Sweden

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As soon as the door was locked, there was no getting in for anyone. You’re slammed against the door, your skirt hiked up, and his right hand roughly grouping your left breast. Your tongues swirl in each other’s mouths and you arch your back, rubbing your groin against his, making him moan. You remove his glasses and set them on the counter in the kitchen, once he forced you from your front door, to the cold top of the island in the middle of your kitchen.

You kiss down his jaw and you unbutton his shirt and pull it back, revealing his large toned chest. You run your tongue over his collarbone, down between his chest and then down his stomach, reaching and stopping just bellow his bellybutton. He leans against the island; gripping it as he watches you sensually run your tongue over his various parts of his stomach and chest, and unbuckling his belt to remove his pants. He places a shaky hand on the back of your head, threading his fingers through your hair, watching in dazed wonder and amusement, watching your eyes widen once you pulled him pants down, blushing madly.

“B-Berwald,” You stare in awe, “You’re so…dare I say it.”

“Too much f’ you?” He chuckles.

“No!” You gently run your fingers alongside his shaft, making him shiver, “Like that?”

He simply nods, but then he notices something. You stiffen, nervous that he must’ve changed his mind due to the hard stare he’s giving you, but it turns out, he just wants you topless.

“T’ke it off,” He commands.

You feel yourself getting wet, “Oh~ but of course master.” You smirk teasingly while licking your lips and slowly remove your shirt, leaving you in your bra and skirt.

“Th’ bra too.”

You lean forward and press your lips on his upper leg, “Yes master~.”

And with one swift motion, you unclasp your bra, your breast finally free, and suddenly, the male just can’t look away from them. After all, it is something different than what he’s seen. He’s never really noticed them before.

You look up at him, “Something wrong?”

He motions you to stand back up and you do so. Sure he felt them, through your shirt, but he wonders how they feel in his hands, without anything covering the soft mounds of flesh. He cups them both with his large hands, enjoying the feeling of them, gently squeezing them and how they felt so nice in his hands. He runs his thumbs over your hardening nipples and you smile and sigh in content. You’re dream is finally coming true, even if it’s only for one night and he never returns to you again.

Then curiosity gets the better of him and he leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, and rolls it with his tongue. You gasp and grab his hair, pulling on it gently.

“Berwald~,” You moan and hike your leg up to his hips, and he grabs it with his free hand, keeping you in place.

You yelp when he gently bit down and then trailed kisses to your other breast, giving it the same treatment. He hands snake their way down to your skirt and he pulls them down easily, also stripping you of your panties, leaving you completely nude and exposed. Your moan, your body aching for him; his fingers slide inside of you, making you jump and grip onto his shoulders. They easily slide inside you, due to your already lubricated entrance. He somehow gets you to lean forward, pressing your chest against the top of the cold island.

He pulls his fingers out and gently grabs your hips, pulling your butt out in front of him so he can easily enter you from behind. You bite your bottom lip and hold in your groan when you feel his tip brushing against you. Once he pushes himself inside you that’s when you begin to breathe heavily, the feeling, unfamiliar, but rather pleasurable with a sure feeling of pain.

“Ah~ Berwald,” You pant.

“D’se it h’rt?” He asks, running his hands up and down your sides and hips soothingly, “W’nt m’ t’ stop?”

“N…n-no. Please,” You moan, “I don’t wanna beg~!”

He smirks, “Well th’t is t’ bad.”

Your eyes widen, “W-what?!”

“Y’ heard me.”

Your blush, clenching your teeth in annoyance and cross your arms in front of you so you could use it as a pillow for your head, “Damn you.”

“S’ y’ goin’ t’ beg or not?”

“Che, fine!”

He gently tightens his grip on your hips. You roll your eyes but eventually cave, “Please? Please Berwald.”

“Wh’t d’ y’ w’nt me t’ do t’ you?” He just enjoys torturing you, seeing as he never gets such action in his life.

“I want you to…” You blush but swallow all your naïve innocence down and force your dirty side to take over, “I want you to make me cum.”

“Th’ts bet’r,” And he slowly starts to rock his hips, making you moan in pleasure, “S’ tight.”

“Berwald!”

He picks up his speed, and he hisses, feeling your walls tighten around him, giving him the pleasurable and minor painful feeling to his throbbing member. You can feel yourself loosing it, it’s all coming true, it’s all a dream come true to you, and it’s better than you dreamed.

“Yes, yes, yes! Harder!”

He thrusts harder, and takes a deep breath, knowing that you’re very close due to the constant mews from you, and that only brings him even closer to his own release.

“I’m almost there!”

“A bit longer,” He grunts.

Your eyes widen and you practically claw on the top of the island when your whole body shivers in ecstasy and you scream his name, “Berwald!”

He grunts and speeds up, just to reach his own climax, “Ev’lyn!”

You can feel his seeds fill you, and he rides it out, then hunches over your, pressing his lips on your neck, “Ev’lyn…”

“Hm?”

“Th’t was th’ best thing I’ve d’ne,” He admits.

You smile, “I’m glad.”