trail of kisses up toward my ear.

“Say what again?” I somehow manage, my eyes closing as I relish the sensation of his kisses, the gentle pressure and tingling sensation making my skin come alive.

“That you’re mine,” he whispers against the shell of my ear before nibbling on my lobe.

“I’m yours,” I whisper freely, a soft moan leaving my lips as I softly, but urgently, buck my hips into his, needing to feel the pressure against my already wet and aching core.

Before I can say anything else, his lips capture mine once more, as our tongues meet and tangle together. The intensity and desperation of my longing for him is evident in the way my body twists against his, my fingers seeking solace as they sink into his disheveled brown locks.

With one hand possessively clutching my ass, the other hand languidly explores my body, gliding achingly slow beneath my shirt as his fingers make a trail across my stomach to my ribs, finally halting as his fingertips hover just below the sensitive skin of my bare breast. Craving his touch to go just a little higher, I grind my hips into his once more, feeling his groan vibrate against my lips as he realizes my braless state.

We seem to once again be on the same page as he reaches down below us and unbuckles his jeans before working on unzipping his zipper. The space may be tight, and I’m sure I’m not the most graceful, but I do my best to lift myself up to make it easier. Even more, I too want to feel closer to him as I work on removing my shorts, and he realizes that I’m once again, not wearing any panties.

“Fuck, Blair,” he breathes out, his voice strained as I lower my body and press against him, the sensation heightened given that we only have his thin pair of boxer briefs between us. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he adds, and I have to say, I love this side of him. During the day, he’s the most polite man you’ll ever meet, and it’s rare to hear him utter a single curse word, but when we’re like this, a new side of him peeks through.

Wanting to impress him even more, I lift my shirt over my head, leaving myself completely bare to him.

He eagerly scans my figure with hungry eyes, a wicked smile forming on his lips before he finally leans closer to capture my mouth once more. While one of his hands works its way toward my breast where he palms it before rolling my nipple between his fingers, he moves the other lower, between us as he moves toward my aching center. “You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers appreciatively against my lips.

“All for you,” I whisper back before his finger finds and rubs against my clit and a loud moan escapes from deep within.

As Ford skillfully uses his fingers, the pressure builds, propelling me closer to the edge with each passing moment. With a firm grasp on his curls, I press my teeth into his bottom lip, eliciting a chorus of rapid breaths, pants, and moans.

His hands don’t stop, and while I’m sure it’s not the most comfortable position in the world, he continues on as his fingers move lower and he easily slips a finger inside me, before adding another, expertly finding my G-spot as he curls his fingers just right.

“That’s it, my beautiful greedy girl. Take what you need,” he whispers against my mouth as I buck more forcefully into his fingers and his touch. Without any means of control, a powerful orgasm consumes me as I call out his name. Thankfully, he persists with his rhythmic movements, slowly guiding me back to reality as I come down from the very powerful high.

Leaning forward, a quiet, contented laugh escapes as I bury my forehead in his chest. Instead of speaking, Ford wordlessly communicates his feelings as he places a tender kiss on top of my forehead.

Once I manage to catch my breath, I raise my head, our gazes locked as we share a mutual smile. “Told you I could make you happy,” he teases as I let out a small, breathy laugh and shake my head.

“That’s fine, just as long as I get to make you happy, too.”

“You always make me happy,” he states seriously as he once again lifts his hand and gently runs the pad of his thumb along my lower lip, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. The passion inside me only ignites even more, as I watch him lift the fingers he’d just used to bring me pleasure as he sucks all traces of my excitement for him clean.

Feeling an overwhelming need for him all over again, I lean in and press my thirsty lips against his, savoring the tender way they part over mine.

Instead of feeling hurried or rushed, our lips glide leisurely and deliberately. As I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, he softly cradles the back of mine, his fingers gently caressing my fallen blonde curls.

Breaking our kiss for a few brief seconds, I gently lift his shirt over his head, enjoying the warmth of his bare skin against my own. In sync once more, I lift my hips, as he reaches down to remove the final barrier between the two of us.

Ford nods toward the glove compartment. “I think I have a condom in there,” he says, a sheepish grin on his lips, but I don’t question it.

Not wasting time, I adjust in his lap and reach in, where thankfully, under some papers, I find a solo condom. “Got it.” I smile, ripping the wrapper with my teeth before doing the honor as I slide it down his lengthy and sturdy cock.

Looking up, our eyes connect, and I’m struck by the intensity of his gaze, a combination of longing and adoration that transcends mere physical attraction. This is more than just sex for us, which only makes me crave and long for him to be inside me even more.

Part of this scares me, but I don’t let it hold me back. Not only wanting to explore this feeling but also having the intense need to, I lift my hips as his hands on my hips slowly guide me down onto him.

A mutual gasping fills the air of the car before our bodies move in sync. His hands remain on my hips as I rest mine on his shoulders for support, his eyes never straying from mine. Our bodies move in perfect synchrony, and although I don’t want to look away, I can’t resist the overwhelming pleasure that causes my head to tilt back as my back arches against the steering wheel.

“Ford,” I gasp, my breath catching in my throat as I teeter on the edge once more, the anticipation mounting like the final, stomach-churning drop on a roller coaster. The rhythm of his thrusts accelerates as he pushes into me with greater speed and strength.

“You’re almost there, baby,” he encourages with a low growl.

Hearing him call me “baby” is what does me in as I unravel on top of him, my fingers and nails digging deep into his shoulders. As he thrusts into me, a symphony of pleasure fills the car—his loud groan merging with my own moans as we reach the pinnacle of ecstasy, leaving me shaking on top of him.

As we both come down from the incredible high that we’ve found together, I once again collapse onto his chest and his hand slides up my back, rubbing slow, lazy circles.

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