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“Evy, let me see your outfit!” Mikki said from the other side of her bedroom door.
Evy was standing in front of the mirror, running her hands down her legs, checking her profile. She didn’t like it.
“I don’t… I don’t look good in it,” she said.
Mikki opened the door. Of course, she was gorgeous, the dark shade on her eyelids enhancing her beautiful eyes. She was wearing a red dress, fit to her body, and it almost left nothing for the imagination. Evy was sure that, if her friend leaned, you’d get to chance to see her thong if standing behind her.
“You look fantastic!” Mikki said, giving a small jump and clapping. “So fucking pretty.”
Evy rolled her eyes and sat by the desk, a small mirror on it reminding her of the sharp traits of her face. “You’re just trying to be nice.”
“I’m just saying the truth!” Mikki replied. “It enhances your butt, and black always look good on you, with your pretty blond hair and exposed collarbones and those beautiful eyes. Actually, let me help you with your make up and you’ll look even better.”
Evy sighed. She was only going out with Mikki tonight because she was after this guy, Jonas, and of course she wanted her friend to succeed and everything. But she wasn’t as pretty as Mikki, no man would ever lay eyes on her and think: I wanna kiss her. Sure, she had lot of success when she was Even, but when she becomes Evy, things tend to be quite different.
“Fine,” she said.
Mikki smiled. She had applied some glittering product on her tear ducts, and it looked great. This Jonas would be an idiot if he didn’t ask her out. They had been fooling around, Evy knew that, but Mikki wanted something more, and tonight she would try her luck.
Evy closed her eyes, felt the brushes on her face while Mikki applied the make-up, explaining everything that she was doing.
After what felt like an hour, Mikki handed her the mirror. “Open your eyes.”
“Wow.”
“See?”
Her upper eyelid was painted great, the colour fading as it got farther away from the eyelid, a line going up to her temples. Her cheekbones had also been enhanced, but they didn’t look as bony. Mikki had also applied some lipstick with glitter; it was perfect: crimson, but not too strong.
“This is gorgeous.”
“You are gorgeous, Evy,” her friend said. “Now, put your heels on, Jonas will be waiting for us in a pub.”
/
“Oh, I forgot to mention,” Mikki said while they got off the taxi, putting her phone inside her purse. “A friend of Jonas is coming.”
“What?” Evy asked.
“Yeah. He didn’t have a plan for tonight. Also, he’s Jonas best friend, I’m sure he wants to know if we’re a good match. Met him once at a party, but we didn’t talk much.”
“Does he know…?”
“That we’ll show up in dresses and make-up? Of course he does, he’s fine with that.” Mikki explained while they approached the pub. “Actually, I think he’s your type,” she winked at Evy and elbowed her, but the girl just rolled her eyes.
Inside the pub, Mikki looked for someone. It was pretty crowded, and the whole thought of being surrounded by estrangers and wearing a dress was making Evy dizzy. “Oh! There he is!”
She pulled from Evy’s hand and guided her to one of the tables. “Jonas!”
The man, who had been checking his phone, looked up and smiled when he saw Mikki: not only with his smile, but also his eyes. He then stood up.
“Hey, you look beautiful!” He said when she hugged him. Okay, Evy got why Mikki liked him.
“This is Evy, my friend,” Mikki said, and they shook hands.
“I’m here to make sure that you’re not a weirdo,” Evy said, and the man laughed.
“My friend Isak should arrive at any moment. Please, have a seat. I’ll go and order something for both of you.”
“White wine for me,” Mikki said.
Evy nodded. “Same for me.”
Jonas left them alone, going to the bar counter.
“He’s handsome,” Evy said, to which Mikki smiled.
“I know. I still can’t believe that a guy like him is after me.”
“Ask him out tonight. I’m sure he’ll say yes.”
Mikki blushed. “I’ll need some more alcohol to do that.”
Someone behind Evy seemed to catch Mikki’s attention. “Look, there’s Isak!” Mikki waved, and Evy turned around to look over her shoulder.
A big, buffy guy smiled at Mikki and waved back. In that moment, Jonas came back to the table with their drinks.
“He’s finally here,” he said.
Isak walked towards them, making his way through people and chairs, until he finally reached the table.
“Hei,” he said in a deep voice that almost made Evy faint.
