Cameron

I truly don't understand how time and time again this woman decides to give me a second chance, but here I am, holding her against me while I'm soaked from head to toe, hearing those soft little gasps fill my ear that I've grown to love so much.

I don't deserve her.

I've never deserved her.

But I'm damn sure going to do whatever it takes to earn it.

"You want me? Are you sure? After all I've done?" Running my hands over the band of her sweatpants, I pull back the fabric with two fingers, licking my way up the column of her neck again. Her breathing becomes more erratic, those little inhales of breath fueling me with a hunger I know she's craving.

We've never been good at fighting, but if there's one thing for certain, we've always been good at making up.

"Please," she begs. Her hands run between us over the wet t-shirt, stroking my abs over the fabric, and her plea is all it takes for me to come undone. After all, she doesn't need to be teased. She deserves everything she wants and more tonight.

I press my lips to hers, igniting the familiar spark, and our typically slow, languid start gets thrown directly out the window. This kiss is pure fire. It's all-consuming as my hands drag into her hair, tugging on her bun, backing her up until we crash against the side of the fridge in the mini-kitchen of this suite.

It's always going to be her. Nobody else but her. After everything we've been through, I'm not going to let anyone come between us. I'll be damned if a psychotic ex-girlfriend of mine comes between this.

Her back arches into me when my lips attach to her neck. I'm not gentle when I suck hard, ensuring I leave my mark. I want the entire world to know when she leaves this hotel who I'm choosing. Who I will always choose.

"Cam!" She cries out in ecstasy, and in return, my hand flies up to muffle her cries. Our daughter is sleeping in the adjacent room, and the last thing we need is for her to wake up. Not before we finish what we started.

In one swift motion, I release my hand from her mouth and sink to my knees before her, pulling her sweatpants and underwear down with me.

Her hips instinctively buck up to meet my mouth, and the sight of her bare and glistening before me has me groaning at the sight. Normally, I'd tease her, but not this time. I grab her leg to hook it over my shoulder, exposing her to me before I fully dive in.

My tongue delves into her juices, slurping and sucking and licking her until she's writhing beneath me. I'd gladly die a happy man right here between her thighs. If she thinks this is a way to give her pleasure? She's sorely mistaken. My cock is begging to be released just from the taste of her.

"Fuck. Right there," she whispers. "Don't stop."

Glancing up from between her thighs, her hand is tangled in my curls, the other bracing the fridge that her head is thrown back against, eyes closed. I know how to play Maddie's body like the back of my hand. I know every point of pleasure. Every area of desire is one I've memorized by heart.

That's why I move my tongue to her clit and insert two fingers, stretching and filling her. She whimpers, biting on her bottom lip to hold in her cries as I do what I'm most proud of: making my wife come.

Those legs begin to shake, and then I'm met with a wave of wetness that has my cock growing harder. If this were any other situation, I'd already be rising from my knees to get inside of her, but tonight isn't about me, it's about her and what she needs from me to gain her forgiveness.

I continue to lick until there's nothing left, leaving her panting and breathless against the fridge. When she finally comes back to reality, she glances down at me, roaming her gaze from my messed-up hair to the pitched tent in my jeans.

"Fuck me," she says bluntly. Before I can oblige, she strips herself of her t-shirt, revealing those full, heavy tits of hers, and turns around to grip the edge of the countertop. "From behind."

I rise from the floor, admiring her backside as I undo my belt. As pleasurable as fucking her from behind is, she knows it's my least favorite position. Mainly because I can't see what turns me on the most: her face and her tits.

"Is this my punishment?" I ask lowly, stepping up behind her. The hair on her neck rises as I brush some stray hairs of her bun away.

"Yes," she replies. Her voice quivers with anticipation when I take my shaft and part her thighs with my leg, running myself along her entrance. If this is my punishment, I'll take it, Things could be a lot worse. Will I have a verbal lashing once this make-up sex is over with? Definitely. For now, I'll do what she wants and fuck her until she can't stand.

"Hold on tight, baby."

With no further warning, I plunge deep inside of her until I'm fully hilted, and I swear, the feeling of her slick heat compares to nothing. My nails dig into her back from how fucking wet she is, my head falling back as I try to get a grip.

I can't come.

Not yet.

With others, it was difficult to finish. All of the girls who came before Maddie never did it for me. I'd have to think of every porno known to mankind to get there but with her? I'll only ever think of her. Her eyes. Her curly hair. Her body that has changed over the years of being together. It's all I will ever think about.

And I can't fucking finish yet.

Not yet.

But Maddie backs herself up, impatient as ever as she begins to ride my cock, stealing the breath from me. This was supposed to be me earning her forgiveness. How the hell did she turn the tables?

Despite how good it feels, I grab her bun and tug her head back until her eyes meet mine. I pound her hard, my hips thrusting to meet hers at a forceful rhythmic speed. I love it when her jaw drops open from the feeling. I love how the dishes rattle on the counter from how hard we're fucking.

"Look how fucking pretty you are," I tell her through gritted teeth as drool dribbles down her chin. I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing gently before I dip my chin to lick up her spit. "Fucking come for me. I want to feel this pretty pussy come."

"Cam," she moans from the pressure around her throat, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

I've got stamina for days, more than capable of waiting her out, and after another thirty seconds of thrusts, she detonates beneath me with a strangled cry.

Her body grows limp, so I have to wrap an arm around her waist to catch her. It almost slips from how sweaty the both of us are, but she twists before it does. Her face is filled with exhaustion but sated all the same. I can only imagine the stress and lack of sleep I've caused her.

"We...We need to talk about everything, but I..." A yawn escapes her, which causes me to spring into action. I lift her into my arms before she can even think of walking.

"We'll talk after you get some rest," I assure her.

Her head falls to my shoulder. "You promise?"

"Yes, baby. I promise. You can scream your lungs out at me as soon as you wake up."

"Not funny," she grumbles, swatting me on the chest. "If I wasn't so tired, I'd already be doing it."

"Trust me, Mads, I know you would, which is why I'm fully expecting it." Stopping by the bed, I push the comforter back with one hand and set her beneath it, bringing the covers up to her chin. "Do you need anything? Water?"

"You...You aren't going to stay?"

I smile at how fucking cute she sounds all sleepy. "I, uh...didn't know if you'd want me to. I won't blame you or be upset if you'd prefer me to go back home."

She squints one eye open. "Have you seen the hoards of paparazzi outside? I'm not going to throw you to the wolves. You already dealt with them once coming here."

"Is that the only reason you want me to stay? Because if it is, I have no problem confronting the paparazzi. They don't bother me."

With an adorable huff, she flails her arms out to the sides like a toddler having a tantrum. "Would you just get in the bed? Of course, I want you to stay with me. Am I mad as hell at you? Yes, but you're my husband. For better or for worse, remember?"

Yeah, I really don't deserve her.

I crawl beneath the covers and pull her close, kissing the top of her head repeatedly. "For better or for worse," I repeat. "Always, baby."