In the thundering rain You stare into my eyes I can feel your hand Movin' up my thighs Skirt around my waist Wall against my face I can feel your lips, ooh
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It was very chilly, as it was the beginning of fall. You wore a white fluffy fur coat, the white hat paring with it, and to finish, a pair of black heels. You knew Miguel was stressed these days, so you brought him some hot coffee. You knew your husband was spiderman, and when you found out you honestly weren't surprised at all. You knew there was no job that could have him not coming home for a week straight. All the spider people absolutely adored you. Your sweet aura, and kind words. Most of all, how you managed to tame your anger issued husband. It cut them a lot of slack. Your shoes clacked as you entered his office.
he turned to see who it was and the tension in his face visibly disappeared, his heart warming. "mi amor, what are you doing here?" he asked, giving you a kiss on the forehead. "you don't want to see me?" you asked playfully, offering him a cup of coffee, as he mumbles a small "gracias"
"Miguel why don't you take some time off, hm? I barely see you at home." you say calmly, your hand reaching to touch his cheek, thumb caressing it, as he leans into your touch. "I can't the multiverse-" you groan as he says a loud what, putting his arms up in a shrugging position "The moments ruined. have a good day amor. bye lyla!" yo wave, your back turned from them, as the hologram smiles and waves back "You really should listen to her miles. SHe just wants the best for you." "I know, but the fate of the multiverse depends on me."
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It was 10:45pm, you sat in your couch, blanket covered your legs, up to your waist, as you read "The Secret History." oldies played in the background on your vinyl record player, the lights off, warm vanilla sugar and pumpkin spice candles lit around the house. You heard the sliding door near the balcony open, and knew it was miguel, a soft smile gracing your features. He seemed to be coming in quietly, thinking you were sleeping. "miguel." You say as he stops in his footsteps like a deer in headlights. "You know theresa door for a reason." "this is way faster, plus I wont stay for long" he replies, kneeling between your legs, looking up at you like a puppy. Your pink and white french acrylic nails raked through his hair, massaging his scalp as he sighed.
He took your wrist, kissing the inside of it, before kissing up to your shoulder, collarbone, neck, jawbone, cheek, and finally your soft plump lips coated in clear gloss waiting for him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as he closed the distance between your lips. His hands rested on your thigh, before slowly inching up to your ass thinking you wouldn't notice, and taking a handful, squeezing it. This made you yelp, drawing away from the kiss. "Miguel." You say raising a brow. "what.." he says feigning innocence as he goes in for another kiss. You stop him in his tracks, putting a hand on his chest "Enough, lemme warm up dinner for you." "I am having my dinner." He grins, fangs slightly showing.
"Miguel."
"Alright, alright." He says standing up, offering you a hand. "I made your favourite, Paella." You smile. "You know I always love your cooking, bonita.. but you would taste even better" "Miguel! tu socio hombre." You snap as he chuckles in response. The mood was light and airy, before Miguel began to speak "I'm gonna be gone for a while. Came to see you one last time" "dios mio, you acting like we won't see each other again miguel. It's okay, amor. You work hard day and night.. I'm just worried that One day you won't come home.." You say making your way around the kitchen island to where he was sitting. "why would I not come home when I have the most beautiful wife waiting for me hm? I'll always come back querido. Always" He says, drawing you in by the waist, enveloping you into another kiss you thought was going to be innocent, but boy you were wrong. He shoved his tongue in your mouth exploring your wet cavers, his hands, massaging and groping your ass, which you let slide this time.
"Love you so much, hermosa." he mumblies into your skin, "wanna feel you" you hum in compliance, as he picks you up bridal style, bringing you to the bedroom gently placing you down on the sheets taking time to admire the angel below him. You curly locks sprawled, nightgown hitched up to your waist, putting you lovely thighs on display. You look at him breathless from the previous kiss, as he brings your ankle up to his lips. Slowly, while keeping his eyes trained on you, he kisses up to your calf, then to your thighs, making his way to your inner thigh. Finally, he reaches the thin piece of fabric covering your heat, and presses a small kiss making you squirm. hooking your underwear to the side he gazes at your leaking cunt before giving it a long lick as you sigh out his name.
He wastes no time, making out with your pussy, his thumb rubbing lazy circles around your clit, tongue plunging in and out of your sopping hole, as you grip his hair pushing his his face deeper. He doesn't mind either, going a considerable amount of time without air is easy to him. He moans at your taste, the vibrations of his voice causing you to shudder, bucking up in his face. 2 fingers are shoved inse, grazing against your sweet spot almost immediately, causing your moans to rise an octave. "Miguel...!" your back arches, tears pricking your eyes. His mouth leaves your cunt making you want him more. "what is it hermosa? tell me what you want." his voice is so sweet, despite his dirty actions. "Want you.." you whine "yeah? alright pretty, ill give you what you want." And you knew it would be a long night.
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You rubbed your eyes awake feeling an empty spot behind you, not that you weren't surprised. you groaned at the ache between your legs, turning your head you saw cute pink flowers in a vase on your nightstand, with a sticky note saying: Have a good day, see you soon mi flor. with a small heart beside it. You smiled taking in the floric scent. You just hoped he'd be home soon.