Okay. Yeah. Mikki was right. This Isak was hot.
He was wearing a black leather jacket, a bit tight on him, enhancing his biceps. He took it off while he shook hands with Jonas, then hugged Mikki. One of those weird hugs where someone is standing and the other person sitting.
He had a beard the colour of copper and Evy could appreciate some hairs in his collar trying to escape the blue shirt he was wearing. A shirt which, by the way, was also too tight, his pecs noticeable under the cloth; the buttons seemed like they were about to end up flying across the pub.
And then there were those eyes: green and peaceful. When Isak looked at her, Evy thought that they were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, along with a white smile that, if she hadn’t been sitting, would make her knees go weak.
That’s when she realized that she should probably say something.
“Evy, this is Isak,” Mikki said. “Isak, this is Evy.”
Evy went to shake hands but, again, the man hugged her, just like he had done with Mikki, and sat on the free chair next to her, their bodies so close that she could feel Isak’s body radiating heat.
Shit. She was fucked.
Mikki might have noticed something, because she winked at her. The boys didn’t seem to notice.
“I should probably order something,” Isak said. He rose his arm and the waitress nodded. “I always come here,” he explained to Evy, almost as if the other two weren’t with them. “They know my order.”
“A boring beer,” Jonas said, taking a sip of his drink.
Isak rolled his eyes. “I can’t drink that much alcohol, you know that.”
“Why?” Evy asked.
“Isak plays in a hockey team!” Mikki said, excited.
Isak nodded. “Yeah. What she says. You don’t like hockey, do you?” He asked Evy.
Okay, so this explained the pecs and biceps and the muscles everywhere. Was she supposed to know him from TV?
“I don’t really play hockey, no,” Evy said. “Well, any sport, really. So boring.”
Isak laughed. “No need to like hockey. Jonas gave up on it years ago.”
A waitress approached and handed Isak his beer, which he drank, and Evy couldn’t stop but look at his Adam apple moving with every gulp.
Shit, he was hot.
“What do you do, Evy? Mikki won’t shut up about you,” Jonas said with a joking smile. Mikki slapped his shoulder, but it was with tenderness. she then curled her arm around his.
“I hope it’s all good things,” Evy said, and took a sip of her wine. She could feel Isak observing her. What would he think? Would he think that she was a freak because she put on dresses and liked being feminine? Would he feel disgusted at her flat chest? This guy was a God, he probably could date and have sex with any girl he wanted. Why would she catch his eye?
In a way, it was revealing. Evy was usually clumsy, and she knew that she wasn’t the prettiest, so she didn’t need to worry about making a good impression. Isak probably had a lovely girlfriend back home, a girl who followed beauty canons and wasn’t a weirdo like Evy –Even– was.
“I’m a screenwriter,” Evy said.
“Films?” Jonas asked.
Evy kind of nodded. “Now I’m writing a TV show for NRK.”
Mikki put her hand on Isak’s wrist, trying to get his attention, because he was constantly observing her friend. “Evy here is too humble. She has written the scripts for two films and three TV shows in America.”
Isak then moved his hand away from Mikki’s. “Impressive. Why did you leave?”
Evy looked at him, “I missed home. And Mikki.”
“Aww,” Mikki said, and gave her a kiss in the air.
“I lived in Canada for a while,” Isak explained, “I played for a hockey team, but came back because I missed my people.”
“For the record,” Jonas said, “he came back for a guy.”
Isak chuckled. “Yeah. A guy who then broke my heart. But I decided to stay here; I like it here.”
A guy!? Isak was into guys!? So maybe he didn’t find her flat chest and manly body weird? Maybe there was a chance that Isak thought that Evy –and Even– was… pretty?
Evy tried to focus on what was going on at the table. “And what do you do, Jonas?” She asked. Of course she wanted the best man for her friend.
“I’m a teacher, I work in a school, with little kids,” Jonas explained.
“Isn’t that adorable?” Mikki said, looking at him with enamoured eyes.
“If you like kids,” Isak said.
“Our friend Isak here has been grumpy ever since he was a kid and, as he just pointed out, doesn’t like children,” Jonas told Evy.
“It’s not that I don’t like them, I just don’t know how to interact with them.” He moved his hand, as if waving it off, and threw his beer over Evy.
