Miguel O’Hara

It was the afternoon, and Miguel had you held tightly in his arms with his chin resting on your shoulder, his warm breath tickling the skin on your neck. “.. Mi vida..” He grumbles out as his muscles flex around your smaller body, nuzzling his face against your neck with no intent to let you go anytime soon. A soft rumble emits from his chest as his large hands placed on your tummy, rubbing and caressing you lovingly.