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You walk into his bedroom, where he’s
hunched over his desk, scribbling in one of his journals. He’s immersed in his writing, not even noticing you came in till you touched his shoulder.
“I-wha-huh- oh. It’s just you. You okay?” He’s clearly frazzled. It’s a little cute, you think. You rub his shoulder and nod, smiling at him. It’s clear in his eyes, he melts under your gaze.
There’s silence for a little bit, but it’s peaceful. You stand next to him for a few moments, watching him write, his hands sharp and defined.
“Honey, I’m done. You need somethin’?”
You look down at him and bite your lip a little, your answer clear in your eyes before you even open your mouth. “Yeah. I do.”
Ford stands up and takes your hand. “What is it?”
You giggle a little and let your hands move to his waist. It’s cute that he never picks up on your hints. “I need you.”
“Oh.”
His eyes darken as he realizes what you mean, and he steers you toward the bed. No words are spoken as he locks the door. You begin unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your chest to the cold air. As he turns around and looks at you, you feel yourself grow wetter. He has this sharp expression, letting you know you’re in for a wild ride.
Ford sits down and pulls you into his lap, tugging at your panties, muttering under his breath. “Gotta get these out of here..” It makes you moan softly, the way he’s so eager.. you begin to unbutton his shirt, exposing his toned body.
He starts to rub your slickness and you shiver. You back off of him and hold his hips, pulling him so he’s laying below you. You can see it in his eyes- he wants it- but you have to double check.
“Can I-“
He interrupts you.
“-sit on my face? God, yes. Yes please. I would love nothing more.”
That’s all you needed. You scoot up his chest and place your thighs on either side of his head. One hand digging into his hair, you sit, whimpering softly.
For the first few moments he’s still, but soon he starts to lick and kiss at your slickness, making you huff and brace your free hand on the headboard. “Mm, good job, Fordsy. You’re doing great.”
You try to hold your climax back, wanting to savor the moment. You grind and rock back and forth, feeling like you’re on top of the world.
Well, you’re on top of *your* world, aren’t you?
You look down at him, seeing just his eyes. It feels like they’re burning into your skull, full of love and admiration. The way he practically worships you only fuels your desire.
“Yes, just like that. Just like that.” You grind on his face and throw your head back, crying out in pleasure. His hands grip your waist, helping you to keep going even as you tire. You ride your climax out as long as you can before getting off him, panting heavily.
“You’re so good at that, Ford,” you huff, looking at him. Half his face is painted with your slick, and he’s breathing heavily.
The two of you rest for a moment, you kissing on his neck as he massages your hips and ass. Soon enough, though, he sits up. “Do you.. do you have the energy for another round? I need to feel you around me.”
As soon as you nod he grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet, tugging you over to his mirror. It’s full length, decorated in post-its covered in reminders. He wraps himself around you, palming your breasts and rubbing all over your body. “So pretty… I can’t believe this is all mine. All of it, mine…”
You sigh and watch him, getting more turned on by the second.
“You’re all mine, aren’t you? My girl. My sweet, sweet, pretty girl. I’m so lucky.”
You nod quickly. You *are* his- and he’s yours. you belong to each other.
His hard-on rubs against you, making you whimper. He reaches to unbuckle his slacks, and as he tugs them down, you feel his length drag against you.
Those eyes stay firmly planted on your body as he lines himself up. You can feel his breath on your neck. The anticipation is killing both of you, but he doesn’t seem to want to crack first.
“P-please…”
Wordlessly, he slips in, filling you up. You hang your head and moan, but he digs one of his hands into your hair and tugs it, making you watch him pound into you.
You can see your breasts bouncing along with his rhythm. You feel so full- so, so full. You can barely get a whisper out, but you manage to demand, “Harder, faster.”
He grunts and speeds up his pace, making your ass sting. You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, you know it. You moan loudly, dripping around him. Neither of you will last much longer- the way he’s pounding into you so desperately makes it clear. His needy whines fill your ears.
A hand cups your chin and pushes two fingers into your mouth. “Come for me, baby. Come for me. Please. I need you to.”
He begs so prettily, it drives you insane. He pounds against your G-spot, making you see stars. His name spills from your mouth, as if it’s the only word you know.
“Ford, Ford… yes.. aah- Ford..”
He bites down on your neck and you hit your peak. Everything fades away. It’s just you, Ford, and the mirror now. Nothing else matters, all you need is him surrounding you and using you. You’re not alone in your climax- he buries himself to the hilt and groans, nuzzling into your neck, and you can feel his cum filling you up.
A few moments of bliss pass, and you pull off him and turn around.
His voice is hoarse, but he’s happy. “Thank you, baby.”
That smile, oh, that smile… that smile just melts you every time. You lean against him and he picks you up, carrying you to his bed and laying you down. You watch him walk into the bathroom and turn the sink on.
“Where are you going?”
With a chuckle, your love responds. “To get stuff to clean you up, dear. What else would I be doing?” He pulls a small towel from the cabinet and runs it under the water before returning to you. The warm rag is gentle against your skin, wiping off any excess cum or slick. He tosses the rag into the laundry bin and lays down beside you, pulling you against his chest.
His heartbeat is relaxing. You take in the scent of his cologne as you doze off. You murmur softly before you lose consciousness, “Thank you, Ford.”