“Fuck!” Evy shrieked, moving her chair a bit.
“Shit, I’m sorry, let me–“ Isak began putting the beer back on the table, although its liquid was now over Evys’ jacket, which she had had on her lap during the evening.
“Don’t worry, it’s just my jacket.” Too late, Isa was already suing a napkin to try and clean it, his big hand on her thigh while he tried to dry it off.
“At least it’s only your jacket, it’s a very nice dress. Suits you well. I would hate myself if I’d ruined it,” Isak said.
Evy waived it off. “It’s fine, really. Thanks.” She left the jacket on the floor, she would have to clean it anyways. Her mind was somewhere else: Isak had complimented her dress, said that it suited her. So maybe Isak didn’t think that she was a freak?
After the incident, they just kept chatting, and Jonas ordered a second round. Even could feel already a bit tipsy after the second Martini, and her mind was giving her crazy ideas. Isak’s thigh was against her own, what if she just put her hand there, let him know how much she desired him?
But she didn’t. She didn’t want to scare him. He would just run away to a prettier girl.
“I think we should call it a night,” Isak said when Mikki and Jonas began to kiss, breaking the kiss in order to look at each other like two teenagers in love and then resume the kissing.
“Yeah, we should go home.”
/
Evy waited outside, with Jonas, while Mikki and Isak were in the bathroom. It was cold, her ruined jacket on her hands. There’s no way she’d put it on, she’d reek of beer.
“I think I’m taking her back home, if you don’t mind,” Jonas said.
Evy gave him a tipsy smile. “I’m not her mother, Jonas. And, that’s what she wanted for ages.”
Jonas rose his eyebrows. “Does she?”
“Dude, she only talks about you, and how you’d be the perfect boyfriend. Ask her out.”
Jonas smiled and nodded. “Okay. Thanks. Also–“
“Jonas!” A voice interrupted. Mikki. Of course.
The girl ran (or tried to, with her heels) to him and hugged him.
“Wanna go back to mine?” Jonas said, to which the girl nodded.
“I think we’re all going to the same neihbourhood,” a deep voice said behind Evy. Isak.
“You two live in Grünerløkka?” Evy asked.
Isak nodded. “Mikki mentioned how you two don’t live that far away from my flat, or Jonas’.”
They began walking, and Isak removed his leather jacket. “Put this on.”
“What? No, I’m fine.”
“You’re just wearing a dress, put this on.”
Evy sighed. Deep down, she wanted to put it on. “Okay. Thanks.”
Isak put the jacket over her bare shoulders. “Much better. Now you won’t catch a cold,” he said, walking next to her. Silence followed, the giggles coming from Jonas and Mikki, walking a few meters in front of them and already holding hands, breaking it.
“They make a nice couple,” Evy said.
“They do. Jonas won’t shut up about her,” Isak said.
“We’ll have to talk about this day in their wedding,” Evy joked, and Isak just laughed. It was a beautiful laughter, deep and full of expression.
“I think that it’s the two of us now,” Isak said. Indeed, Jonas had stopped walking, his arm around Mikki’s waist.
“So, we leave you two now,” Jonas said, looking for his keys in his pocket.
“Good night, you two,” Isak said. “I’ll bring Evy home.”
Jonas went to open the door, and then Isak and Evy were on their own in the cold street.
“You don’t have to come with me, I’m fine,” she said.
“But I want to.” Isak said, and began walking. When he noticed that Evy wasn’t moving, he turned around and kept walking backwards. “And, if we split now, you’ll have to give me my jacket and I don’t want your pretty face ruined by a cold.”
Her pretty face? Evy thought, her mouth half open in disbelief. Did he really mean it?
“Okay. You can come with me.”
/
“It’s here,” Evy said, standing in front of her building.
“Right,” Isak said. He put his hands inside his jeans pockets, balancing on his heels. “It was great meeting you. And Mikki. You’re both great.”
“Thanks, you too. Actually… uh, you could come upstairs, if you want?” That had been tipsy Even talking, the alcohol playing with her brain. “Fuck. Sorry, I didn’t mean… I know it’s late, you don’t have to–“
“Yeah, I would love to,” Isak said with a big smile. “I don’t train tomorrow, so there’s no hurry.”
