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CAM

Ten Years Later

E verything possible managed to go wrong trying to get Kelly out the door for our ten-year anniversary trip.

First, her mother was late getting to the house, her flight having been delayed by two hours.

Second, Kelly was anxious as hell about packing and leaving, especially when the twins clung to her legs and cried.

Third, Mrs. Blevins managed to get into an argument with Kelly's mother the second the cab dropped her off, and by that time, I was ready to explode.

Thank God I've learned a lot of patience after being married to Kelly for ten years.

One of the core parts of our marriage is 'plan everything an hour ahead to make sure we arrive on time'.

The anniversary cruise was important enough that I had given us a two-hour buffer, and it was our saving grace.

The kids were so excited enough to see their Nana that they finally backed off their mother and let her load her suitcase into the car.

Shelby, almost eleven now, was talking a mile a minute, and the twin five-year-old boys, Colt and Branson, were already asking what sorts of things Nana had brought them from Boston.

A million kisses and fifteen minutes later, I finally managed to get Kelly in the car, and we made the drive to the port of departure with just thirty extra minutes to spare.

"Well, that was stressful," Kelly says hours later as we settle down at the restaurant on the boat.

"You don't have to tell me twice." I hold up the bottle of champagne. "Drink?"

"Yes, please. Don't you want to order something harder?"

"Nah. Someone has to make sure you don't fall off the ship."

Kelly laughs. "That would be a great way to end the evening."

I grin, leaning over to kiss her. "Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary. And happy first day of our cruise."

I'd been planning this trip for a while, wanting to take her someplace special. The cruise gave us the chance to visit some of the most beautiful spots in the Gulf, and since we had both saved up quite a bit, I was able to book us the honeymoon suite.

"How's the champagne?"

Kelly holds up her glass, smiling at me. "Delicious. Thank you, baby."

"Of course. Anything for you."

Our waiter arrives, and we order, enjoying the calm moment together. After so many years together, I still love spending time with my wife, even if it’s just sitting in a restaurant together. I also love the low-cut, ruby-red dress she’s chosen to wear, and how it fits her like a glove .

What I don't love, though, was the way all the other men were looking at her. The only thing that settles my possessive streak is the fact that I'm the one taking her back to the suite tonight … and I'm the one peeling that dress off her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks, eyes sparkling.

"Because you're fucking gorgeous," I growl, leaning over the table to capture her mouth in a kiss. She sighs against me, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair, and I know if we don't stop soon, we won't be eating dinner at all.

We break apart when someone clears their throat, and I grin wolfishly. "Sorry. That dress is making me act like an animal. Where the hell have you been hiding it?"

The sparkle fades from her eyes, and she tugs at the neckline.

"Oh, I bought it specifically for the trip.

I'm sort of regretting it, though. I didn't get a chance to look in the mirror before we left the room, and I just caught a glimpse of myself in the glass wall before we were seated, and.

.." She shrugs, looking down at her lap. "I overdid it. I'm sorry."

I stare at her. "Sorry? For what?"

"Well, look at me! I don't look like the other women here."

"No, you don't. You look fucking hot. Like you belong on the cover of a magazine, not eating dinner with me."

She stares at me, blinking rapidly, and I realize she's tearing up. "Cam, I don't look anything like I used to. After three kids?—"

"You're curvier and hotter than ever," I growl, reaching over to grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at me. "I love your body, Kelly, and I really love how rough I can fuck you with those extra curves. Never ever doubt yourself again, you hear me?"

She nods, tears pooling in her eyes. "Yes. I'm sorry. "

"Don't be sorry. Just know that when we're done with dinner, I'm going to take you back to the room and make you see just how hot you are."

A shudder runs through her, and she smiles. "Sounds like a plan to me."

After that, we don't have any more problems. It's perfect, just like every day with Kelly is, and by the time we finally make it back to our suite, we're both desperate for each other.

In minutes, I have Kelly bare, the wicked red dress pooling on the floor. She melts into me, and I know she's waiting for me to take her to bed, but I have other ideas in mind.

The waiting always makes things sweeter, after all.

I spin her around and grab one handful of her round ass. "Bend over, Kelly. I going to spank you for daring to talk badly about this gorgeous fucking body."

She shivers in delight, unable to hide her grin. This is a game we've played many times, and my wife loves skating that edge between pleasure and pain until I turn it to all pleasure.

"Count them," I growl, bringing my palm down on the round curve of her ass. The spank is never hard, but just enough to make her pretty skin rosy.

She gasps, jerking forward. "One," she moans.

Smack! "Two!"

"Three!"

By the tenth slap, her ass is warm and pink, and she's humming with pleasure, grinding her hips against me. The strikes are half hearted now, and I spend most of my time dipping my fingers into her pussy instead of spanking her .

"You took that so well," I rumble into her ear, nipping at the shell of it. "Are you ready for your reward?"

"Yes!" she groans, tilting her hips back and trying to grind against me. "Please, Cam!"

I chuckle. "You're going to be begging a lot tonight."

All she can do is whimper.

I'm not going to fuck her yet. I'm going to make her come, but afterwards, I'm taking her back out onto the main part of the ship, maybe to swim or enjoy the hot tub, and let her dream about my cock that she won't get until later tonight.

For now, I sink two fingers fully into her core, curving them upwards until I hit her G-spot, and her legs quiver. I slip my other hand between us and find her clit, stroking it in time with the thrusts of my fingers.

Kelly pushes back against me, moaning loudly as I work her pussy. The sounds are wet and obscene, and I fucking love it. My wife is so responsive to me, so desperate to come, and it's a hell of a power trip.

"You want to come?" I murmur into her ear. She’s speechless with need, and I grin, biting down on her earlobe. "Use your words, baby girl."

"Yes, Daddy!" she hisses finally, jerking her hips, trying to take more of me.

"Then come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my fingers."

Her body stiffens, then her walls clamp down on my fingers, and she comes hard, crying out my name.

I stroke her through it, but when she finally relaxes in my arms, I pull my hand away, sucking the wetness off my fingers. Delicious. "That's my good girl. But we aren't done yet, baby. I have plans for you tonight. "

"Plans?" she asks, looking back at me with those big blue eyes.

"Oh, yes," I say, helping her stand on wobbly legs. I lean in, kissing her deeply. "We're going out tonight. Let's go enjoy the cruise, and I'll remind you just how much I love your body when we get back."

"Fuck," she groans. "You're a jerk."

I grin. "But I'm your jerk."

She sighs happily. "That you are."

And I always will be.

The End

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