“Someone’s early,” Jess muttered, focusing on her workspace.
“Mmhm,” you agreed, eyes flickering up from your own screen with a smile.
“Come on. We got stuff to do.”
“Stuff.” Your nose scrunched as you got up, closing out your screens.
“Yeah, stuff,” he insisted, tossing you a look that told you to hurry it up, his impatience flaring at his nostrils as his eyes trailed down your body, his jaw clenched.
Laughing softly, he pulled you out of the office. You both swung quickly to his apartment. He chased after you on his webs as you glided through the city, diving into unnecessary streets. He launched after, pulling you out and putting you back on track. You laughed the whole time, sensing his frustrated desire to get back home.
He kept nibbling on your ear, pulling you into his side playfully and earning a copious amount of giggles. You pushed him off gently as we entered the lobby of his building, but his hand slithered around your waist and kept you joined to him.
“Good afternoon, Mr. O’Hara!”
“Mmhm,” he hummed, hand sliding down to my lower back. The second the elevator doors pulled closed, you pecked his lips. His hand slid lower than your back, squeezing the flesh of your ass. He pressed kisses to both of your cheeks.
“Hermosa, I’ve been thinking of you all day.” His words skimmed over your skin, settling on your neck and heating your whole face.
“Have you?”
He nodded and the elevator reached his floor. He pulled you right to the bedroom. You squealed as he pushed you onto the bed, attacking you instantly with kisses. His lips slid over your jaw and down to your neck. Groaning as his lips planted in the crook of your neck, you squirmed gently underneath him. He pinched your side and you jumped. His mouth smiled against you and he began nibbling softly on the flesh of your neck. His hand moved up and down your body, teasing the skin of your thigh through your clothes.
“Miggy,” you whispered, fingers tangling in his hair. It was getting hard to focus as his hand pulled your legs apart and then drifted away.
“Mi araña,” he whispered back. His fingers slipped under your shirt, pulling. “Araña tan hermosa.”
You helped him pull your shirt off and he tossed it to the side of the room. His eyes stared down at you… hungrily. His claws flexed out and he tore off your bra. You gasped at the chill, which didn’t last long.
“Hermosa,” he mumbled, kissing down your exposed collarbone. His hand moved up from your side and you groaned gently as it cupped your breast. You whined as his fingers just skimmed around your nipple, never actually touching the hardened nub. He moved down, kissing the slope of your breast and finally—you jerked softly as something cold flicked your painfully hard nipple. Your eyes snapped open to find his mouth attached to your breast. Teeth grazed and you moaned softly.
Your legs clenched, hips sliding up. His fingers began rolling your puffy nipple between them, earning another tiny moan as heat flickered inside you like a rolling puddle, just spilling out. The noise made him smile and you flushed.
“Miggy, please,” you breathed, nails scratching his scalp gently.
He hummed, moving down and practically tearing down your pants. He pushed your knees apart, cupping a hand to your clothed core. Squeaking, you rolled your hips.
“Coño,” he cursed softly. “You’re soaked, hermosa.”
Blood rushed to your cheeks as he accused you, eyes flickering between your face and your cunt. He pressed his hand again, a finger sliding up and down the outline of your folds. You jerked into his touch and he smiled.
His fingers slipped into the hem of your panties and he pulled them down. He groaned, sliding a finger in easily and making a wet noise. You moaned as his finger curled, the ghost of his name trapped in your throat.
“So wet for me,” he murmured teasingly. Your cheeks heated and you felt him push another finger through your folds.
“Miggy,” you hummed, voice high and begging.
“Uh huh? Fuck, hermosa, you take my fingers so well.”
Your core tightened and hips bucked when he began pumping and curling, turning your mind to mush.
“Are you gonna cum on my fingers?” His voice sounded rougher, fixed. “Is that all it takes?”
You groaned, back arching off the bed as he quickened his pace. He suddenly pulled his fingers and you whined, glaring down as you felt the emptiness and the heat.
His fingers were sucked into his mouth and he pulled them out after a moment.
“Carajo, cariña,” he cursed softly. He pulled out of his own clothes in a moment and you keened, feeling his tip press against your folds. You could… when you moved your hips up slightly, you could feel the large bulb of him.
“Fuck, Miggy,” you huffed, head heavy and hole empty. You felt him adjust himself and your hips lifted further, sliding his tip just past your folds. Your whole body shivered, tensing. It felt like a rising breath, a buildup of air in your chest.
You both groaned as he sunk into you with impeccable lack of speed.
“So warm, querida… you feel so good,” he groaned, hovering over you. His lips attached to your breast, tongue curling around your nipple.
“Miggy, move,” you whined, hips bucking and getting a pinch of relief. “Please.”
He pulled out and slowly pushed back in, stretching out your walls so nicely. He kept moving and your hands pressed to the angled muscles of his back. You found his shoulder blades and felt them shift with each thrust.
“S-So good,” you panted as he sped up, hips slapping against yours. You moaned, fangs stretching and landing in my bottom lip as he burned his kiss into you
“Yeah?” He grunted, snapping his hips back to you and reaching so far. “Hermosa… you’re taking me so well. Mi araña más buena and her pretty pussy.”
You whimpered at his words in your ear. “Fuck.”
“Te miras, being so good for me.”
He reached down and his thumb found your clit. Your hips bucked, slamming into his. You moaned as his thumb continued to swipe circles. Your movements stuttered and you felt the bubble in my stomach tighten.
“Mi—fuck, Miguel.”
He grunted in your ear, jaw clenched. He sped up and you gasped, body quaking as it hit you like a fucking train. You whined, nails tearing into his back as your entire body shook and fell apart at him. He groaned, letting out a soft, barely audible moan as your walls clenched around him. Your nails dug in as he continued to fuck you mercilessly. You buried your face in his shoulder as he moved roughly, chasing… fangs sliding against his skin but never piercing.
“Ah, jo-joder, princesa,” he grunted and warmth poured into you. You groaned as he collapsed, cock still inside you. “Hermosa, por favor, remove your claws.”
You tore my hands away quickly. “Ah, sorry.”
He breathed heavily, finally pulling out as the pulses of your walls stopped. You hissed at the emptiness. His lips found yours and you moved lazily to kiss him back.
He pulled away and left for the bathroom. He came back with a warm, wet towel that he washed your damp core with, swiping at your folds gently and still earning tremors. He kissed your knees before returning to the bed.
“Good night, mi araña.”
You hummed, eyes shut as you scooted to cuddle with him. “Good night, Miggy.”