Evy smiled. “Okay.” She opened her purse and took the keys, Isak standing behind her. Her clumsiness would soon fuck up everything: her keys fell to the floor. She leaned over to fetch them, Isak standing behind her.
Evy opened the door and looked over her shoulder. “A gentleman would’ve picked them up for me.”
Isak smirked while she closed the door. “I was busy.” He didn’t say it, but she knew that he meant looking. Her ass. Oh God. “Also, isn’t the jacket enough?” He asked while they walked up the stairs.
“Okay. I’ll give you that,” Evy said. Soon they reached the second floor. “It’s here.”
She opened the door and switched on the lights. “So, this is my place,” she said. “Get comfy, I’ll go and fetch some drinks.”
Isak walked through the living room while a very nervous Evy went into the kitchen.
“Put some jazz music,” Evy shouted. “I have a vinyl player.”
While she was opening one of the closets, she heard the jazz music coming from the living room. She found a bottle of whisky. It would do. Then she took two cups.
She began to pour the drink in one of the cups, yet, she still doesn’t know how, the cup ended up falling on the countertop and one of her fingers bleeding.
“Fuck!”
He heard the steps of Isak coming into the kitchen. “Everything alright?”
“Shit, it’s just. I cut my finger. I was so nervous and now the cup is ruined so–“
“Hey,” Isak said, walking closer to her. His hands were in her hips, she now realized. “Don’t worry about the drink. I just wanted to spend time with you.”
Evy, who was looking at her bleeding finger, looked up. “Oh. Really?” Her voice broke.
Isak smiled and giggled. “Yeah. Now, do you have a plaster?”
“In the drawer by the fridge,” she said before pulling her finger inside her mouth.
Isak went and opened it, taking the small box. He then came back and pulled from her wrist until the finger wasn’t in her mouth anymore. He then put the plaster and kissed it. “Much better now, right?”
“Thanks. Sorry for being so clumsy.”
Isak smiled. He was still holding her finger. “It’s cute. You’re cute.”
Evy snorted. “Don’t lie to make me feel better.”
Isak frowned. “I’m not lying.”
Evy rolled her eyes and then pulled her finger, Isak’s hand mid-air, empty. “Come on, why would a guy like you, who looks like a Greek god, like a girl like me, a freaky dude who likes to wear dresses, puts on make-up, whose flat chest gives me away, with bony features and–“
Isak kissed her, holding her face with his hands, and Evy, in shock, didn’t move, eyes opened.
It probably didn’t last long, but Evy only wished that the kissed lasted for eternity.
“You can’t tell me who I can like and cannot like,” Isak said, his big, callous hands rough against her cheeks. “You’re gorgeous, okay? And you’re not a weirdo. You’re just you. I like that. I want to get to know you better, too.”
Evy almost felt like crying. Such nice words… “Kiss me again.”
“That’s what I’ve wanted to do the whole night,” Isak said, smiling, and then leaned in for a kiss.
It was soft, softer than Evy had imagined it would be. His beard scratcher her cheeks a bit, but she didn’t mind. In fact, she loved it.
He ran his hands, still on her cheeks, down her shoulder and chest. He then stopped, broke the kiss, yet their lips were so close that they brushed when he spoke. “Is this okay?”
Evy wanted to melt. Of course Isak wanted to know if she was okay with him touching the dysphoric parts of her body. She nodded. “Kiss me again,” she said.
He smiled, kissed her and his hands travelled to her bony hips, pressing her against his big, muscular body. He had her against the countertop, and Isak deepened the kiss, which made Evy whimper.
“You’re so hot,” he said, eyes full of lust. He bit her exposed neck, and Evy closed her eyes. It felt so good.
Unconsciously, she thrust her hips against his body, and she was sure that he had felt her dick against his crotch.
“Shit, I’m sorry–“
Isak, of course, had noticed. “It’s fine, baby. It’s normal to be aroused. Actually…” He held her hand by her wrists and moved it a bit, rose his eyebrows as if asking for permission, and, when Evy nodded, he put the hand over his crotch.
Okay, he was hard, too.
And fucking huge.
“Shit, that’s…” She began.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” Isak said, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and collarbone.
Evy, eyes half-closed, spoke in a whisper. “But I want to. My bed. Now.”
Isak smirked. “You show me where it is.”
