morning sex with miguel
miguel always wakes up earlier than you and on the weekend often just lays in bed next to you, just admiring your company as he watches your angelic face slumped against the pillow.
after a while he starts getting impatient for your awakening, resting his face in your shoulder and embracing you from behind. “mama, mami…” he murmurs against your ear, nibbling it and planting kisses against your neck. you groan annoyingly at his affectionate gestures.
“ya está tarde, despiértate….. por favor….” he whispers, as you feel the tent in his shorts nudge against the plump of your ass.
you secretly enjoy when he’s right up against you like this all clingy and touchy, but equally as irritated at him for interrupting your beauty sleep.
you try to stop him by covering your head with the blanket. he chuckles softly, “mmm dont be like that baby" he mutters with a grin on his face.
he pulls down the blanket revealing your sleepy face, kissing your cheeks and face repeatedly. you peer your eyes open at him and frown. "let me sleep miguelll" you whine, "i did mi amor” he mutters in between kisses, “its noon"
you sulk, turning your head to look at him as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “you’re so beautiful” he murmurs. “you couldn’t have waited to tell me that after i woke myself up?” you scoff. “mmm i could’ve, but that would’ve taken too long” he smirks.
you turn your head back as your eyes begin shutting again, making him sigh. “come onnn, don’t go back to sleep” he groans. “i’ll make us some breakfast, yeah?” he says softly as he tried to convince you to get up. you rub your eye and yawn, “finee just, give me a minute” you mutter. “alright”
miguel strokes your shoulder, feeling your soft skin. “mi niña linda” he murmurs against your ear, grabbing onto your waist. you push your body back closer to him, almost hinting that you want him to touch you more. he slowly starts trailing his hand up under your shirt. a whimper escapes your mouth once he reaches your tits, bringing a smirk onto his face. “te gusta como te tocó?” he whispers as lightly massaging your boob.
he circles his thumb on your nipple making your thighs squeeze together. the trail of neck kisses he gives you making you let out soft noises. “miguel” you whimper. “hm? what do you need?” he coos, bringing his hand down to your inner thigh. “want you, please” you say in that sweet tone that he loves so much, as you reach your hand behind you to tug on his waistband.
“shit” he mutters under his breath, watching the way you manage to pull his hard cock out from his shorts. your soft hand pumps him a couple times before he does it himself. you pull your shorts and panties down in the meantime, and shortly after he lifts your leg up, positioning himself in between your thighs.
once he slides inside you he thinks he’s gonna pass out. your warm cunt wrapped around him, pulling him in so deep. he’s practically thanking the universe that you’re all his.
he thrusts up into you from behind as he keeps you steady, your leg raised up with one hand and the other on your hip. “feel so good baby, fuck” he mutters. you moan at his praises as he fucks you nice and slow from behind, kissing you and worshiping your face and body. soon enough he’s shooting ropes of warm cum inside you, groaning in your neck as he fills your sweet cunt.
he slowly slides out of you and kneels up on the bed, getting on top of you as he lines himself up in you again with your legs on his shoulders. “i’m not done with you hermosa, want you to cum f’ me” he says, making eye contact with you.
let’s just say breakfast was delayed for an hour or so!
