Cameron

I thread my fingers through Maddie's hair, kissing her deeper as we try to (somehow) make it to her bedroom. Call me an idiot in love for flying all the way to Germany when I have to get back on a plane in less than six hours, but this is one hundred percent worth it. Every second of it.

From the softness of her lips to the silkiness of her hair, I'm lost in her, hauling her into my arms, her legs straddling my waist. I pause to set her on the kitchen counter, kissing my way down her neck, and the sounds that come out of her mouth are ones that I dream of at night. When I'm alone in Los Angeles, when the silence begins to bother me, I think of nothing but these moans.

"Fuck, I need you," I pant. One of my hands skims underneath her tank top, brushing along her rib cage, the other holding the back of her head. She's squirming with anticipation as I step between her thighs, which are spread wide for me as her legs dangle off the island.

This is why I came here tonight. I needed to remind her that no matter what happens, no matter what shit Katie tries to throw at us, it'll always be her. There will never be anyone else for me, and if it takes all six hours between her thighs to prove that to her, I'll gladly do it.

Standing up straight, I push her gently down onto her back and work the buttons of her jeans until she's bare in front of me, her underwear and denim falling to the floor. She's wet and glistening, and I groan at the sight. "You have no idea how long I've been thinking about doing this."

Before she can speak, my tongue is on her center, licking that sensitive bud of nerves. Her back arches off the island almost instantly, and those fingers dig into my curls like always. I love that it's familiar. I love that I know exactly what drives her crazy and how she'll react to whatever I choose to do.

"You are insatiable," I say, coming up for air. "Intoxicating." Lick. "And every morning I wake up, able to live another day, I'm still in disbelief that you're mine."

It's been a while since we've had sex, so it doesn't surprise me that she's close. I feel her thighs clench around my head, her tugging growing stronger, and just when she's on the brink of ecstasy, I pull back from her, chuckling when she lifts her head and practically shoots daggers in my direction. "What the hell?" She asks.

I wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand and send her a devilish grin. "You said you wanted to not think about anything else, right? I can't let you come that easily, Mads. I want to drive you to the point of insanity—until you come so hard you see stars and can't remember your own name."

Grabbing her hips, I pull her into my arms again, finally making it to her bedroom. My cock is raging hard against my sweatpants, and finally, in two big strides, I'm able to toss her on the bed. We strip ourselves quickly, tossing articles of clothing all over the bed and the floor.

"Cam," she pleads when I reach into the drawer of her nightstand. The vibrator is right where I expected it to be, and the stare she's giving me is made of pure loathing. "Do not use that on me. I can't take any more teasing."

I arch a brow, flicking it on. The gentle hum already causes her to shiver. When I bring it to her inner thighs, dragging it lazily along her skin, she lets out a huff of frustration, moving her hands down to play with her clit. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?"

Her eyes flare open. "You can't be serious."

"Did I?" She's not listening to me, so I drag the vibrator away, giving her no attention at all. "If you can't follow directions, Maddie, I won't help you finish."

The whimper that escapes her is hotter than it should be. Maddie is a strong, independent woman, but knowing I get to see this side of her... The vulnerable, pleading version? I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

Finally, she complies, keeping her hands fisted in the sheets as I drag the vibrator along her slit, gathering the wetness accumulated before moving it back to her thighs. She's writhing from the pleasure, so I place one of my hands on her stomach, holding her in place. "Did you think of me doing this to you when you used this toy?" I asked.

"Yes," she replies, completely breathless. Her cheeks are flushed, blonde curls splayed against the sheets, and fuck, she's beautiful.

I move the vibrator directly on her clit now, and she cries out in bliss, my name a curse and a prayer on her lips. My cock is throbbing from witnessing her pleasure. Nothing is hotter than seeing her come undone beneath me, and as much as I want to hold out, I won't make it. Not with her screaming my name like that.

"Touch yourself," I tell her sternly. "Show me what you did."

Pushing the vibrator inside her, I can feel her stretch around the toy as she begins to play with her clit, her hips rocking against my hand. She's so wet it's trickling down my fingers. "Look at you take it," I praise. "Such a good girl, Maddie."

Her motions grow faster, and again, I cut her off before she can finish, pulling the vibrator out and switching it off. I put it on the nightstand, ignoring the vulgar language she's muttering under her breath before I say, "When you come, I'm going to be inside of you, baby. I'm not letting a toy get that privilege. Now get on all fours."