/
“How can you be so fucking cute and sexy at the same time?” Isak growled while Evy fell on the bed, Isak on top of her, his legs on each side of her bony body.
Evy snorted. “Have you seen yourself?”
Isak smirked. “So you think I’m hot?”
“My fucking wet dream.” She felt a bit more confident now, gripped the back of his neck and kissed him.
Isak took the zipper of the dress, on Evy’s side, and began to pull it down. “I want to see your beautiful body.”
“It’s not that beautiful,” she whispered back.
“I don’t agree there,” he said, her skin more exposed now.
Finally, Evy was only wearing her black thong, Isak on top of her, marvelling over the milky skin.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said.
Evy smiled, her hand going to the buttons of his shirt. At the start of the evening, she never imagined that she would end up opening it.
“Shit, it’s difficult to open with long nails,” she said.
“Let me,” Isak said, and skillfully opened it, throwing then the shirt on the floor.
Evy looked at his chest, marvelled. Big, defined pecs, a beautiful coper fur covering his chest and torso and the most defined abs she had ever seen.
“You’re so fucking hot,” she said.
Isak chuckled. He then leaned to kiss her, Evy putting her hand against his chest, feeling the flesh.
Isak hooked his fingers in her thong and pulled it down. Evy suddenly felt vulnerable, exposed. She tried to cover her private parts, but Isak gripped her hand.
“Don’t. You don’t have to be ashamed. I like it. I like you.”
She nodded. Of course he did, otherwise he wouldn’t be doing this.
“Take your trousers off,” she said.
Isak stood by the bed, and hurried to do so. Jeans and boxers in one go, his hard dick springing free.
Evy salivated. it was big, thick, with some pubic hair and veiny. Isak casually touched it. Without saying anything, Evy knelt on the bed and went for it; she was lucky that she didn’t have a gag reflex, and she took it all in.
Isak, standing and still in shock, put his head backwards, eyes closed with a grunt as Evy began to suck his dick.
“Fuck, good girl. So fucking good.” Yeah. Good girl. She was his good girl.
Evy knew that she was good at this, she had previously been told, and considering Isak’s moans and the hand on her head, he was enjoying it too.
“Wait, let me get on the bed,” he said. He pulled out, and she whined. “It’s just a sec, princess,” he chuckled.
He got on the bed, his wide back against the headboard, legs sprawled. “Come here,” he said, using his index finger to signal it. Evy did, getting between his thighs, her hands on the thick legs while he held his dick.
She went to suck it, Isak groaning her name, eyes closed. The sounds of her bobbing up and down mixed with Isak’s grunts, filling the room. A few minutes later, she felt him tug from her hair. He leaned and kissed her, Evy’s lips swollen.
“Can I blow you too?” He asked. His hands went to her nipples, which he twitched, earning him the most delicious whimper he had ever heard.
“Uh… I don’t know if I-“ She began to stutter.
“If you don’t feel comfortable, then I can stop. Or I can eat you out. I just want to make you feel good,” he said, rubbing her right cheek with his thumb.
He knelt on the bed, kissing her.
“Okay, we can try,” she said.
“Good. Now, get comfortable.”
She did, in the same position he had been previously. The hands on her thighs made her shiver. He then began to leave soft kisses in the soft, inner skin of her thighs, her cock twitching in excitement as he got closer. He never broke eye contact, smiling at her between every kiss.
How on Earth did she get so lucky?
She wasn’t as big as Isak, and she actually preferred it that way. Isak didn’t have any problem with taking her all in completely. Evy arched her back, Isak’s hands now going up her torso as she whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets underneath.
And boy was Isak good at this. Of course he was. He knew what he was doing, kept changing the pace, from faster to slower, and sometimes pressed her perineum while he drew circles in the sensitive spot of her left inner thigh with his thumb.
“Isak, please…” She whimpered. She didn’t want him to stop, but he did.
“What do you want?” He asked in a low, deep voice. Her eyes met his; they were completely dark, the beautiful green now only a ring. “Just tell me, baby.”
“Eat me out. Finger me. Fuck me. I don’t know. Just make me feel good.”
Isak smirked. They were going where he wanted to. “I’m gonna eat you out first, okay? I’m sure you taste so fucking good, sweetheart.”
Evy whimpered. Nobody had ever treated her like this man was currently doing.
