do you think Izzy would date a younger girl? we all know about his ex girlfriends who were younger than him, but as far as I’m aware it was all when he was younger. would he date a younger girl now??
I don’t think Izzy has peter pan syndrome so honestly idk
Most men find young women physically attractive
But mature men also like mature women ie women their age, which is the case with two of his known long term relationships (Annica and Valerie)
He would avoid dating anyone who wanted any sort of life in the spotlight including posting on IG etc
The soft sun rested against my skin, gentle melodies drifting through the room. It was one of those mornings when I woke to the sound of Izzy playing his guitar — soft, unhurried. He was sitting on the corner of our bed, his hands drifting over the chords of the acoustic like they were made for it…
I eased myself out of the warm bed, and Izzy’s head lifted as soon as the sheets rustled. “Oh, sorry, love,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to wake you… this hotel room’s way too small”.
A sleepy smile spread across my face. “That’s okay, baby. I don’t mind at all. Actually, it was really nice to be woken up to the sound of you playing,” I said softly, and he set his guitar aside, his eyes warm on me.
God, the way he held my gaze… it was as if the world had stopped. So full of life, so full of love, like every second of his past had been a countdown to me. I needed him. He needed me. And I knew, with a quiet certainty, that he was the one for me, the soul I was meant to find in this lifetime.
“Come to bed, hm ? I missed you…” I said, letting my eyes speak what words couldn’t. I longed for him in a way that went far beyond the physical, a hunger that reached into the deepest corners of our souls.
I didn’t have to ask twice. He leaned over me, our lips meeting, and I wrapped my legs around him. I wore the white, lacy nightgown he had chosen for me… he loved giving me things, and I loved wearing them, just for him.
“You look dreamy in this,” he said, and I closed my eyes as his lips met mine in a slow, lingering kiss. He trailed upward before drifting to my neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along my skin.
“My gorgeous girl,” he murmured, his voice low and affectionate. “You always smell so good.” He nestled closer, resting his head against my chest as I let out a slow breath, melting into the warmth of the moment.
His hands moved slowly over my thighs, gentle and careful, the way he handled his guitar earlier. It felt as if he were tracing invisible melodies across my skin — touching me the same way he touched the strings. Every motion was delicate, almost hesitant, like he was afraid that anything firmer might break me.
“My love… my precious bunny…” he murmured, his lips brushing softly against my stomach. A quiet whine slipped from me, and he smiled in that tender, almost shy way of his. He looked so beautiful like that — I could only hope he knew it.
My fingers slid through his hair, guiding him a little lower as a faint smile tugged at my lips. He caught on instantly, and a slow, confident smirk curved across his face. "Eager lil thing…" he grumbles, voice rough as his lips move lower. "So impatient for me already ?”
Without another word, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing me to him. He presses a soft kiss to my clit before spreading my legs wider and settling between them. "Hold onto my hair if you need to," he murmurs against me.
He begins to feast on me, his tongue licking and sucking at my clit with increasing pressure and intensity. His fingers spread me open, allowing him better access as he buries his face between my legs. I know he could feel my hands gripping his hair tightly, pulling him closer. He looked at me again while sucking on my clit.
“Oh God, right there,” I moan, the words slipping out before I can stop them. Heat floods my face and I instinctively clap a hand over my mouth. Izzy catches my wrist in one of his large hands, gentle but firm. “Let me hear those sounds, sweet thing.” He says softly.
I cum with a strangled cry, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over me. Izzy doesn't let up, his tongue continuing to lap at my sensitive clit until I’m begging him to stop. Finally, he pulls back, his face shiny with my juices. He looked so pretty like that, with my cum all over his lips. He licked them with a soft smile. He crawls up my body slowly, pressing gentle kisses along my stomach and breasts until he reaches my mouth. He kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. "Fuck, baby," he murmurs against my lips. "You cum so pretty."
He nuzzles against my breasts, a quiet moan escaping him as my fingers thread through his hair. I breathe out softly. “Izzy… you always make me feel incredible. Thank you.”
He lifts his head just enough to look at me, a faint grin tugging at his lips. “Why don’t we stay in bed all day, hmm ?” he murmurs. “Have a little more of this…” We both smile as the sheets rustle beneath us, the room sinking back into warm silence.
