Cameron

Seeing Maddie before me like this is the most beautifully crafted work of art. Her back is arched, thighs parted, and if given the opportunity, I'd stay here in this position forever and go into fucking hibernation.

I could tell the second I walked through the door that she was overthinking. She was staring outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, her face void of emotion, and she's always done this thing where she twists the edge of a piece of clothing when she's anxious about something.

It's not like I can't understand why she's anxious. What isn't there to be anxious about? She starts her new job tomorrow. Not only that, but there's a very real possibility it could all be stripped away from her if Katie decides to release that video. Plus, a woman we just hired is having her first day alone with Izzy tomorrow since we both have to work.

There are more than likely a million things Maddie is worried about, but one thing that has always worked to clear her stress? To make her forget about everything and anything? My tongue.

I delve into her pussy, smirking when she arches even further, elongating her body and pushing her breasts within arm's reach. They're straining against one of my football t-shirts, and fuck. They will always be my weakness when it comes to my pleasure. Always.

Reaching up to grab one, I run my thumb over the sensitive peak through the shirt's material, and Maddie covers her mouth with her hand to keep her moans quiet. I'm licking, sucking, and flicking my tongue against her clit, hitting all the spots she loves. I know every inch and crevice of her body. All the spots that make her weak, I've memorized them to heart.

"Cam," she pants, wrapping her fingers in my curls. Giving them a tight tug, she grinds against my face, and I don't fight her. I let her use me solely for her pleasure. After all, over half of the stress she's facing is my fault. I'll do whatever she needs in order to calm those thoughts.

"I need you," she whimpers. "All of you."

I pull away slightly, darting my tongue out to gather the wetness created there. "You need me?"

"Yes."

I arch a brow, my lips tilting up into a sly grin. "Where do you need me to be?"

Shooting me a glare that could kill someone, I hold back my laughter when she huffs, propping herself up on her elbows. "Now is so not the time to tease."

"I'm not teasing," I retort. "I fully intend on pleasing you however you wish to be pleased. All I asked was where you needed me to be."

"You are—" She rolls her eyes and points to the couch. "Sit up."

I'm arching both brows now, willing her to explain.

"I want you to sit up and take your pants off," she says. "You asked me what I needed. It's that."

My beautiful, feisty wife is fucking insatiable. I do as instructed, standing up to slip my sweatpants and briefs off. As soon as my dick springs free, it bounces with the movement, and Maddie follows it eagerly.

When I'm seated on the couch, she wastes no time. She's on my lap in seconds, taking her fill of me, letting me stretch her until I'm fully hilted inside her. She's tight, wet, and so warm that it's difficult not to finish. She leans back to strip my t-shirt off of her, revealing her breasts that are heavy with lust, her nipples fully erect. I'm already panting, feeling her slick heat, and the tiny grin she gives me lets me know she's aware of how much of a weakness she is to me.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" She asks. Her fingers trace my jawline before she runs them over my lips. She still hasn't moved, but I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Being inside her and just...being is the most intimate we can get, yet it still doesn't seem nearly enough. "I want to tackle you every time I see you. I don't know if that urge will ever stop."

"I sincerely hope it doesn't," I reply, my breath hitching when she dances her fingers over my abs. They move lower, brushing the line of hair beneath my navel, and my head falls against the couch from the feeling. "I thought we weren't teasing?"

She giggles, falling forward to brace her hands behind my head, making her breasts directly in my face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

My self-control is gone. Maddie knows that whenever she's in this position with me, I'm a goner. A total fucking goner.

Leaning up to stick one of her pretty pink nipples in my mouth, I suck hard, earning a sharp cry from her that she doesn't have the time to silence. She leans forward even more, so I grasp both breasts to push them together, running my tongue side to side to give pleasure to both of them at once.

And then she starts to move. I pause my work, glancing up at her to watch her jaw drop open from the feeling. Her nails move to my shoulders, digging into my skin as she sits up straighter. My legs are sprawled out on the couch, and she seems so tiny in this position. I'm at least a foot taller than her, but she knows how to ride me. After all, she's had more than enough practice.

She places her hands on my chest and begins to move faster, my eyes zeroing in on the expression on her face. I love when she takes me, rides me, fucks me... Her eyes are heavy-lidded with lust, and when she throws her head back, I thrust into her, meeting every drive of her hips.

"You ride it so good, baby," I praise. "Always so good."

"I'm going to come," she gasps. Her hips move at a frantic speed as she tries to reach her climax, and I swear, nothing is hotter. To help her out, I put pressure on her clit, rubbing at the speed I know will push her over the edge, and like a song I remember all the lyrics to, she crashes against me, sweeping me into her own personal ocean.

I failed to realize that as much as I can bring her peace of mind by pleasing her, she can do the same by pleasing me. In seconds, I follow after her, cursing and sinking my nails deep into her ass when she doesn't stop riding me. No longer am I thinking about the loss I took and the shitty calls the refs made before half-time. The lingering feel of shame for letting my team down completely dissipates as I bask in the aftermath with my wife, both of our chests rising and falling in synchrony.

I'm exhausted from playing a game that only ended in defeat and taking the first red-eye home. Tomorrow, I'll have to face my team and watch countless clips of how we fucked up, and then I'll spend the rest of the day going through the plays to make sure we fix those mistakes. Deep down, I understand that what happened today isn't my fault. I threw damn near perfect passes, but the other team's cornerbacks were too damn good. My wide receivers didn't have a chance in hell at intercepting what I threw.

She rests her chin on my chest, fully on top of me. I haven't pulled out yet, nor do I feel like doing so. "It's going to be okay," she reassures. "You're the best at your job, baby. The other team just played a little better. I know you. You're going to work your ass off to be better for the game this weekend. And it'll be a home game. This loss will totally slip your mind when you guys win and take them to the championship this year."

A deep chuckle rumbles in my chest. "You have a lot of faith in me, Mads." My stats are the best in the league, but we haven't made it to the championship yet. It's a dream I've held onto since I was a teenager.

"I do because even if you don't see it, I see what you're capable of."

A knot forms in my throat, but I attempt to swallow the emotion down, refusing to let it meet the surface. Since day one, Maddie has always been the biggest supporter of my dream, even when we were kids. I didn't even realize I loved her then, but she never gave up on me. On us.

"Mads?"

She snuggles closer into the crook of my neck, humming sleepily. "Hmm?"

"We're both lucky to have each other. I know I said I would never accept a tie, but our love..." I kiss the top of her head, lulling her to sleep. "It's the one circumstance where I'll make an exception."