#pensandote

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“Hace tiempo no te veo y hoy tengo ganas de recordar”

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Description: Miguel and you had to be apart due to a mission he needed to take care of. Usually, it would only take a couple of hours or days. But this time it had been longer than the two of you had expected. It was starting to take a toll on the both of you…;)

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He’s Spider-Man.

Of course, he had to be away from you at some point.

It could be a couple of hours or even days.

But no.

This time he was gone for weeks. Months even.

It was beginning to get to both of you.

The text messages and calls were beginning to get a little more sexual. A little more needy. And a lot more imagery.

You’d often send a couple of pictures of yourself with the pretty, lacey lingerie he had bought you. He could only imagine the things he could be doing to you right now through his screen. But here he was in a whole different dimension away from you. 

He’d stroke himself at the simple thought of you.

How you’d tease him. Taste him. Wrap around him so tightly.

Biting his lip at the video you sent him of yourself dressed in the black babydoll nightgown that he loved so damn much. He thrusts as if you were right there with him. His hand only being able to satisfy him so much. It was frustrating just how much he was fantasizing about you. 

Every day nearing his return you were becoming more and more impatient. Purposefully wearing lingerie under normal clothes in case he came home early. 

It wasn’t until today. 

You lay on the couch half asleep, anticipating his arrival. The dark room blended in with the delicate black slip dress draped over your curves that you saved just for him. It was seemingly like any other day in which he wouldn’t be coming home. It was late and you were barely holding on. The sleepiness was taking over. The soft pitter-patter of the rain lulling you to sleep.

From the bedroom, the hum of his portal opening echoed in the empty room. He stepped in, sighing in relief that he was finally home. The tiredness and aching of his muscles were completely ignored as his large frame strode into the room, desperately searching for you.

Noticing you weren't in bed, his heart dropped.

He quickly leaves the bedroom, almost running into the living room. 

His eyes scan the dark room, a soft glow coming from the TV where you lay sound asleep. A smile tugs on his lips as he quietly but quickly makes his way over to your sleeping figure.

His eyes looked over your peaceful features, the way your lips part, the way you cling to something in your sleep, and the incoherent mumbles falling from your lips. It caused a warmth to seep through his body at the sight.

He couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face as he knelt beside you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“Mi vida…” He whispers, not wanting to scare you. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You continue sleeping peacefully, he chuckled softly. 

“Princesa…” He whispers again, a small groan leaving your lips at the sound. His hand gently caresses the plushness on your thigh. The touch itself wakes you more.

“Hmm?...” You hum, squinting to see who disturbed your peaceful sleep. Grumbling again, your hands move up to rub your eyes before your vision focuses again.

There he was. 

What the fu-

“Miggy?” Almost baffled to have him in front of you, you almost think you're hallucinating. Reaching out to caress his cheek, making sure he’s real. Your voice is soft and laced with surprise. “You’re home?”

“Si, mi vida.” He chuckles and kisses the palm of your hand, leaning in closer to your touch. “Ya regrese…”

“Eres real?” You speak quickly, the sleepiness completely gone as his presence seems to consume you. He nods at your question, a small grin tugging at his lips. 

“Claro que si, mi vida…” Purring softly, he closes the gap between the two of you, pressing a short peck to your lips. Sighing in delight, still dazed from his arrival, you bring him closer. 

“Te extrañe tanto,” You whisper against his lips. Wanting to sit up, you lift yourself but are quickly held back by him.

“Quedate asi princesa…” He whispers, moving to hover over you. “No te muevas.” 

The excitement and tension mixed in the living room, tuning out everything surrounding them. His gaze traces your now-awakened features before tracing down to your curves. That's when the realization hits. 

The black slip dress you were wearing. The lace trim of the hem grazed your thighs as it barely managed to cover the lace panties beneath it.

He gulps the view of yourself breathtaking. 

He reaches out and slowly runs his hand along your exposed thighs, slowly spreading them apart. He leans down and nuzzles against your neck, speaking softly. “Te extrañe mucho mas amor…”

Sucking in a shaky breath, your hands run down his body. Feeling every curve and muscle that twitched under the touch.

Those touches were unspoken words between the two of you. His dazed eyes locked on yours as if you were going to disappear. The touches lingering almost seemed to send soft shocks through your bodies. You smile, leaning forward to peck his lips before letting your head fall back on the couch cushion. 

“Déjame compensar el tiempo que estuve lejos de ti…” He murmurs, his hands tracing light patterns over the skin of your thighs, his touch possessive, as if trying to memorize your form with his fingers. They slip further. Pushing the thin, lace material of your panties to the side, stroking your folds gently.

