Matthew could always be sort of rough when it came to sexual intimacy. Despite that, he never fails to take care of you afterward.

You’re now lying in his bed, completely spent. You went three rounds. THREE. Each one seeming rougher than the last. He runs his hand gently up and down your side, still working on catching his breath. His hand moves to your hair, gently running his fingers through it before pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m gonna go get you some water and then we can get you cleaned up.” his voice is soft, comforting. He gets up, going to the kitchen and grabbing water before bringing it back. He guides you to sit up, a pained groan escaping you. He kisses your head.

“Sh… I know, baby. I’m sorry.” he whispers, handing you the water and a pain reliever.