Football Smuts

Just for me - Part 2

She's asked him three times if he had a problem, and each time, the answer was a rather grumpy stop asking stupid things or something along those lines.

"Are you not going to talk to me now?" She asked as she walked into their home and dropped the keys to the small door side table. The silence was getting on her nerves. Both of them were chatty people. They barely ever had quiet moments; even during the films, they kept talking all along.

"I have nothing to say," he huffed with a shrug and dropped his jacket on the couch.

"That is certainly not true. What's your problem, Ney? I'm not a mindreader, you know." She sighed with a shake of her head. If he didn't tell her what his problem was, she wouldn't be able to help him, and she wanted to help, mostly because she hated when he was grumpy as it affected her mood as well.

"You aren't," he snorted, and she knitted her brows in confusion. "You'd have seen how that stylist dude was onto you if you were."

"Wait..." She said slowly, her lips slipping between her teeth to hold back a laugh. "Are you... Are you jealous?"

"Protective of what's mine describes it better." He stated as he started towards her. His eyes darkened, and she could feel her core pulsing in response. "I don't like anyone touching you."

"It was completely..."

"Innocent?" He raised an eyebrow at her. His thumb brushed over her lips, down her jaw, over her neck before his fingers wrapped lightly around her neck. She gasped quietly, her eyes fluttering closed as her head fell back, giving him better access.

"This..." His mouth touched hers, his tongue swiftly running over her trembling lips. "...is mine." She could feel her panties dampening; a soft moan ripped through her as her lips parted, hoping he was ready to give her one of those kisses that turned her knees into jelly.

"This..." His finger travelled down her front, over her collarbone, his nails lightly catching her skin before he pulled her tank top down. Her full breasts spilled out, her nipples hardening under his gaze. His lips wrapped around her nipple, switching from one to the other. "...is mine." He flicked the little bundle of nerves with his tongue, and she lifted to him. "Say it. I want to hear it, babe."

"Yours," she breathed quietly. He was placing soft kisses all over her front, down her stomach and over her waistline. Goosebumps appeared on her skin wherever he touched her. The butterfly kisses were altered with tiny little bites. A smile pulled her lips upwards; he was marking her. No one would see it, no one would know but the two of them, like a secret little message specifically for her and for him to feel proud when he looked at her body and for her to remember he was there with her even when they were apart.

He was on his knees in front of her, driving her further and further into the haze. He grabbed her ass and pulled her hips towards him, his mouth trailing over the very edge of her panties. His thumbs hooked into the hem of the clothing before he swirled the straps around his fist and ripped them off her. Her underwear quickly disappeared in the pockets of his jeans.

His eyes were upon her face all along, holding her gaze captive. There was something primal yet so fiercely charming in what he was doing. He was territorial; she should be telling him that she wasn't his property, but that was the thing; Neymar knew that as well. He knew she was only his for as long as she wanted to, and that was what scared him. He knew that regardless of what the entire world was thinking, she could and would walk out on him if she wanted to. But she didn't want to, ever.

His teeth grazed over the inside of her thighs, left, right, keeping her on edge, his warm breath tickling her skin. Her legs trembled, her hands sneaking something to hold onto, finding his shoulders.

"Mine," he sighed against her soaked middle, and a shiver ran over her. Her nails dug into his skin, marking him the same way he did to her. "Say it." His gaze speared her, so intense she felt light-headed. His index finger and thumb opened her folds like a flower, and he blew on her hot core, making her gasp.

"Yours," she whimpered, lifting her leg over his shoulder, opening herself for him. "All of me." Her head fell back against the wall as his tongue swapped over her wet lips.

Her hips lifted to him instinctively, and he moaned against her, pressing into her tunnel, tasting her slowly, taking his time, driving her mad. Her fingers slipped into his hair, pulling him closer, moving to him, loving the way he treasured her with his mouth. The faster she breath, the hungrier he got. A finger slid into her just as he swirled his tongue around her clit in a small circle, and her breath was caught in her throat for a second.

"Give it to me, baby," he groaned, staring up at her, pushing another finger into her tightness before his lips wrapped around her clit, and he sucked the complex little bundle of nerves into his mouth. She cried out, her legs nearly giving out under her if not for him holding her up. Her eyes closed as she let her climax wash over her body, make her lightheaded.

"You are never as beautiful as these times," he whispered in a rough voice as he stood up. Her fingers stumbled slightly as she tried to open his fly as fast as possible. She needed to feel him in her. His cock fell against her thigh, smearing precum over her.

"It doesn't matter if they stare..." He shook his head slowly, taking her thigh into his hand, lifting it over his waist, his erection pressing against her still pulsing middle.

"Only I get to see this." He thrust into her so powerfully she screamed out, her features transforming from her usual calmness to the harbouring never-ending chase for the edge and over.

"Only I get to see you so raw..." She could tell this wasn't going to last long. He was picking up his pace; his moves were strong, all aimed at the spots that were driving her crazy. His pubic bone rubbed against her clit each time he pressed up against her.

"...so natural..." His fingers were grabbing her waist so tight it almost hurt, but the slight ache just heightened her pleasure.

"Ney..." She croaked, feeling like she was going to lose herself at any second.

"...so lost and so mine." His thumb brushed over the tiny bundle of nerves, and a scream ripped through her, starting from her very core, just like the pleasure that ran across her body, from head to toe. She was clamping down on his cock tight, pulling a long line of cussing out of him as he pushed into her wetness over and over again.

"Please," she moaned in a small voice, and he growled in response; something incoherent left his lips before he buried himself in her all the way and shot his hot load into her. Her body trembled in his arms as he rested his head over her chest.

"I don't like strangers touching you," he mumbled, and she chuckled amused.

"The stylist was gay."

"That's beside the point," he stated before he picked her up and started towards the bedroom to make sure his point got across.