Aftermath

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*Explicit Content*

Christmas morning Calpurnia woke up to a crash from the kitchen followed by a slew of hushed curse words. Matthew was a traditions guy, wanting to keep the excitement of holidays alive even if they were adults now. Cal could really only remember relying on one thing every year for Christmas, and that was eating family dinner at the Moreno household. She weighed her options, before letting curiosity get the better of her and sneaking quietly toward the kitchen. Matthew stood at the stove, shirtless with an apron tied around his waist, giving her a nice view of his back and the fabric of the briefs stretched across his butt. For a moment she stood in the doorway and watched him as he struggled to unstick the egg from the pan to flip it, then she walked over to him.

"Good morning" she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He hissed and pushed back slightly mumbling about her being careful around the hot stove.

"I wanted to surprise you." She could hear the disappointment in his voice and felt a little guilty about not staying in bed and waiting. Matthew plated the egg he'd been cooking before placing sausages onto the pan.

"I'm sorry," Cal said against his skin before pressing a lone of kisses along his spine. He relaxed into her arms a little more. "I can go back to bed, we can pretend I was never here." Her hold on him growing lighter and lighter as she started to slip away in retreat.

"No, it's alright" he insisted grabbing her arms and pulling them so they hugged his waist firmly again. She trailed her fingers up his abdomen absentmindedly, swirling her fingers in the patch of hair on his stomach. When her fingers skimmed the waistband of his underwear, he tensed slightly but otherwise didn't react, so she kept going.

"Callie" Matthew whispered hoarsely as her hand cupped his soft penis. His free hand held her hand there over this apron.

"Surprise." She whispered giving him a gentle tug and a squeeze before managing to slip her hand out from his underwear. Matthew let out a dramatic groan and Cal chuckled pulling away so she could run back to their room and snuggle up under the covers again.

"You're a sick woman," he teased as he followed shortly after her carrying a platter with breakfast on top. He sat the tray down on the dresser and turned to continue his insults, "A sick, twisted, beautiful, gorgeous woman." He kissed her cheeks and her nose and her forehead before placing a soft kiss on her mouth. After they ate some breakfast, Calpurnia nestled into his chest.

"Let's go back to sleep" she whispered when she watched his eyes droop. She let her gaze swing to the clock to see it was just past seven in the morning. He started to protest but she stopped him quickly. "I'm still tired, someone was making a ruckus in the kitchen." Matthew eyed her with a warning. "A very handsome and delicious ruckus." His soft snore met her ears a few minutes later and she followed behind after a few minutes more.

When she woke again the clock read 8:30, and she rolled over to find Matthew still asleep. One of his hands rested on top of his hair, the other next to his leg. Calpurnia crawled over to him and kissed the corner of his mouth, then his chin, then his chest. When he stirred and grabbed at her sleepily, pulling her into him, she smiled.

"Merry Christmas Mattie," Cal whispered lifting her leg to straddle his waist.

"Merry Christmas C-" he stuttered when she shifted and pressed her core against his groin. His hand found her thigh and held her still. "My love," he began "I am begging you not to start something you have no intention of finishing." She gave it a moment before tipping her hips forward and leaning into his chest until their lips brushed.

"What in the world is giving you the impression I am not prepared to," she let her words lapse for a moment to kiss him again, "finish?" He groaned against her mouth as his hands gripped her thighs and squeezed tight. A chuckle escaped her lips but fell upon deaf ears as he slid his hands underneath her shirt and grazed her bare skin. Cal lifted her hips to slide her hand down and cup his erection in her hands. Matthew's hips bucked into her hand instinctively at the contact. Her fingers gently tugged and squeezed, feeling him grow harder beneath her touch.

"Mattie," she whined when he pulled her hand from his pants and pushed her so she was laying flat on her back. Another protest died on her lips when Matthew yanked her pants down her hips, not bothering to pull them any further than her knees before he slipped his hot length from his waistband and sank himself into her until their hips slammed together.

Calpurnia's breath stuttered with each thrust, but couldn't conjure up a coherent thought at the punishing pace he had set. Her hands searched for something to hold, grabbing at his back and arms before Matthew locked their fingers together and held her hand above her head. Cal's other finger slid to her clit, hissing as she made contact with the sensitive flesh.

"Good job," he whispered into her temple leaving hot open-mouth kisses. Cal pulled her hand free of his and pushed against his shoulder, urging him to roll over so he was on his back again. Matthew's thrusts were becoming erratic, but she wasn't ready.

"Not yet" she pleaded, pushing his shoulder. A desperate groan fell from his lips as he pulled out and rolled onto his back. Instead of straddling his waist, she knelt on all fours above his face. Without missing a beat, Matthew pulled her down until his tongue made contact with her core and lapped at her clit. Her arms gave out from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her, but just like she had done to him, he pulled away just before her orgasm overtook her. Face pressed into the mattress and ass in the air, Matthew swatted her right cheek.

"Beg," he whispered leaning over her so his torso pressed into her back and his lips tickled her ear when he spoke. She whimpered trying to form words, but couldn't. His cockhead twitched as he slid it along her opening causing her to jerk her hips involuntarily. "I said, beg." He whispered again. Finally, the haze cleared and she was able to say one word.

"Please," her eyes watered in desperation, her whole body felt like it was on fire. "Please, Mattie" she begged through a sob.

"Good girl" he encouraged before lining himself back up and pumping into her again. She could feel his hips smacking against her ass with the force of his thrusts, wanton grunts falling from his lips as he went. Cal couldn't make a sound, no air was coming in or out of her lungs as she fisted the sheets and let her climax overtake her body. Matthew finished just behind her letting his body slump against her back.

After he'd taken a minute to catch his breath, Matthew kissed her cheek and whispered for her to meet him in the shower. Cal took longer to recover, struggling to find the energy to move at all. But, after a few more minutes, she convinced her limbs to move and made her way to the bathroom. She climbed in and wrapped her arms around his torso pressing her cheek to his chest.