"Come on, Jess. Come back to bed." I woke up to Cam sitting next to me on the couch.  He was wiping the moisture from my tearstained cheeks with the pad of his thumbs.  

I was emotionally drained and utterly exhausted from it.  I had lost the fight inside to keep my feet on solid ground.  If something didn't let up soon, then I was going to sink into the quicksand that was my depression. Every muscle in my body was spasming at once and I wanted to find a release from it.  My addiction was trying to steer the ship back towards it to make me forget this agony.

I wanted to use again. I needed it so badly that it hurt.

If I were alone right now, I wouldn't have even hesitated to do it. I wanted the burn from the alcohol to help slide the pills down my throat.  I craved the feeling of weightlessness as the toxins flooded my bloodstream and brought me to that euphoric feeling again where nothing could touch me. My hopeless eyes met Cameron's, causing a new wave of emotions to roll over my body.

If I tried to hurt myself, Cameron would find his way inside my head to stop me.  It would only reaffirm everything he said earlier and he would throw it back in my face as proof.  I was weak and he knew it. How could he love someone like me the way he did?

"Jess, stand up." He said a little more forcefully. I was surprised to hear he held no anger in his tone. He just sounded exhausted.

When I refused to move, Cameron bent down and slid his arms underneath my body. He cradled me to his bare chest like I was something precious to him that he was afraid to break.  I knew the truth. I was worthless.  I had no value; I was already broken. He should drop me and stomp on me until I was too far gone to piece together again. 

Cameron carried me down the hall like it took absolutely no effort on his part at all.  I didn't make a sound or fight him on it.  My body was paralyzed from the emotional assault it was under. 

Cameron walked into the bedroom and laid me down on my side on the bed. I turned my back away from him.  I felt like a stranger in his bed even though he was offering to give me permanent residency here only hours ago.  I didn't feel like I belonged under his roof any longer, let alone his life.

He climbed in under the covers next to me. His hands found me as I tried to shrink away from him. A fresh batch of tears fell from my eyes when he leaned against me and kissed my shoulder. His tender touch threatened me again.

"We have a lot to talk about. I don't mean to hurt you, but I don't want to lie to you about my feelings either. You deserve the truth and I'm sorry it is not what you want to hear. I'm not going to change my mind on this. I don't think it is a good idea for you to go. You belong here with me."  He whispered, running his fingers through my tangled hair.  He was always so gentle when the tangles would try to trap his fingers. My whole body always fought to keep him near anyway it could.

Cameron leaned back in and kissed my neck this time. He began nipping and sucking at the spot just below my ear.  I left out an involuntary moan when he ran his hands down my hips and over my stomach.  Cameron was straining against his boxers and started pressing into me from behind, trying to find his way inside me. 

"Maybe we shouldn't do this right now," I whispered as his presence overtook all my senses. I was struggling to keep myself in control and I was afraid to let go.  It had been a long time since he touched my body this way and it was ravenous for him. If I gave myself to him tonight, I might not come back this time.

"No, we should." He growled as he brought his hand up to my breast. He squeezed it in his large hands until he found my nipple with his fingers. He began teasing and pulling at it, which went straight down to the bundle of nerves between my legs. Just his fingers touching me was enough to pull me close to the edge.

"Cameron, I'm not in a good place. I am fighting to hold on." My lip quivered as the fragments of my resolve began to fade.

"Don't worry. I have you, darling. You can let go tonight. I will keep you safe." He whispered.

I turned my head to find his lips when I didn't have the strength left to fight him. He slid his hand in the top of my pajamas and pressed his finger against my clit. I loved how he knew the exact right amount of pressure to apply as he moved his finger side to side and over top of me.  He took the overly sensitive nub between his thumb and index finger to pinch and pull at the same time until I was swollen and on the verge of screaming. He covered my moans with his mouth and I gave them to him willingly.

He pulled his hand away from me and I whimpered from the loss of contact. Cameron chuckled as he helped me shift to my back so he could climb over top of me.  His hand went straight to pull at one of my nipples as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.  I pulled his body in further, wanting to hold on to him longer.

Cameron pressed his hips into me and began rubbing slowly against me.  This man could do things to my body that made me feel so dirty and wrong, yet so blissfully good for him. 

He pulled away and licked his lips as he slowly pulled off my pajamas and panties before removing his own.  He left no piece of clothing behind and no blankets over top of us. There was no place I could hide from him.

Cameron parted my thighs with his knee and slid between them. He was so hard it made him look even bigger than normal. My whole body was on fire knowing I could make his react this way. He ran his tip over me to collect the moisture that was already waiting for him.  He closed his eyes and moaned as he continued to circle over me slowly.

"Are you ready for me, darling?" He asked as he continued to torture me in the most delicious ways.

"Please Cami, I need you." I whined.

