Cameron

Maddie is fucking insatiable. She comes out of the bathroom in a matching red lacy bra and panties, her knuckles taped up, looking like the sexiest fucking bad ass I've ever seen.

My dick instantly responds, putting a tent up in my sweatpants that I had already changed into.

She's definitely got my attention as she rests her back up against the door frame, those long legs seeming to run for miles as I put my hands behind my head to enjoy the view.

"You coming to bed?" I grin wickedly. "Or would you prefer I fuck you against that wall you're leaning against?"

Even though she's attempting to be confident right now, I can see that something else is going on in that head of hers. She's twirling her fingertips on the bow of her panties, but I notice that they're close to her c-section scar.

"You okay?" I ask, my tone suddenly becoming serious.

She nods silently, but tugs on her bottom lip. I like that she's been telling me how she feels lately, because instead of continuing with the lie that she's okay, she lets out a sigh and comes over to climb into bed beside me. My hands immediately pull her closer. "Do you think I'm still attractive?" She asks.

I look at her as if that's the stupidest question I've ever heard. "What?"

"Do you still find me attractive?" She repeats, and I find my heart practically breaking at the thought that this is a genuine concern of hers.

"You think I don't?" I tilt my head to the side, gliding my eyes down her silky, smooth skin.

"I just..." she sighs again. "I don't know. I have this huge scar, and I'm carrying some extra baby weight."

I watch her try to grab at skin that's literally non existent, furrowing my eyebrows together in confusion. "Where is this coming from, Mads?"

"I mean... you've had so many girls throw themselves at you, Cam. And I mean supermodels. I've seen them comment on your Instagram photos, and I know you say that you don't have interest, but it still makes me compare myself to them for some stupid fucking reason. I have this huge fucking scar, and I'm fifteen pounds heavier than I was in school when we dated. It just makes me insecure. I wish it didn't, because I have never felt that way, but it does. Katie didn't gain weight. Katie is still tiny."

"Katie is a bitch." I point out, but I can't seem to find anything to say to the rest of her speech. It seems like she'll never understand just how much she means to me. I don't blame her for letting the fame get to her because it's a hard thing to step into. It took me awhile to get used to it too, but I can't have her thinking that she's not attractive to me. That's literally the furthest thing from the truth.

"You know what I think?" I prop my head up onto my hand, rolling onto my side to stare at her. She's on her back beside me, and my fingertips trace the scar across her stomach. "I think that this scar is the most beautiful damn thing about you."

She rolls her eyes. "You're just saying that because you have to, Cam."

"No, I'm saying that because it's true. You gave birth to my child, Maddie. Our child. And I don't know how you could ever think you aren't attractive to me. If it were up to me I wouldn't keep my hands off of you for a second."

I move closer so that I'm hovering over her now, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She's blinking to try and keep the tears at bay. "If your theory were true, then how do you explain this?" And then I grab onto her hand and place it against my hard as a rock dick, finally earning a tiny smile from her. Just the feel of her hands makes me want to explode.

"And those extra fifteen pounds?" In one swift motion, I tug her with me and roll onto my back so that she's on top of me now, immediately grabbing onto that ass of hers. "Most definitely not a bad thing. And that's not to say you weren't beautiful as hell before, but I'm not complaining that I've got more to grab onto, baby."

"Okay, okay." She giggles and grasps onto my cheeks, placing a gentle kiss to my lips. I don't know if she meant for it to be quick, but I pull her tightly against me, entwining my tongue with hers.

This kiss is slow, but so, so hot. She bites on my lip, and then she sucks my tongue, and then I'm moaning into her mouth from wanting more.

"Don't ever think you're not beautiful to me ever again." I tell her sternly. "You're the love of my fucking life, Maddie. You're..." I trail off, trying to find an appropriate word before I finish with, "everything to me. You're everything. Okay?"

"Okay." She smiles and wipes away another tear. "Can you kiss me now?"

"Gladly."

And then we don't go back to saying much. I kiss her slowly, wanting her to soak in every ounce of love I have for her. I don't think I'll ever be able to explain it though.

This little red set is doing wonders for me. I nibble at the lace of her bra and then pop her breasts out to stick a nipple into my mouth. She cries out, throwing her head back. I love when her breasts are in my face like this. It's fucking hot to be suffocated between them.

I flip her onto her back again, placing wet and sloppy kisses down her stomach. I stop at her scar, kissing every inch of it side to side as I mutter, "fucking beautiful." Against her skin.

Maddie is squirming beneath me from the pleasure, her chest heaving up and down with anticipation. I kiss up and down both of her legs, her arms, her chest, her fingers, her toes, all while muttering beautiful over and over and over again.

I need to get it through her head. I need to prove to her that she's all I think about.

I know every inch of this body. I know every curve, the dip of her hips, the freckle right underneath her breast, the birth mark on her left hip. It's a road map that I've memorized to heart.

On my way back up her stomach, as I kiss her chest again, I tug my sweatpants off and slip inside of her, catching her gasp with my lips when they meet hers again. She's so damn tight, and I freeze completely, desperately trying not to finish.