She complies with no complaints, and as soon as that back is arched, that ass on full display, I'm not thinking clearly. I'm stumbling back over to the bed, sinking into her so I can give her what she really wants.

The wetness of her pussy feels better than the goddamn ocean. I grunt from the feeling, and Maddie is so worked up that she's rolling her hips, grinding the full length of my cock.

"Maddie," I hiss through gritted teeth, digging my nails into her sides. "Fuck. Wait. I don't want to come yet."

"Please," she begs. "I need it. I need you. Please."

I can't ever refuse her. Not when she begs. Somehow, I'm able to push aside the urge to finish and take over again, taking hold of her hands to hold them behind her back. She throws her head back when I begin to pound into her, another cry leaving her lips.

My balls are drawn up tight, the rushing, overwhelming feeling crawling up the base of my spine from my own release, but I refuse to let it take over until she finishes first.

I know all her weak spots. I've memorized every inch of her body. That's why, when I tug her back against my chest, my hands still holding her wrists, I move her hair to the side with my nose and bite down gently onto her neck, hitting that spot directly above her right shoulder as I pound her relentlessly, never easing up.

Her head rolls to the side, allowing me the view of her side profile, and I'm pleased to see her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a dribble of drool rolling down her chin. "Yes," I mutter. "Give it to me, Maddie. Let it go."

A wave of wetness taking on the form of a tsunami crashes against my cock, making me breathless. Her body is trembling against me, her thighs shaking like crazy as she comes undone, and she slumps forward, my arm preventing her from collapsing onto the mattress.

"I don't think so," I chuckle when she tries to lie down. "I'm not finished with you yet, baby." In one swift motion, I flip her on her back, slipping back in and closing my eyes from her tightness.

Her eyes are hooded from her post-orgasm state, but they continue to stay locked on mine as I bury myself inside her. Those big tits of hers are ricocheting from every thrust I make, and she knows I love to watch them move, which is exactly why she puts an arm underneath them, putting them on full display.

"Fucking perfect," I mutter, bending down to take a pink nipple into my mouth. She sinks her nails into my hair with her free hand as I lick and suck on the sensitive bud. That feeling is tugging at the base of my spine again, begging for release, but I don't want this to end yet.

Pulling away again to stare at her angelic face, I'm at a loss for words, my thrusts becoming erratic. "You're it for me," I tell her. "There's no one else, Mads. It's only you."

Her eyes shudder from another orgasm, and as that second wave of her wetness hits, I allow myself the release, jerking a few times from how sensitive I am as I continue to fuck her through her high.

I roll off of her, not wanting to suffocate her from my weight, and we lay next to each other for what feels like forever as we both wind down, attempting to catch our breath.

"When do you leave?" She whispers.

Turning to face her, I tuck a blonde curl behind her ear, running my thumb along her cheek. "In a few hours. I know it's not a long stay, but I need to be at practice. If it weren't for my contract, you know I'd skip it, but I can't."

Another downside of playing professional football—being away from my family. Granted, it'll be much easier when Maddie and Izzy are back in the States, but I'll still have away games starting September. I'll still have to travel.

And now I have to get back on a plane after only seeing my daughter for less than five minutes.

"We understand," Maddie says, seeming to read my mind. She sits up, covering herself with the sheet, and her expression sets into stone, her lips forming a thin line. "I promise you, Cam, as soon as I move to Los Angeles with you, I'm finding Katie and ending this for good."

My chest fills with pride. "I have no doubts," I say, "but the point of being married is you won't have to do it alone. I'll be right beside you. We're ending this together."

"Together," she confirms, letting out a yawn.

"Get some sleep."

"Are you kidding?" She asks in disbelief. "You're here for a few more hours. I'm not going to sleep. We can make snacks and watch a movie, or—" When she yawns again, I roll my eyes and tug her against my side, her head falling on my chest. She doesn't fight me on it.

"You have a two-year-old to take care of," I say. "I'm more than content if all I can do is hold you tonight."

"You sure?" She mumbles.

"Positive."

After that, she doesn't say anything else. Less than a minute later, her soft snores fill the room, and for the first time in months, I don't feel as lonely.