Page 116 of It's Complicated

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, sinking deeper. “God, Jamie, you feel so good.”

“You too. I love your cock.” I snickered.

“What?” Isaac asked, still tunneling deeper.

I’d never had a partner I could talk or joke with during sex, and I hadn’t realized what I’d been missing. The easy camaraderie between us made everything feel that much more intimate and special. Like we could truly just let go and unabashedly be ourselves around each other.

It was as freeing as it was amazing.

“I just can’t believe saying stuff likeI love your cockis normal for us now.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Right? But who can blame you? I have a spectacular cock.”

“Don’t you mean stupacular?” I teased.

Isaac retaliated by stabbing my prostate with his cockhead.

“Fuck!” I jerked under him.

He chuckled, looking way too pleased with himself.

I clenched around him in revenge, holding him deep inside me.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “Jesus,” he gritted out when I relaxed, his hips speeding up as he slung into me.

I gasped and arched into him, all thoughts of teasing and making jokes flying from my mind as Isaac fucked me. Every thrust of his hips sent a wave of pleasure through me that built until it was more like a tsunami, wild and untamed as I rode the pleasure.

Isaac was beauty in motion over me, his powerful body thrusting and holding me up so all I had to do was lay there and take it.

Pleasure spiraled out from my ass and dick, driving me closer and closer to my orgasm. Our eyes were locked, our breathing ragged.

With a low growl, Isaac unthreaded his arms from my legs and sort of fell on me, his mouth meeting mine in a blisteringkiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles together, and held on for dear life, kissing him frantically as he fucked me so hard I slid up the bed with each pounding thrust.

Bracing one hand on the headboard to stop from shifting any higher and hitting my head, I jammed my other hand between our bodies.

I was so close I could feel the edges of my orgasm slicing toward me, creeping closer with each passing second.

Isaac made an encouraging sound and lifted off me the slightest bit, giving me room to grab my dick.

On my third stroke, Isaac shifted his hips so his cock dragged over my prostate in the most incredible way.

Zings of pleasure detonated throughout my body, and I had to stop kissing Isaac, too far gone to do more than pant against his lips.

“Come on, Jamie,” he commanded harshly. “Come for me.”

My orgasm erupted out of me, my cum splashing between us as I cried out and writhed under him.

Isaac slammed into me one final time. His cock pulsed deep inside me as he came too. Warmth filled me, triggering another wave of pleasure that left me clinging to him and babbling incoherently as aftershocks quaked through my body even before my orgasm fully ended.

Isaac fell on me in a heap, his sweaty skin slick against mine, and threaded his arms under my back to hold me close.

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear, pressing messy, wet kisses against my skin. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” I kissed his hair, his cheek, his temple, everywhere I could reach. “Love you so damn much,” I whispered dreamily as the afterglow descended on us.

He snuggled into me, hugging me tight and panting against my neck.

“Gotta say,” he mumbled a few minutes later. “I love your cock too. And your ass. And your mouth. And every other part of you.”

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