“Miguel..” You suck in a shaky breath before the back of your hand covers your lips. His eyes stray from yours down to your core, his fingers slowly dipping further into your wetness. He curses under his breath at the sight of how well you quiver under him.

Pulling them out, he pushes his face between your thighs and presses kisses on the soft flesh. “Te cuidare princesa.” He whispers against your heat before feasting on you. 

“He estado separado de ti por demasiado tiempo…” He continues, he grips your hips tightly, keeping you in place while you squirm. Your moans and whines mixed as you clung to the couch cushions until he had his fill of you. His cock twitching at the sounds leaving your lips. “M-Miguel…estoy muy sensitiva…” You whimper. 

He licks his lips, smirking at the sound of your pleading voice. “Lo se princesa perdoname…tenme paciencia…” He whispers as he lifts himself, deactivating his suit as he holds his aching cock. He positions himself between you. Gripping your hips, he presses his tip up to your core, teasing the sensitive flesh. 

Your back arches slowly at the small contact, your hips pushing forward to feel more. “Deja de jugar.” You mutter under your small pants. Your semi-annoyed yet longing expression makes him grin. 

“Tan impaciente.” He chuckles, letting his cock slowly slip in, sinking deeper and deeper until your thighs start quivering. You cry out in pleasure while his hips bucking against you furiously. “Te extrañe!” You moan, managing to form the words. He moans, his face contorting in pleasure. “Y yo a ti, mi vida…te amo…te amo.” He chants, burying his face against your shoulder, his hands gripping your breasts as he continues to thrust into you. 

“Te amo!” You sputter, responding to his chanting. He grins, pinching the hardened buds of your breasts. “Repitemelo princesa.” He demands, his pace quickening.

You twitch under the sudden pinch and let out a soft gasp. Unable to muster up the words, one of his hands frees your breasts, dipping down to your sensitive clit. He rubs slowly on the nub, making you quiver more than before. “Dime, princesa…” He coos into your ear.

“Te amo…” You sigh in pleasure as your release coats his cock. Satisfied by your response, he leans forward and gently kisses your shoulder. “Siempre mia…” He rasps before burying himself deep and releasing inside of you. 

You both held each other, taking each other's warmth. Catching your breath, your hand cups his cheek. “Welcome home amor…” You smile warmly, your chest slightly heaving.

Something flickered in his gaze. Taking in a shaky breath he grins. His hands tightly grip your hips again as he pulls back before thrusting back in again.

“Miguel!” You cry out, the sensitivity from your still lingering high manages to send a shock through your body.

“Lo siento, mi vida…Pero es que te extrañe tanto…” He grunts, his pace remaining slow and gentle this time, which doesn't last long enough. His thrusts become deeper and more persistent. He moans as he feels your core tightening around him, urgently chasing another release.

“Llevo todo el maldito dia pensándote…” He groans. “Cada dia, cada noche, cada segundo en el que no estuve junto a ti…” His deep voice rumbled, not stopping for even a second. The lude faces you were making along with the sounds leaving your lips were only fueling him further. His name leaving your lips like a prayer. Wanting nothing but to see and hear more. To make you feel good.

He was devoted to making you feel good before himself.

“Cum for me, mi vida…” He encourages, his fingers circling your swollen clit. His eyes scanned all over your body as you wither beneath him, his heart thumping quicker at the sight.

His urgent thrusts and touches send you over the edge again. Groaning as he feels your release, his own coming again. “Mi amor…” He buries himself deeper until he’s left shuddering from another high.

“Ha…Miggy.” You whimper, lazily wrapping your arms around his neck. He continues to thrust slowly, his hands keeping you in place. 

“Te amo, mi vida y siempre te amare…” He whispers, his voice filled with love and devotion. “Siempre volveré a ti…”

“Quiero que siempre regreses a mi…” You reciprocate, cock drunk from the back-to-back rounds. There was nothing else you could focus on but him. 

He growls in approval, burying himself into your wetness again until you both are left breathless and star-struck again. 

Collapsing gently on you, he nuzzles against your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he catches his breath. You giggle tiredly, “Esto no es un sueño verdad?” You whisper, tracing patterns on his back.

He smiles against your skin, “No es un sueño, mi vida…Soy yo de verdad…” He reassures softly, pressing a small kiss to your neck. “Estoy en casa…Contigo…Donde deberia de estar.” 

“Ahorita me cuentas como te fue.” You say, exhaling in relief.

He smiles softly, stroking your arm, his eyes fluttering shut as the tiredness from before is catching up now. “No te preocupes, mi vida.” He says. “Te contare todo… por ahora descansa conmigo…” His voice grew drowsy.

You simply nod, smiling down at the giant man who is now softly snoring on your chest. “Te amo.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of his head while running your hand through his hair.

He was finally home with his home.