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neymar wanted to make love to luara. to his wife.
they hadn't made love in what felt like forever, they'd just had sex, so this time, he wanted her to know how he felt for her. how much he loved her, despite treating each other like shit for the past few years. even though they'd have to go easy, and she'd have to be on top because of his injury, he still wanted her to feel good.
he ran his hands up her plump thighs, to her sides, all the way up to her breasts. he cupped them with both of his hands, squeezing them lightly whilst pressing soft kisses to her pert nipples, rubbing his thumbs over them. she let out a sigh, running her hand through his messy curls and resting her other hand on his shoulder.
he could feel the cold metal of her ring against his skin, and he leaned back against the headboard with a small smile, pulling her to his lips, "you know i love you."
she raised her brows, "never would've guessed."
he tutted, biting down softly on her bottom lip. one hand was raked into her hair, whilst his other ventured down between her legs, beginning to rub circles over her clit. she sucked in a breath, both at the feel of his teeth, and how he was rubbing over her. she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him back, every now and again struggling a little bit. she could feel the slickness between her thighs intensify, and she rose to her knees, wanting him inside of her already.
his arms lowered to wrap around her waist, and he placed a quick kiss to her collarbone before resting his forehead on her chest and looking down between her breasts. holding onto his shoulders for support, she dug her fingers into his muscles as she lowered herself down on top of him. she knew this time was different, because they were taking it slower than they usually would, and somehow, he was being more sincere with it.
as she sunk down onto him, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he lifted his head, immediately pulling her to his lips again. she moaned into his mouth as she started to move her hips, hands balling into fists in his hair, tugging at it. he held back moans of his own, wanting this to be all about her, not even caring if he didn't get to cum. he always did though, so he wasn't sure why he was thinking that.
"ngh– am i not–" she pulled away from his lips, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as she tugged on his hair, pulling his head back to face her, "aren't i pleasing you, baby? not– not making you feel good?"
he shook his head quickly, moving some hair out of her face, "you're making– making me feel so good, meu amor. like always, huh? you're so beautiful."
"you're quiet." her eyes were half-shut, trying her best to stop them from rolling to the back of her head as she bounced on top of him, feeling every inch of him push against her favourite spot. she moved a hand to cup his jaw instead, thumb running over his wet lips, gazing down at them in concentration, upset that not a sound was slipping through them.
he grinned, accidentally letting out a small moan of his own, but upon watching the quick loss of control of her eyes, and the way her brows curved, mouth opening to an 'o' shape just at the sound of him, made more slip out.
she hummed out a moan, "you turn me on so bad, baby. you're so fucking fine."
he gripped at her ass cheeks, guiding her over him with a playful grin, "beijo?"
she squinted, still attempting to keep control of her eyes as she stared at his lips, becoming more turned on by the second. she licked over her lips, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his in a breathy, but passionate kiss. they were both struggling to kiss each other back because of the overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through their bodies, but their lips were pressed together either way, and that was enough for them.
quicker than she expected, she felt her orgasm course through her. it surprised her, and she moaned loudly into his mouth, tugging at his hair and letting her head fall to his shoulder. she kissed over his tattooed neck as best she could, and he dug his fingers into her squishy flesh. he felt her squeeze around him, feeling her drip all over him. with that, and her soft, plump lips kissing and sucking at his skin, he tensed underneath her, his hot cum spilling out of him, filling her every little crevice to the brim.
panting heavily, bodies sticky with sweat and cum, they relaxed in each other's arms. despite both of them feeling completely exhausted, bodies going limp, they still clung onto each other, as if they were afraid one of them would let go, as if that moment would be over forever in a split second. after a few minutes of getting their breaths back, she rolled off of him, and they slipped down the mattress together, clinging to each other again.
"i can't believe you kept the ring. what did you do that for?"
he exhaled deeply into her hair, "i wasn't gonna just accept that you said no, lua."
"what if we never got back together, though?" she asked quietly, fingers trailing over the tattoos on his bicep.
"go to sleep, lua," he sighed, pulling her closer to him. speaking quietly, "we're meant to be together, meu amor, no one else for me, no one else for you. that's just how it is. not gonna change."
"i know." she smiled into his chest with a soft chuckle, "you gonna come to rio with me, then?"
"you're not going without me."
she exhaled, draping her arm over his torso, "i love you."