"Hold on." I mutter, placing my forehead against her shoulder. "Fuck, I don't want this to be quick."

Maddie has almost made an indent on her bottom lip from how hard she's biting on it. Her eyes are hazy, lips parted, and finally I'm able to move again once the feeling of my almost orgasm passes.

"Oh, Cam." She moans, and the sound almost pushes me over the edge again, but I bite it back and thrust deeper. She's wet, even wetter than normal, which is saying something.

I feel her fingertips sink into my back, and my god I'm going to come. This sex feels so... different. Such a good different. Like I'm back in high school, or I'm losing my god damn virginity. I'm so in love with her.

I thrust harder, staring down at that gorgeous face of hers. Her hands scrape all the way down my back, grabbing onto my ass to push me deeper inside. I'm panting, muttering you're perfect, and love of my life until my lips get tired of it. I'm going to embed it into her brain if it's the last thing I do.

I love the feeling of her hands all over me. She's scratching everywhere, crying out in bliss. I capture her lips with mine again, and she grips onto the sides of my face until she pulls away, eyes a blazing blue when she stares directly into my soul it feels like. "I'm yours." She pants, hooking her legs around my back to trap me in. "Forever."

I can't breathe, I can't speak, all I can do is stare into those fucking eyes as I grip onto the sheets on either side of her head to try and hold it back. I can feel it building though, and with her staring at me like this I just know that I'm seconds away from coming.

"Please." I beg her. "Baby, I'm going to come."

She kisses me again, and I don't know how, but thank god I feel her tremble beneath me. A moan comes out against her mouth as she breaks the kiss, and I feel her pussy clench and release as the wave of wetness washes over my dick.

I'm hers too. Completely and utterly hers as I still inside of her, calling out her name repeatedly before I gently bite down onto her shoulder to try and control the sensation that ripples through my body.

This wasn't dirty sex like we normally have. Instead we made sweet, sweet love, and my god it felt good. As much as I thought she needed this, I think we needed it. As I lay on top of her, I can't help but feel more connected to her than I've been in years, and I didn't think that was possible.

"Okay, I believe you." She giggles, staring up at the ceiling in awe. "I know I say this every time, but that was officially the best sex we've ever had."

"I full heartedly agree." I reply and roll onto my back, turning to look at her again. Her curls are going all over the place, cheeks flushed, and those blue eyes of hers are sparkling. "And to make you believe me further, you look even more beautiful after I've made love to you, Maddie."

In this Alaskan king it feels like a twin bed right now, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Maddie cuddles up with me, hooking her leg with mine as she traces imaginative shapes on the faint strip of hair below my belly button.

"I need to shower," She sighs. "But I seriously don't feel like moving. I'm so fucking relaxed right now."

"So don't."

"There's no choice." She inputs, and I don't understand what she means until I quickly piece two and two together. I didn't use a condom.

"That must be a disgusting feeling." I say as I watch her climb out of the bed. That ass of hers is something else, my eyes unable to look away before she's out of sight in the bathroom. "So, random thought, but do we need to ask your mom to watch Iz next weekend? For the bachelorette slash bachelor weekend?" I call out to her.

I hear her peeing since the door is open, smiling at how comfortable we are with each other.

"Yes." She says. "I just haven't gotten around to it yet. I swear I'm so unorganized. The bachelorette party is planned, but I feel like I've been the worst maid of honor in the entire world."

The shower starts up, and I could use one too since we just had sex, so I join her in the bathroom, stepping in with her to let the hot water crash over me.

"I don't think that's true." I tell her. "We have a baby, Maddie. And you also work a gazillion jobs. She knows that."

"I dunno. She's just been such a good friend to me. I feel like I should be doing more for her. A weekend away downtown doesn't really scream over the top, but it's all I could do."

"How do you think I feel? I wasn't sure what the hell would be going on with my job at the time, so I gave his other friend Jake the money to plan it. I feel just as shitty as you."

She grabs the body wash and pours some onto her hand. I don't have any for her here, and I make a mental note to stock my house with feminine products, too.

"You know Ethan doesn't care so long as he can get fucked up. As long as the liquor cabinet is stocked at the hotel we're at then he's going to have fun."

"Wait, we're celebrating together?"

She nods. "Yeah. They didn't want everyone to party separately. Oddly enough Ethan was the one to suggest that. Maya was all for the strippers, but Ethan vetoed that real quick."

I would say it surprised me, but it doesn't. He's been obsessed with Maya since Maddie brought her home after school that day when we were in seventh grade. He's not going to risk losing her to anyone.

She's finished rinsing off, and she surprises me when she pours more soap into her hands before beginning to rub it on my body. Her touch feels so good, and I close my eyes from the feeling as her hands draw lower on my stomach.

"Does that mean we get a hotel room to ourselves for the weekend?" I ask.

She smirks, standing on her tip-toes to give a quick kiss to my lips. "I believe it does."

Hell yeah.

I can't wait for next weekend.

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