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Miguel can't remember how long he's had his head buried between your thighs for now. Only that it's there, and he doesn't dare to think about pulling away anytime soon. You taste fucking divine, so he'll gladly stay like this for the rest of your lives if that's what you want. Working his tongue over you slowly, occasionally pushing it in to earn a gasp, while his large hands absent-mindedly grope at your hips and thighs. He loves you, loves this. Absolutely adores doing whatever he can to make your life a little easier and express his devotion in the most physical way he knows how.
Especially when those crimson irises flick up to you now. You're sat half-slumped in the armchair, brow knitted and eyes closed, head relaxed back so beautifully. It's such a stark contrast compared to when you first came in the door. When you looked just about ready to rip some poor asshole's tie off and strangle them with it. When you'd stopped cursing under your breath and kicking your shoes off to take him up on the offer of some 'relief', and then promptly dragged him forward by the hair when he was finally on his knees in front of you.
You tug lightly again now, hips subconsciously grinding forward a little. Of course, he eagerly obliges. Looping his arms under your thighs and taking stronger hold of your waist, he doubles his efforts. His nose does most of the work pressed so firmly against that precious bundle of nerves, but his mouth employs equal fervor in bringing you closer to a blissful orgasm.
The breathy moans and shuddered expletives you let out are all the motivation he needs, and he doesn't stop even as you're cumming into his mouth. No. Instead he works you through it, loosing some satisfied noises of his own while you weakly buck and grind against his face.
When you do at last settle he pulls off, face an absolute mess with you.
"Better, amor?" he asks in a quiet rumble.
You're not in any state to properly respond, exhausted and now teetering on being a bit fucked out while you bask in the afterglow, but you hum appreciatively and give a small thumbs up. His mouth tugs into a smile at the sight.
"Good."
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