She felt this thumbs around her hole, opening it slowly, and then Isak got closer, laid on his chest between her legs, until he licked her with his tongue. He circled the entrance, making Evy shiver.
He did it again, looking up at her, although Evy couldn’t really see him. He began to press his tongue against her pink rosebud, his hands lazily playing with her dick. Evy put her long legs over his back, enjoying the experience. He smiled when he heard Evy whimper, eating her out like there was no tomorrow.
He stayed like that for God knows how much time, Evy getting lost in the pleasure. Sure, she had been rimmed before, but certainly not like this; it was the first time she was getting pleasure out of the experience. In addition, his beard kept scratching the skin. Maybe she should be annoyed by that, but she fucking loved the rough feeling.
Yet Isak stopped and knelt on the bed, his cock swinging with the movement. He cleaned the saliva running down his cheek with his forearm, smiling at her.
“Do you have lube?” He asked, scratching his abs.
She nodded. “In the nightstand.”
He leaned over her, his armpit over her face, and opened the drawer. With his other arm he held his own weight, his body over Evy’s smaller one.
He found a bottle of lube, some condoms and a dildo.
“Dirty girl,” he teased, took the lube and condoms and closed the drawer.
“I’m gonna open you up, okay? Wanna feel you with my fingers.” He coated his fingers with the transparent liquid.
She nodded, eagerly stretching her legs further.
He began with one finger, then kissed her at the same time.
“You like that?” He whispered against her lips with a smile, the beard scratching her cheeks.
Evy eagerly nodded and whimpered, Isak deepening the finger inside her. A soft whimper followed, but it died in Isak’s lips when he kissed her. He hit her prostate again, and Evy felt the muscles of her legs tremble.
With his free hand he moved her fringe from her face. “You’re so pretty. God, I’m sure you’re also pretty without make up. I’m gonna ruin you so that you have to take it off.”
Evy’s lips trembled, his finger moving now in circles. “Pl… please.” She knew that her lipstick was smudged, looking like a whore, but he didn’t seem to dislike that.
“I’m gonna add a second finger, okay? I want to open you up well, I need you to be stretched for mi big cock.”
She whimpered, then whispered his name. “That’s what you want, right? My big cock. You’re a cock size queen.”
She nodded, her forehead now against his. “I want you. I need you. Please.” In that moment, he added the second finger.
She opened her mouth, letting out a grunt, and Isak smiled, proud to know that he was the reason behind her pleasure.
Again, the sweet spot inside her being hit. He then began to stretch her out, dragging his fingers against her walls. All of this while he kept praising her, soft kisses on her cheek every now and then.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he whispered, her arm around his neck while she moved her hips: she needed those fingers deeper. She let her head fall backwards, exposing her neck, her hips still moving against the fingers, and Isak took the chance to bit and lick Evy there, right where neck met shoulder.
“Fuck,” she whispered, tears already running down her cheeks.
“Good girl. Now, let me add a third finger. You’re doing so well. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He added the third finger (and probably final, although Evy was sure that a fourth would be necessary, considering his girth).
“There you go,” he said, the three fingers finally in. “I bet you could come from me just finger-fucking you, huh?”
Evy was a whimpering mess, her skin reddened due to the heat and the pleasure, her eyes unfocused and her legs spasming when he touched her prostate. Isak was holding her hips in place.
“Please… Isak, please…” She whimpered.
“What do you want?”
“Fuck me, please. I want you inside me.”
“I think I should open y–“ Evy interrupted him with a kiss.
“Please,” she begged.
He nodded and slowly removed the fingers. “Okay.” He rolled down the condom and added lube to his big cock. “I wanna fuck you missionary, if that’s okay. I want to see your pretty face. We can change later. Is that okay?”
He wasn’t like one of those fuckboys Evy had previously hooked up with. Isak kept asking if she felt right, if she needed something, if she was okay with something. And she did appreciate it, but she couldn’t wait to have him inside.
“Yeah. Missionary. Please.”
He gripped her thighs and brought her closer to him, his cock slowly entering her. He bracketed her face with his forearms, his heavy body pressing her against the mattress while he kept pushing in, her long legs over his shoulders.
He kissed her temple, then her closed eyes, then her lips. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
Evy shook her head. “Keep going.”
