Football Smuts

Richarlison

He walks us down the pool steps, and his hands stay glued to mine even in the water. He peppers heavy kisses alongside my neck and collarbone, forcing me to produce light whimpers. The kiss was frantic. My legs still are wrapped around his, trying to relieve any friction. He pecked me on my cheeks and nose, then chinned before kissing me on my lips. Tongues grazing and biting my bottom lip, a raspy groan emitted from his throat, making my back arch from the pool wall. We pull back from each other and take in each other's state. I look at him, a slender silver chain hanging from his neck.

Richarlison re-positioned me, so I was right on top of him. His hand ran through my navel, caressing my skin, eventually travelling to the curve of my lower back. His hand touched the button of my bikini top, and he looked at me.

"Can I?" He whispered, I nodded embarrassingly fast, hoping it would satisfy his question, but it didn't. "Use your words, princesa." He said, with a stupid grin on his face.

"Please," I said a little under a whisper, shame coursing through my body at my eagerness. His eyes stared solely at my lips as I commented. Biting back down a smirk, he made his way to my back. I leaned down to his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me to unhook each button. My skin came in close contact with his chain, stinging my skin with its frigid touch. He was smooth with each clasp, soothing every fragment of exposed skin left under my top cover.

Once I finally removed my top, he embraced my chest and began to leave love bites in the valley of my breasts. Shuddering moans left my mouth involuntarily, which in turn, made Richarlison ridiculously lustful. He shifted under me, and his chain glistened against the city lights. He noticed my staring, and I realised my slight obsession with it.

Before getting to react, he unclipped the chain and clipped it around my neck.

"Fuck. It looks better on you." Richarlison practically groaned out, adjusting the necklace against my breasts. Spontaneously, I picked it up, placed it between my teeth and sucked on it. After popping it out, I could've sworn I heard a weak whimper from him. His hands moved to my lower half, smoothing the material of my swim bikini. He peels my bottoms off me as I look down at his black trunks before quickly unzipping them.

Once it was off, we attached our lips once again, fitting together like the missing puzzles in a puzzle piece. His tongue intertwined with mine, leaving absolutely no room for breathing. His hands moved against my skin frenetically, cupping and squeezing my breasts, making me moan deeply into our kiss. I firmly grabbed onto his broad shoulders, guttural groans leaving his mouth. I shivered at his noises, adjusting my position on him. His head whipped back, breathing heavily.

"Deus, a maneira como você se move deve ser ilegal." (God, the way you move should be illegal.) He stated, completely exasperated, his mouth slack and his eyes glued to our bodies. I smirked confidently, and before I even got to relish in any cockiness or superiority, he grabbed my throat with his ringed hand and began to shift under me, with the pressure of the water creating a sensational feeling. An unmanageable amount of whines and moans left my mouth.

"I hate you." I declaimed in embarrassment at how quickly he could make me submit to him, my head leaning back to the ceiling.

"No, you don't." He replied, grabbing the tip of my jaw with his thumb and forefinger and reconnecting our lips. As we kissed roughly once again, I got off him and submerged him in the water. I pulled him down to meet me underwater, air bubbles floating around our faces; I smiled at him before closing the gap between us. I kiss him again, my hand firmly planted on my jaw and his hands on my love handle.

We emerged from the water, and I practically whined at the lack of touch. "Touch me, please, just touch me."

"You want me to touch you?" He asked shamelessly, wanting to hear me beg. I nodded in response. "Is that so?" Richarlison questioned, cupping my face. "Well, what do you say then?" He whispered, our faces in such proximity that his breathing made my eyelashes flutter.

"Please." I moaned out, my back arching uncontrollably.

"Good girl." He lowered his fingers towards my heat, passed the water, and swiped his fingers through my mess.

"Tão viciante. Why are you so fucking addictive? Your lips," He began kissing me before ripping apart from me. "-addictive. Your skin," His tongue swiped against the skin on my neck. "-addictive. You," Richarlison dragged his hands against the curve of my body seductively. "-so, so fucking addictive."

"Richarlison, I need you in me now." I breathed out, almost in a whisper. If he said anymore, I would come before he correctly even touched me.

He stared into me, silenced by the request I gave him. He bit his lip and opened his mouth to confirm, and I nodded my head before he even finished asking. He turned me around as I faced the city view as he stood behind me. Before I realised he was placing himself in me, a loud and throaty moan erupted from Richarlison's mouth. He felt so good; it didn't even feel real. His hands were on my waist, and my eyes were pinched shut. He guided me, rocking back and forth as I rode him. I brought his chain back to my mouth and bit on the tip of the silver, restricting my noise. Deciding to go at a slightly faster pace, He pounds into me hard, a moan leaving my mouth. He filled me up, and I felt his bulge in my stomach. His hands went to my waist as he ran through his hair and started griping my ass. Another whine left me as I felt his piercing hands on me.

"Tell me how you feel," Richarlison demanded through moans. I don't know if I could speak or if I could. Pure pleasure and bliss took over my body, leaving me no choice but to ignore his request.

One of his hands wrapped around my lower waist, and the other grabbed my neck, squeezing the sides. It felt euphoric, and I was once again moaning. "Princesa, I said tell me how you feel; speak to me."

"Good, Rich. So fucking good." I could practically hear the smug, satisfied smile that formed on his face as he continued pounding into me so hard that tears clouded my vision. Wanting to listen to him vocal again, I began to sink him, making him create the most confounding and intense moan I've ever heard, and I was utterly adhesive to it.

"Oh my God, - Por favour, assim mesmo." (Please, just like that) He groaned hard, the water splashing against our torsos. Somehow, I sank even lower, and his cock confidently reached my G-spot. Before I cried out in intense pleasure, he cupped my mouth to prevent extreme noise from leaving the room. I was still biting on Rich's chain, my red lipstick staining his silver. I bounced up and down his length as he leaned forward, creating a love bite on the left side of my neck as I moaned overtly. I kept bouncing up and down, a ringing clapping noise filling the room with the sounds of our skin. Rich's hands returned to my hips and started slamming me down into him.

"Richarlison, oh my-" I responded to his motion, black mascara-stained tears falling down my cheeks. "I love it when you say my name like that.." He said between pounds.

Before getting to reply, my body shakes and tightens around him as I'm a couple of rides away from coming. "How are you this tight?- Oh-" He muttered in disbelief, his moans thundering throughout the room.

"I'm so close-" I scream, climax reaching me. Richarlison's pace goes faster, slamming into me with force, leaving both of us whimpering.

"Y/N-just come all over me."

My climax hits me, ecstasy spilling out as I come in him. Leaking everywhere, he carried on and groaned with every hit whilst every limb of mine shook. The water suddenly began to feel heavy, and it began to feel like I was floating. Eventually, he came too, with an accompanying booming groan leaving his lips as he filled me up. Every nerve in my body and brain was electrified. My body had temporary paralysis, and my mind could not process the pleasure so fast. I fell backwards into him, shaking in his hold as he wrapped his arms around me. Pulling out of me, I realised how sore I was, but all was forgotten as I was in his hold, showered with Richarlison's kisses.

"That was a great surprise, princesa." He whispered into my ear, kissing the back of my neck.

"Sim," I agreed and turned around to face him, leaving a kiss. "But didn't you score twice today?" He smiles and looks me straight in the eye. "What are you suggesting?" He says, tilting his head.

"Dupla surpresa?"