#fa cup

Everywhere was buzzing with an amazing energy, Manchester City had just won the Carabao Cup against Arsenal so everyone was extremely happy. You and Omar had finally escaped the celebrations to go and celebrate in your own way, with each other at the hotel. 

The door beeped, signalling that it was open when you used the key card. You were all jittery knowing what tonight would bring because Omar was obviously thrilled with the result. He followed you in, sizing you up with a flicker of need in his eyes. 

You looked stunning in that blue shirt, his name displayed on the back of it,he could have sworn he felt himself get a semi because of it. You, on the other hand, were already somewhat wet because your husband was gorgeous. 

Omar walked over to you, standing behind you. He moved your hair out of the way to kiss your neck, sucking softly to release some of those sweet little breathy moans you always did when Omar did that. 

Your eyes fluttered shut and you sucked in a breath, hands finding him to move them to your waist, which he let you do and squeezed softly, bringing your body closer to his. Once your body was on his, he slowly grinded into your ass, making you push back on him. 

Omar turned you around so he could lift you up, your legs automatically locking around his waist so you could be carried to the kind sized bed that was in the room. He laid you down, moving his hands down your body and piece by piece you ended up naked and spread out on the bed. 

Omar moved your body up the bed so you could rest your head on the pillows as he delved in between your thighs, teasingly kissing the inside of your thighs and scraping his teeth lightly across them. He teased you by blowing some cool air on your clit before he sat up, making you groan in frustration. His teasing was relentless some nights. 

He let out a chuckle and removed his shirt before diving right back in, feasting on your pussy like it was the best damn meal ever. He sucked on your clit before moving back down to your hole, twisting and turning his tongue to bring you pleasure. He got so desperate for your cunt that he kept your leg open, bringing the other one over his shoulder so he would be covered in you.

You were letting out moans and whines, lifting your hips and trying to grind them down onto his face and Omar wasn't going to stop you, not if you were getting pleasure out of it too. Your hands moved to cup your own boobs, playing with your nipples until they were pebbled peaks and bringing you stimulation on top of the head you were receiving. 

Omar looked up at you through his lashes, seeing your eyes blown out with satisfaction and the eye contact heightened that for you. He moved one of his hands towards your sopping hole, gathering your slick on his middle finger before only pushing the tip of it inside of you. 

Your breath staggered and you rolled your hips for more which he was glad to give you, sliding his finger all the way in, to the knuckle. Your pussy automatically clenched around it and made your hips stagger against his unrelenting mouth. 

He thrusted his finger in and out of your cunt at a slow pace, his tongue working wordlessly on your bundle of nerves. It was making you crazy and even more needy for more. More fingers. More pleasure. More Omar.

You let out a groan as he slipped his second finger inside of you and immediately curled them towards your g-spot. Every suck, lick and movement of his fingers had you reaching closer to your orgasm, on the brink of the first climax.

Omar gave your clit a particularly harsh suck and during that, slipped yet another of his fingers inside of you. Leaving you stuffed full with three and choking out moans and mewls of how good it felt and how close you were as well as his name tumbling out of your lips as you tried to contain the profanities from being released.

He could feel how much you were clenched around his fingers and how your body was trembling. His other hand started to press down on your lower stomach as your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave, lasting longer and more intensely because Omar did not let up from his sweet torture. 

You writhed against the sheets, hips bucking as you rode out your blissful orgasm on your fiancé's face and fingers. You snapped your legs shut and lifted your hips, squealing when he removed his digits and mouth, kissing up your body to your lips, letting you taste your own arousal off of them. The sight of him made you breathless, knowing how turned on Omar got when he ate you out.

You marveled at his body in silence as he stripped out of the remaining pieces of clothing he had on, watching him as he reached for a pillow to go under your hips. You squished your thighs together and let out a soft noise, something in between a mewl and Omar's name.

He grinned and placed the pillow under your hips before pressing a kiss to your lips, biting your bottom one as he got situated with your legs spread and his tip slipped inside of you already.

You let out a small moan as he pushed into your pussy, both of you let out a gasp when he was fully inside, your eyes closing and hands gripping his shoulders. Your toes were curled as he experimented with a shallow thrust in which you responded with clenching around his cock.

Omar took this as a sign to start moving, pulling out before thrusting back in nice and slow to watch how your expression changed each time. How you'd sound different when being filled and when not. Omar loved seeing them, it was one of his most favourite things about you. 

He smiled down at you, holding one of your hands in his whilst the other pressed down on your lower stomach. Omar watched as you struggled to keep your trembling legs open because of his slow but deep thrusts, he'd praise you for the slightest thing. 

”You're doing so good, taking this so well. You feel amazing” 

They were his go to words and they'd get you every single time because you knew he meant them. He'd also just spurt random words in about 3 different languages as he would get close to his orgasm. 

You were a mess, tears pricked your eyes and you were sweating, body shaking and stomach tightening up, toes curling as your orgasm teetered on edge. You scratched up Omar’s back as his thrusts got sloppier, less deep and more frequent because he was on the edge too.

”M’gonna cum” You cried out and clenched around his cock for the final time, making Omar halt his thrusts. Your orgasms ripped through you two together, your cunt milking his cock filling you up with his every drop. 

Omar was panting as he rested on top of you, his hips grinding into yours, riding out your climaxes. You were completely spent, your body already turning sore and muscles fatigued as your heart rate began to decrease. Your hearts synced with one another after a while of laying with each other on the hotel bed.