Squealing I run up the stairs onto the porch, trying my best to open the front door- It's locked!

Neymar catches me from behind and spins me around, planting a light kiss onto my lips. I wait, pinned against the wall waiting for Neymar to open the door. He fumbles a bit with his keys and finally gets it open. Relief washes over us both.

"Ready?" He asks, placing both hands around my face, keeping me inmoble.

"Yes."

Immediately Neymar crashes onto me with such longing I cave under his weight. I've tried my best to keep control these last few days but it was in vain. There is absolutely no way I am going to resist this man, and I know that now.

He signals me to jump, wrapping my legs around his lean torso. Neymar leads us into the dark house and kicks the door closed behind him, locking us in.

Neymar and I in the same dark space again? This isn't going to end clean...

We fumble around hidden furniture until he takes me further inside a room. I feel the edge of a bed and let myself fall onto the soft cotton sheets, taking Neymar with me.

He runs his hands up my thighs causing goosebumps to arise at his touch. Even my body wants him before my mind does.

We spend a few minutes in the dark groping each other before he stops altogether. I frown at his loss of contact and look up at him.

"You are so beautiful and it drives me insane, do you know that?" Neymar breathes, running a long finger down my arm.

My heart swells at his confession, he thinks I'm beautiful? Oh yes, Neymar you drive me insane also. More than you know.

Not being able to resist his charm I sit up and unbutton his shirt instead. I see a smirk play onto his lips from my eagerness.

"I'm taking that as a yes."

There, in the pale moonlight we undress each other, not once breaking eye contact. Neymar pulls off my bra and panties, leaving me bare and exposed beneath him.

I hear his breath hitch while he reaches down to caress me. My skin reacts under his touch and I cannot bare this any longer.

"Please, Neymar." I beg, tugging at the waistband of his Calvin Klein's. I've never wanted a man so badly before him.

His face turns serious whenever he takes them and tosses them away at my command. Oh.

My face flushes at every inch of him. "Have you done this before?" He asks, getting on top.

I purse my lips and nod. No I wasn't a virgin, thanks to one wild spring break in Cancun.

"Good, because I'm going to make sure you feel better than any man has ever made you feel." He breathes seductively, "And you will be sore Rory." Double oh.

I nod again, taking my lip between my teeth and watch as he continues. Neymar kisses down my neck and without warnining pushes into me- filling me completely.

"Argh!" I cry out in pain with each movement of his groin inside me. Embarrassment flashes across my face and I cover my eyes.

"What's wrong baby?" He asks, taking my hands away. "I thought you've done this?" My face reddens further at my realization, how humiliating!

"Yes Neymar I have but-" I look anywhere but his face, "But never with someone this...big."

Shame washes over me and I can't look at him knowing I've enflamed his ego. I really should've thought twice before getting involved with a Brasilian.

Neymar belts out in an infectious laugh, showing off a boyish grin. "Oh Rory, what am I going to do with you?" Reluctantly I meet his gaze, what now?

"This is what we're going to do baby, if this all gets too much just tell me and I'll stop. Okay?" I nod and Neymar lightly places a tender kiss onto my lips, holding me underneath him. This is going to hurt I know it.

Our lips are still connected whenever he pushes into me again, but this time I bite down onto his lip. Hard. Neymar lets out a groan but continues to ease in and out of me, carefully examining my face for any signs of discomfort.

I manage to pull through the uneasy feeling of Neymar inside me and give him a slight nod of approval. He picks up the pace and immediately I feel the same fire from before building up in my stomach.

Getting close to finishing I rake my nails down his back, getting revenge from the love bites he left me. Two can play at this game.

My triumph is all it takes and I unravel underneath Neymar, calling out his name and other slurred words. My vision darkens for a few moments while I watch the beautiful man in front of me become undone.

"Foda-baby!" Neymar spits between clenched teeth, dropping down onto the bed next to me.

We lie between the linen sheets catching our breath. The fullness of Neymar is gone and I'm left panting, breathless. I turn onto my side and take his hand into mine, kissing each of his knuckles. I am all his- my job and my body.

Although Neymar and I are moving forth in our 'relationship' there is still no way I am letting him tell the public. Yet. Not while the name Bruna is still fresh in every headliner today.

"What are you thinking about Rory?"

His voice is soft but still rips me away from my thoughts. He reaches out and pulls me tightly into his chest. My muscles relax instantly and I find myself lost listening to the constant beating of his heart. Oh how I wish he was all mine too.

"Us." I say simply, not caring for an answer back.

Neymar smiles thoughtfully and I yawn, sex is a workout! Smiling at the idea I drift off in his embrace, feeling the sense of security I've been yearning for a long time.