Watermelon

Cutting Onions

[spicy]

Camila let her eyes drift shut, fully relaxing against the mattress. It was early; the morning sun was reflecting off of the freshly-fallen white blanket of snow outside, lighting their entire bedroom through the window.

Shawn laid between his wife's legs, his arms wrapped possessively around each of her thighs. He was taking his sweet time with her — keeping the movements of his tongue against her soft and slow. Camila loved it, but was desperately craving more. She tangled her fingers into his hair and tried pushing him against herself just a little more. She rolled her hips, grinding against his face. She could practically feel him smirking against her skin.

"You're being kind of greedy this morning."

"We don't have that much time," Camila whispered breathlessly.

It was true. The kids would be awake any minute, and Maggie specifically wasn't the most patient when it came to letting her parents have privacy — especially in the morning.

"Fair enough," Shawn mumbled against her. Camila whimpered, feeling every movement of his tongue as they became a little less soft and a little less slow.

"That feels so good," she whispered. His sucked her swollen clit between his lips, the tip of his tongue swirling against the sensitive nub. Camila gasped, covering her mouth with her wrist to muffle her moans. He pushed her right to the edge before pulling his mouth away from her and crawling back up her body, shimmying out of his underwear as he did so. Camila wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as close as she possibly could while he pushed his length into her. He kissed her hard. Something about keeping their lips connected while they made love — swallowing all of her moans — turned him on beyond belief.

Shawn rolled her onto her side and snuggled up behind her, sliding back into her while they spooned. He kissed her neck and her face and any part of her that he could reach while thrusting into her. It didn't take long after switching positions for Camila to find her orgasm. Shawn fell apart just moments after her, emptying himself into her while his mouth stayed fixed on her neck.

"I better not see a hickey there," Camila giggled breathlessly when he finally pulled away. Shawn examined the area, brushing his fingertips over the area of skin he had just been kissing.

"I don't see anything...yet."

"If I end up with a hickey the day that my parents are flying into town, I just might return your Christmas present."

Shawn snorted. "Okay well that's just rude—" He rolled out of bed and clumsily pulled on the pair of sweatpants he had tossed aside the night before. "You want the bathroom first?"

"No," Camila yawned. "You can go first. I need a nap."

"You're cute," Shawn chuckled, kissing his wife on the nose before walking into the bathroom to pee and shower.

Miraculously, Maggie and Jace were both still sound asleep by the time Shawn and Camila had finished showering and getting ready for the day. Camila decided to make them a nice, big breakfast — one of her favorites. In four separate bowls, she spooned out some rice, black beans, avocado, and topped each with a fried egg — two eggs for Shawn and Jace. She added cilantro, lime juice, sliced jalapeño, and some cotija cheese. She did leave the jalapeños off of Maggie's breakfast, though. While Camila wanted the little girl to love the little green peppers as much as she did, she still didn't feel quite comfortable giving Maggie food that may be too spicy. So she left them off for now. By the time she had finished their breakfasts, Jace was walking into the kitchen.

"Oh, fuck yeah." Jace clearly approved of the breakfast she had made. Camila was proud that it had become one of his favorites.

"Daddy! Jace just said a bad word! I heard it." Maggie told Shawn while they were in her room making her bed. Jace and Camila both laughed, overhearing the tattling from the kitchen. The teenage boy took his bowl and sat on the couch, turning on the TV and flipping through the channels until he found one of the Fast and Furious movies playing. Despite the movie being half over, he figured it was good enough background noise while he ate so he kept it on. Maggie came running out about a minute later, her messy curls bouncing in every single direction.