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"good actually," he spoke over the phone, using his shoulder to hold it to his ear, "it's healing quick. doesn't hurt as much."
luara balled her hands into fists, clenching the bedsheets in her fingers. her cheek was pressed against the mattress as he pounded into her doggy-style, bending her over, yet still talking over the phone as if nothing was going on. she squeezed her eyes shut, using everything in her to not make a sound. she hated having to keep quiet. she preferred to be loud, because if she was quiet, she couldn't enjoy it properly. still, with him, it was sending waves of numbing pleasure through her veins, despite not doing what she wanted.
"mm– ngh–" he grunted in response to whoever was on the other line, and she almost cracked an amused grin that he nearly gave himself up with his own noises, "luara?"
she muffled a moan into the sheets at the sound of her name spilling from his mouth, and it must've been quite loud, because he dug his fingers into her hips, and reached his other hand around to her mouth, covering it.
"yeah she's good." he swiftly swatted at her ass cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to her bare shoulder, the only thing between her mouth and the phone being him, "she's really good."
her eyebrows curved as she tilted her head to look at him, bringing a hand up to his jaw, overwhelmed with the way he was effortlessly thrusting into her.
"you wanna talk to her? i'm sure she'd– she'd wanna know about it."
she moved her hair that was sticking to her forehead out of her face, shaking her head. she was beginning to lose control of her eyes, and her legs were getting achy and tingly. she was getting close, really close. so close that she wanted to scream out loud, but he was pressing the phone to her ear.
"hel–hello?" she stuttered out, bringing her hand up to his wrist, squeezing it as hard as she could whilst he held the phone to her ear. as he did so, he moved her hair over to her other shoulder, free hand roaming from her sides to her hips, then round to her clit, rubbing circles over it. his lips pressed to her shoulder blades, kissing and licking up to her neck and her jaw, biting down on her skin, claiming her as his.
"hello, luara, how are you?"
meanwhile with neymar's personal trainer on the phone, neymar was driving her insane. she was overstimulated with it all. himself moving inside of her, his fingers rubbing at her clit, his kisses on her skin, tongue swirling over it, leaving a glossy trail, and most of all, not being able to make a sound.
"good– so good." she tilted her head, letting her eyes fall shut in concentration as he kisses along her jaw, words almost coming out in a moan, but with a quick bite, she sucked in a breath, regaining what little she had left of her normalness.
"that's good to hear. you two, uh, doing okay too?"
she hummed, sounding slightly sexual, but she didn't care at that point, feeling her climax bubble in her stomach, "yeah, yeah, of course. listen, umngh, i'm gonna– i have to go, i'm getting a call."
"okay, it was nice talking to you, luara."
she stumbled out a 'you too' before pushing the phone back to neymar and arching her back slightly, moving her hand to cling onto his bicep, wanting him to hurry up on the phone so she could get what she wanted. she felt him twitch inside of her a little, and felt him tense around her. he was getting close too, she could tell, and he was starting to stumble over his words like she did.
he rushed to finish the call up, and as soon as he did, he pushed it off he bed, hearing it drop on the hardwood floor with a loud clang. he didn't care, though, and neither did she. she let out a large moan, reacting to him as she wanted, not having to be quiet anymore. just as her orgasm began to course through her, he cupped her jaw with the hand she was previously clinging onto, and pulled her lips to his. with the feel of her struggling to kiss him back, he bit down onto her bottom lip, cumming inside of her, filling her up to the brim.
she moaned into his mouth, and he furrowed his brows, pushing further against her lips to be connected to her in as many ways as he could whilst he came. he slowed his thrusts to a stop, and after a few moments of sitting still inside of her, he rested his forehead on her shoulder and pulled out of her. she went limp in his arms, breathing heavily, a light coat of sweat over her forehead.
he lifted his forehead from her shoulder, and pressed out-of-breath kisses to her cheek, "you okay, linda?"
she gave a light nod, "mhm."
he moved more hair out of her face, "tão linda. all the time, yeah?"
she smiled, pulling his lips to hers in a quick kiss, "i love you, baby."
