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"yeah, mamãe, i'm okay." luara spoke into her phone to her mother as she entered the house, looking around, seeing if anyone was there, but there wasn't.
"are you sure, anjo? are you two alright?"
luara sighed, pulling her heels off, "yes, we are. better than before, actually. i swear to you. so– please try to feel better about it as well."
she heard her mother exhale on the other line, "okay, alright. i'll let you go. te amo."
"te amo." she replied, hanging up the call. she started to reply to some messages as she made her way up the stairs, not looking up from her phone.
as she typed, she paused at the bedroom door, concentrated on her replies. she wasn't paying much attention to anything else around her, but a pair of arms snaking around her waist pulled it back. she bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her concentration on her phone as he gently pressed his lips to her bare shoulder.
he rubbed his thumb over where he'd kissed her, as if he was massaging it into her skin, "you look good. where you been?"
"just a photoshoot." she replied bluntly, pushing the bedroom door open and making her way inside.
he let out a small chuckle, following after her and stopping at the edge of the bed with her, returning back to his position with his arms around her waist, "oh, really? is that why you're dressed up?"
she locked her phone and tossed it on the bed, along with her handbag, "yeah."
"so blunt." he rolled his eyes, moving her hair off her shoulder so he could get access to her neck, leaning in to place his lips there, sucking and biting at her skin, "missed you."
"mhm." she nodded with a small chuckle, smiling, "i can tell."
"want me to show you?" he grinned devilishly against her, moving her hair off her other shoulder, and resuming his kisses to that part of her neck, trailing up to her jaw, "make you feel good while i'm at it?"
she grinned, leaning into him with a hum, "why, you want me?"
he hummed into her ear, tilting her head to the side to him, leaning into her lips, but stopping just above them, "i always want you."
she looked down to his lips, placing her hand on his jaw and biting down softly on his lower lip. she didn't kiss him, but let go of it, rubbing her thumb over it, "well, not just yet. you have a phone call in a little bit, no?"
his expression fell, eyes flicking back up to her eyes from her lips, "yeah, in a little bit."
he tried to lean in, to capture her lips with his, but she pulled back, "after your phone call."
he licked over his lips, tilting her around so she was fully facing him, and cupped each side of her jaw with his hands, leaning back in. still, she pulled back with a chuckle.
"after your phone call." she backed away from him, walking into the closet with him staring back at her.
he was straining against his joggers so much that he felt he might break the fabric, even though it was stretchy. she looked so good, and she'd been on his mind all day. more specifically, her touch, her body, the way she bounced on top of him, the way she looked when he was sat between her thighs, lips coated in the sheen of her cum. he'd been sat in front of his computer, playing some game with his friends, when he got a notification of his snapchat flashbacks. as he was tapping through it, a few pictures of her popped up, from 2014.
at first, it was a picture of him with his arms around her shoulders, stood behind her, lips pressed to the corner of hers. then, it was her grinning at the camera, laid on top of him with her forehead pressed to his, head titled toward the camera. the other few were a little more sexual than the others. her eyebrows were curved, mouth open slightly as he was playing with her breasts, kissing and licking at them. in another, she was on top of him, face nuzzled into his neck. obviously, they were in the middle of something, because he looked on the verge of a climax, they were both hot and sweaty, and they both weren't wearing anything with her boobs pressed against his bare chest.
it was their phase of taking photos during sex, and he remembered looking at them every time they were apart, getting himself off to it. it was all he could think about all day, and his body was basically begging for her.
"come on, lua." he walked after her, "don't you want me? don't you want me to make you feel good, huh?"
she spun round to face him, a grin on her face, "yes, but not right now."
"doesn't matter about the phone call, you come first always. i'll do you right here, come on, meu amor." he placed his hands on her waist, finally managing to pull her in for a kiss.