He pulled the corner of his mouth up into a little smile until his little dimple appeared. I placed my hand on it and smiled. I missed it the second I stole the smile from his face and it filled my heart when he gave it back to me again. Cameron shivered under my touch and turned his head to kiss my palm hungrily.

He lowered his gaze to where out bodies met and I let his eyes guide mine down to the same spot. I wanted to watch when he claimed me again.

My back arched up off the bed as he found my opening and guided himself into me. Cameron leaned down, pressing his weight against me and brought his hand up to stroke my face as he moved sinfully slow inside of me. Each movement was measured and deliberate.  He shifted me and angled my hips to position me perfectly until he was sliding against me in just the right spot.

"I love you, Jessa," His gray eyes burned into me as he rocked in and out of me. 

"I love you too, Cami,"  I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. 

"Look down darling, watch how gorgeous you are with me inside you." His tongue darted out and licked his lips as he pulled out until the his tip was the only thing left inside me. He teased his head in and out at the entrance as my body fought to keep him inside. My walls clenched down on him so there was no escape.

"Aw, Jess. Tell me who this needy little pussy belongs to." Cameron moaned.

My cheeks were on fire. Cameron was developing quite the vocabulary. He had been hanging out with me too much lately. I surprised he even knew that word. Just hearing it roll of his tongue casually had me spinning. Dirty talk during sex was one of my kinks and Cameron had been stepping it up in that department.

I liked to feel dirty and wrong for wanting it so much.

"Jess." Cameron warned when I didn't answer him. He pinched my clit and pulled it roughly. "I will stop right now if you don't tell me."

If he stopped, he was going to get his ass kicked tonight.

"It belongs to you." I whined with my eyes locked directly onto his which were almost black now as his desire overtook him.

"Yes, yes it does." He smiled down at me like he was pleased.

He shifted his body up so we could both watch what he was doing to me.  He moved his hand down and began running his thumb over my clit, doubling my pleasure almost immediately. Slow and steady, just enough to keep me wanting.

The tattoo on his hip called to me. I ran my hands along the edges of it and watched it move as he pushed all of himself into me again.

"I love the way you feel inside. You were made for me, Jessa." He moaned.

He began moving a little faster as his stomach muscles tightened.  I could see his body tensing as he struggled to hold himself back for me to finish first.  Cam was such a gentleman. He always tried to wait for me.

I was speechless. I could barely even moan. I was so caught up in the moment with him.  The feeling was building in the bottom of my stomach as my body responded to every little movement or noise he made. My insides clenched down on him, wanting to keep him as close as possible. 

"Are you about to come?  Your body is so amazing. Do it for me, darling. Show me how much you love me."  He growled in my ear and then pulled my mouth against his. 

He wrapped one hand into my hair and the other one underneath my shoulder to hold me tight against him as he buried himself inside of me.  His body began to shake as he thrusted harder and harder into me.

"Cameron. I'm coming." I moaned into his mouth as my body unraveled on him. 

"That's my girl." He praised me as his lips grazed my collarbone. He returned the favor as the aftershocks were still making my body shiver.  I loved feeling his skin inside me as he gave me everything he had.  He pushed tight against me one last time as he filled me.

Cameron collapsed on top of me and buried his face into my skin between my breasts. He turned his head and lazily licked one of my hard nipples. The small movement of his tongue sent small aftershocks down to my overly aroused center. I was pushing back at the compulsion that was scratching at me from the inside. I want to keep taking him until I blacked out from the pain of being used any way he wanted me.  My head was definitely still not in the best place right now.

"Talk to me, Jess. How are you feeling?" Cameron asked sweetly.

"A little off, but I am still here." I admitted.

"That's good, darling. Just a little is good. Relax and breathe. We can get through this." Cameron smiled up at me.

I stuck my hand in his hair and brushed my fingers through it.  We were lying tangled up in each other quietly just holding each other. The only noise in the house was our labored breathing as we both were still panting for each other.

I watched Cameron close his eyes as his body began drifting off into sleep.  His breaths became slower and deeper as he began to fall under for the night.  He looked so beautiful in his sleep.  The stress lines he carried tonight were gone as his face began to smooth out as he began dreaming.

I sat for a long time, staring up at the ceiling watching the shadows cross over the room.  My eyes were glued wide open as my thoughts raced wildly.  I loved Cameron more than I ever thought was possible. He blindsided me.  He had always fought to save me, even if it meant he was fighting with himself.

Could I do the same for him? I wasn't sure I could and it scared the shit out of me.

Cameron's body jerked on top of me and his brows pulled down.  He let out a mournful sob between breaths. My poor baby must have been having a nightmare. It broke my heart watching him suffer from some faceless terror.

"Shhh. Cami, I'm here. It's just a bad dream." I whispered and kissed the top of his head.

"Jessa. Don't leave me." He cried out in his sleep.