Taste of Love - By Stephanie Nicole Page 0,54

slid deeply into Madison, staring into her eyes the whole time, feeling a connection that went much deeper than what their bodies were doing. He leaned his weight on one elbow and brushed her sweaty hair back from her forehead with his other hand. His kissed her slowly, lovingly, keeping up the same gentle rhythm with his body. Madison couldn't tear her eyes from his as he moved oh-so slowly in and out of her.

The slow strokes were hitting Madison in just the right places, drawing out the inevitable orgasm, but keeping her on the edge. Cameron was on the edge too, just waiting for her. Just when he thought he couldn't hold out any longer, he felt her start to pulse around him. Her eyes drifted closed. Her hands clenched his shoulders so hard that he felt the imprint of her nails, a tiny shot of pleasure and pain.

He watched her face as she cried out his name.

It was just what he had been waiting for, and he finally let himself go too. It was her name on his lips when the cataclysm came, and it was her name he whispered as he came down from the peak. Then there was no sound but their breathing as they looked into each other's eyes, saying more than mere words could convey.

Madison lay in Cameron's arms, slowly drifting off to sleep. Just as she was on the edge of dreamland, Cameron shot up in bed. "Fuck!" he yelled.

"What's wrong?" Madison was instantly awake. Her stomach dropped at seeing him so distraught. She immediately reached out to curl her hand over his shoulder. "What?"

He smacked his head a few times, then looked at her with the most intense apology in his eyes. "We didn't use anything again. Madison, I'm so sorry. There's just something about you that makes me completely lose all rationality when I am so close to you."

Relief flooded her. "That's all?"

Cameron gave a mirthless laugh. "That's all? Seriously? You're asking that?"

Madison smiled. "It's alright, I went on the pill. You know...after." Her smile disappeared. "Anyway, I'm on the pill now. So it's all okay. Go back to sleep."

Cameron let out a long breath. He thought about the miscarriage, about the way she had cried in the hospital room. The memories were horrible ones that he wished he could forget. But as much as it hurt him, he knew that it was far worse for Madison.

"I'm sorry, baby," he told her sadly, and pulled her closer to him, trying to hug away the memories for both of them.

The days in St. Louis passed by all too quickly for both Cameron and Madison. All too soon they were standing in the middle of the airport, Madison fighting to hold back the tears, and Cameron wearing a blond mullet wig with a John Deere hat and a dirty old t-shirt. The bangs on the wig were long enough that he didn't need glasses, especially on an overcast day. The weather fit their mood, neither one happy about saying goodbye.

Cameron held Madison in his arms. "It's only a couple more weeks, then I'll be back in New York," he told her, not sure who he was trying to make feel better. After only a few short days, he had gotten very used to her being with him.

"I know, and we're both going to be so busy that the time will fly, right?" she asked, trying to put on a brave front.

He nodded. "Don't drown yourself in work again. If I hear from my mother that you are working yourself into the ground, I won't be happy."

She smiled. "We'll see. I'm sure I have a lot to do to make up for being gone almost a week, and I promised Austin some time off for covering for me."

They stood together, not willing to part. But the clock was ticking down the minutes, and soon her flight would be leaving.

"You better head to your gate, I don't want you to miss your flight," he told her with a wink, and kissed her one more time. "Promise me something?"

She looked up at him with innocent eyes. "Anything."

"No more gossip papers. You know firsthand that the things they publish are bull shit. And I promise you, these lips are meant only for you," he drawled, then pointed to his mouth before kissing her again.

"I promise," she told him, certain it was a promise she could keep. "I'll see you soon."

"I'll try to call when I can, but