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neymar couldn't stop looking at his wife. he was the luckiest man in the world to have a shit relationship with for so many years, yet still marry her.
he'd never felt so much happiness before, he didn't know how to comprehend it. he was so grateful, so happy, so loved, just watching her look around the bedroom of the mansion he'd rented in dubai for their honeymoon was making his cheeks hurt with how much he was smiling. she was laughing at the luxury of it all, not ever having seen a bedroom look so magnificent in her life, and all he could do was laugh with her, the most captivating thing in the room being her.
she hummed, turning around and sitting down at the bottom of the bed, smiling up at him, "what is it?"
he reached out, moving some hair from her face, a soft smile still pulling at his lips, "hm?"
she licked over her bottom lip, holding onto the waistband of his joggers, "what, you don't wanna fuck yet? not even to your wife, huh?"
his smile faded from his face as he leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to her red, plump lips. she raked her fingers into his curls, pulling him down with her as she moved to lay on her back, legs wrapping around his waist.
"hm," she hummed against his lips, reaching down with her free hand to pull his shirt up off of his head, and he pulled off of her for a second so he could toss it to the other side of the room, before returning back to kissing her, "come on, i don't wanna wait. let's fuck."
he reached behind her, unzipping her dress and pulling it down. she'd changed into a lacy black dress on the jet, after they took turns helping each other out, not wanting to fuck until they reached their destination, and she had seemingly put on a sexy black lingerie set. it only just covered her, and he was desperate to pull it off.
she tried pulling him back to her lips, but he paused, eyes raking back up to hers. her lustful grin faltered a little bit, "what's wrong?"
"why don't we–" he licked his lips, pulling his joggers and his boxers off, "i wanna make love to you. i don't wanna fuck, meu amor."
she let out a breath, staring up at him. they hadn't made love in a long time, and to be honest, it only made sense to do it again on their wedding night. she smiled, cupping his jaw with her hand, and running her thumb over his lower lip, "yeah?"
he nodded, pressing a gentle, drawn-out kiss to her lips, "yeah."
she pulled his lips back to hers, hands raking back into his hair whilst his hands ran over her curves, fingers digging into her hips. she let out a soft moan into his mouth, and he hooked his fingers into her panties, pulling them down her legs. his lips trailed down from her lips, to her jaw, to her neck, kissing and sucking, fingers swirling tight circles over her clit. she let her eyes fall shut, humming out a moan.
"let's–" a louder moan escaped from her lips at the feel of his fingers sliding inside of her, pressing into her favourite spot, "oh, baby,"
he pulled away from her neck, trailing his lips down to her breasts instead, taking her bra off. his free hand cupped her breast, digging his fingers into the soft flesh, tongue swirling over her other nipple. she let out a shaky breath, and his eyes flicked up to hers, "what were you saying, linda?"
she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly, "let's just skip the– the foreplay, i want you. i love you."
he lifted up off of her, pressing a kiss to her lips as he pulled his fingers out of her, replacing them with himself. she let out an even louder moan into his mouth, hands balling fists into his hair, nerves overwhelming with pleasure as he began a slow rhythm inside of her.
he let out a small moan of his own, struggling to kiss her back, "i love you, lua. my wife."
she smiled, moans echoing off the walls, not bothering to keep them to a minimum, forever and always giving him every part of herself, "i love you, neymar."
he ran his hands over her sides, pressing wet kisses to her collarbones, her breasts, her cleavage, her neck, her jaw, and her lips, not getting enough of her. he'd kissed every part of her body, yet he still wanted more. she was his wife, and he wanted more. he wanted everything and more, if it was possible. he didn't know how to explain it.
"tão linda, lua." he moaned, sliding a hand up her side to her arm, holding onto it, pressing kisses to her skin, "meu amor,"
she tightened her hold on him, feeling her orgasm build up in the pit of her stomach already, the steady thrusting of him nearly pushing her over the edge, driving her crazy. he felt her tightening around him, and with her moans getting louder and louder, he knew she was close to finishing. he intertwined his fingers with hers, pressing kisses to her knuckles, even though he kept getting cut off with his own moans. letting go of her hand, he wrapped his arms around her waist, "meu amor, hm?"
she nodded, eyes rolling to the back of her head, orgasming all over him, letting go. pleasure coursed through her veins, sending her into overdrive, and his thrusts weren't letting up, overwhelming her. he finished with her, pressing his forehead to hers as he did so, finishing inside of her. he closed his eyes, moaning out his release, and gripping onto her waist. they breathed heavily, sweaty, and exhausted. the sheets had been ruined, crumpled and sticking to their skin, once fresh air now humid and hot, not cooling them down at all.
he pulled out of her, rolling over to lay beside her. she rolled onto her side, resting her head on his chest, eyes too heavy to open. he moved the hair that was sticking to her forehead out of her face, "hm, you okay?"
she hummed tiredly, running her hand down his other arm, intertwining her fingers with his loosely, mumbling out, "you?"
he chuckled, "mhm. i'm so lucky."
she smiled, voice still quiet, and mumbly, "so after we married, you're suddenly the loving husband?"
he rolled his eyes, trailing circles over her bare shoulder, "i love you, vagabunda."