He soon bottomed out, his hips against hers. “You feel so good,” he said.
He pulled out a bit, and then thrust inside with the weight of all of his body.
Evy, whimpering and trembling, anchored her legs around his waist, making him go deeper. Her arms around his neck, he kissed her jawline while he repeated the movement.
“Harder, please,” Evy said after a few more thrusts.
“Anything you wish, princess,” he said. He knelt between her legs, his cock still buried inside of her, and he gripped her hips. Without a word, he began a brutal pace, making the bead creak and the headboard hit the wall. His abs were tense, the biceps bulging as he gripped harder. Evy knew that she would wake up with purple bruises in the hip area, but she didn’t care.
Her hands were on his pecs, feeling the hard muscles as he fucked her harder, hitting her prostate with every thrust. Isak kept grunting, sometimes her name, sometimes a nice word, sometimes just a fuck.
This was, by far, Evy’s best fuck ever. She felt like a bitch in heat, yet loved at the same time.
“Stop, Isak! Stop.”
He did, immediately pulled out. “Did I hurt you?” He asked with concern in his eyes. God, she didn’t deserve him…
She knelt on the bed and kissed him, his hands going to her ass. “No, you didn’t, you fool. I want to ride you. If that’s okay.”
He smiled at her. “Of course it is.” He gave her a crooked smile. “Anything you want baby. The only condition is that I want to see your face.”
He got on the bed, legs sprawled, and Evy sat on his dick, slowly sinking with her knees on each side.
“Shit, you feel so good,” he said, eyes closed and with a smile full of bliss. His hands were on her thighs as she began to ride him.
“You like my pussy?” She said. He opened his eyes, looking at her as if he still couldn’t believe that he was underneath him.
“I love it. The most beautiful girl out there,” he said, and hummed. “Go faster, baby.”
Of course she did. Anything to please him. She rode his cock, harder, her hands on her hairy, sweaty chest, leaning forward.
“Kiss me,” she begged, her eyes inside his skull when he hit the prostate. He did, using his big hand to hold her in place by her neck.
He met her hips with his own, and now it was him the one fucking Evy, his eyes focused on the place where his cock met her hole.
Evy fell against him, and he held her against her chest, smiling, while he increased the speed. She was a mess of moans and whimpers mixed with tears, pleas and Isak’s name.
“Baby, I think I’m gonna,” Isak said.
He held her and twisted them over. Evy yelped in surprise, and now she found herself against the mattress, Isak hovering over her. He grabbed her cock, thrust a few times while screaming as much as Evy was, and then they both came at the same time. Evy spilled all over her chest while Isak filled the condom, groaning. Evy was sure that the neighbours would hear them, but she didn’t care.
He kept moving his hips slowly, and with his thumb still played with the oversensitive tip of her cock, which was still leaking sperm.
He took a deep breath, cleaned the sweat on his forehead with his forearm and then slowly pulled out.
The tied condom ended up on the floor as he laid next to her. “Come here,” he said, bringing her closer to his body. Evy loved it and purred. She felt safe there, his hand now trapped between her chest and Isak’s furry one, her face in his hairy, mainly armpit.
He kissed her. “You were great.”
Evy smiled. They were both still coming from their orgasm. “That was… amazing.”
Isak kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re amazing. And beautiful, despite the smudge makeup of your eyes.” He then laughed.
“That’s your fault,” she replied, nudging him.
“I like it. It’s hot.” He looked at her with praise in his eyes, and it made Evy’s stomach twirl. “You’re hot.”
“Am I? Evy asked.
But Isak rolled his eyes. “I’ll tell you as many times as necessary. I like you. Otherwise I wouldn’t have had sex with you.”
Evy gulped, his big arm now around her hips, keeping her close. “So is this… about sex?”
Isak smiled. “Depends on what you want. The other side of bed has been cold for a few months now,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you. I like the way you’re, and you seem interesting. So maybe we can shower together, get some sleep and have a breakfast date?”
She smiled. Evy was used to guys dumping her after sex.
“Sounds great,” she said.
He kissed her. “Thank God. You’re not getting rid of me easily, Evy.”
“It’s not like I want you to leave me,” she replied with a smile.
He leaned and kissed her with a hum.
Yeah, it felt right, Evy thought. For once, everything felt right.