bf!miguel always feels the strong primal urge to lick you. you smell heavenly to him and taste like the sweetest honey. every time you’re next to him, your pheromones drive his heightened senses insane.
cooking? he’s coming up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and face shoved into your hair. “mmhm baby. smells so good,” he mumbles. you giggle “i’m just chopping vegetables miguel. i don’t know how that would smell good.” he groans into your hair. “not talking about the food. i’m talking about you.” his steady inhales against your neck and ears are already having an effect on you. his deep husky voice on top of that? your clit is pulsing his name in morse code. you feel a small experimental lick at the base of your neck. a gentle whisper of “so sweet” falls from miguel’s lips. “miguel~ i’m cooking,” you pout. “i know baby. i’m hungry for something else” he growls. just when you’re about to protest, his warm and wet tongue trails from your collarbone to your ear. it’s enough to make your eyes shut and whine under your breath. dinner can wait.
miguel could tease you for an eternity if it meant he could keep hearing your whines and whimpers as you writhe against him. you’re sitting on his lap facing him. his one hand is holding both your wrists behind your back. other hand holding your hips down, firm against the large heavy tent in his pants. he’s been licking at your sensitive ears for fifteen minutes now, just teasing and breaking you down. “stop moving baby” he whispers into you. his hot breath against your wet ears makes your brain fuzzy. “miggy please- ah~” you cry out as he sucks an ear lobe into his mouth. his hard pulsing tent pressing against your clit makes you ache that much more for him. “i said stop moving.”
miguel licks you through your panties before eating you out. if you ask him why, he’ll smirk and say it’s just table manners. you both know it’s because he’s obsessed with you and a perv. when he lifts your skirt up and sees you’re already soaked and your panties are half transparent, he can’t help but flatten his tongue and lick a long stripe up to your clit. his eyes roll back moaning at the taste of you.
sex with miguel is overwhelming. the emotions and the pleasure messes with your brain and body. hot tears stream down your face as his large cock pistons in and out of your sloppy pussy. his body weight on you making you numb and dizzy. your hand is limp between his fingers but he’s still holding yours like you might float away. his other hand holds your face still, squishing your cheeks to maintain eye contact. then his tongue darts out and licks the tears staining your face. “so pretty for me. fucked dumb already baby? that good? say it to me. tell me who’s fucking you good” he groans. god you feel like your brain is melting.
you always know when miguel is about to cum while fucking you. his head tucks between your neck and your collar. tongue coming out to lap at your skin, prepping you for his bite. his tongue is so hot, wet, and soft. the taste of your skin and sweat coats his taste buds. “god i love you. so good. taste so sweet. how do you taste so good- fuck. mine. all mine. love you so much.” he growls before opening his mouth wide and biting down on your neck. the pain and the intensity triggering your own orgasm. he groans against your skin and shudders as he fills you up. as you come down from your high you feel his cum seep out of your pussy while he slowly grinds his spent cock in and out of you. he continues gentle licks over his bite mark to soothe the pain.
