Neymar- Brasil

As the main course arrived, Neymar leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You know, watching you eat is incredibly sexy."

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. "Is that so?"

He nodded, his gaze intense. "Everything about you is sexy, Y/n. It's hard to keep my hands off you."

I glanced around the restaurant, noticing that the other patrons were engrossed in their own conversations. Feeling emboldened by the low light and the privacy of our corner, I decided to play along. "Maybe you don't have to."

Neymar's eyes darkened with desire, and he reached under the table, his hand brushing against my knee. I shivered at his touch, the sensation sending a thrill through me. Slowly, his hand slid higher, inching up my thigh, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

"I like danger," I replied, my voice barely more than a breathy whisper.

His fingers danced along the hem of my dress, teasing and tantalizing, but not quite giving me what I craved. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan as his hand slipped higher, brushing against my inner thigh.

Neymar leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Tell me what you want, Y/n."

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "I want you," I whispered.

He smiled, his fingers finally finding their way to the edge of my panties. The touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through me. I struggled to keep my breathing steady, acutely aware of the risk of being discovered.

Neymar's fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding the sensitive spot that made my breath hitch. He moved slowly, expertly, drawing out my pleasure and making it difficult to keep my composure. I bit my lip harder, my eyes fluttering shut as he continued his teasing.

"Open your eyes," he murmured. "I want to see you."

#1 Brasil
#1 Brasileiro

18+ smut warning