**
After she presented Leif with the blankets and pillows for the couch, she returned to her own room. She crawled into bed and turned the lights out. She stared at the ceiling in the dark. It had been a long time since she talked to God, but she felt the need to thank him somehow, for sending Leif into her life. She'd never been able to talk about the pain of being assaulted openly with anyone. She hadn't been able to talk about this to her mother, or anyone else in her life.
But, when Leif had grabbed her, and held her in his arms, she felt so incredibly safe, that it hadn't been difficult to tell him about her painful secret. And once she told him, he'd been so loving, and comforting, and understanding. And she'd never been treated that nicely and tender by anyone in her entire life. It made her feel comfortable and safe, and she was so overwhelmed with the feelings of safety and security, that she prayed that he was being honest, and forthright with everything that he'd promised her, the desire to be hers forever, because she now felt like she couldn't endure what would happen if he took away that delightful blanket of security that he'd draped over her.
She certainly did not want to smother him, but he made her feel powerful feelings of safety, security, and love, and she wanted to bask in the glow of these feelings. And she also felt terribly sorry for running from him for so long, and putting him at arms length even though he'd continually and patiently tried to get to know her. All she could do was hope to make it up to him each and every day that they were together. The sweet man didn't even seem to mind that she had sexual hangups, and was scared of intercourse. How could he like her so much already? Maybe he even loved her? She sure as hell loved Lief! She wanted to be serious with him too, and his revelation had made her feel safe to trust him with her feelings, and feel sorry she doubted him before.
He seemed heaven sent from up above! She fell asleep so soundly, wishing she was nestled in his arms, the way she was when he held her in his lap earlier.
***
Lynn woke up early the next morning to fix him breakfast. Admitting her strange past, and even the trauma of her first relationship had been cathartic. And even the truth hadn't scared him away. He'd been so loving. So comforting. She now knew more than ever before she'd meant those words she said when his hand was moving gently, heavenly under her dress.
He was just too sexy! And sweet. And yes, she loved him. She didn't want to scare him away, but she needed to work up her courage, and let him know, they might have just met, but him, making her feel so safe and secure, and being passionate and sexy like that, met a lot to her, and it hadn't been an accident she'd screamed the words I love you during her pleasure. It had been on purpose before she even realized it.
And she wanted to know what made that handsome man tick. He seemed to be very gentle, and patient, but he had a firm side. He wasn't a pushover. She liked that. He forced her to confront herself, and she'd needed that jolt of reality. She liked everything about him, even that blonde messy hair of his. She wondered how he washed those dreads of his. Whatever he did to them smelled heavenly.
He lay on her couch, and he looked like a cherub to Lynne when he slept. She'd never really watched any man sleeping that deeply before. He looked like an angel with those blonde dreadlocks. She moved closer so she was standing right over him. He was sleeping so deeply he thought she wouldn't notice. He was so handsome with his chiseled face. Even his eyelashes were deep blonde. Those blonde eyelashes fascinated her. She couldn't deny that.
He must have gotten hot overnight, because he threw off his covers, and he lay flat on his back. He was wearing a white undershirt, and she could see that he had thick biceps even though he was thin. And he had two tattoos. One on each arm. One looked like a sun god. The other was a music staff. They were so sexy on him. She wanted to lick both of his tattoos.
Wanted to lick those thick looking nipples through his undershirt. The sweeter he was, the gentler he was, the way he held her when she cried, when he was patient, the more she liked who he was, the hornier it seemed to make her. She'd never wanted to lick a man before!
Only in her fantasies before. But she wanted to lick Leif in real life. Suck him too! Maybe if she couldn't get the sex part right she could suck him good at least. And maybe he would like that..the way she liked how his hands were under her skirt. As they got to know each other. And in time.
For now, she remembered the words of her Grandmother. The way to a man's heart was through his stomach- corny though it seemed, her Creole grandmother had recipes for everything. And, she wanted to find her way deeper into Leif's heart. She already knew he was serious about her, from the words that he spoke the previous evening. She prayed that he would not betray her trust, or grow frustrated with her, and, those issues she'd raised. But she'd warned him, so now he knew.
She wore simple sweatpants and her worn, faded, oscar the grouch t-shirt. If he really wanted to be her man, he'd see her in sweats eventually. And, she didn't want to mess up her clothes cooking. If he acted like he really thought she was scruffy she would change into something a little bit cuter.
After all the emotion of last night, and the crazy shit she put him through she wanted to make him a breakfast fit for a king.
She made walnut pancakes. She made them heart shaped, and she hoped that he didn't think that was too over the top and corny.
She also fried up some bacon for him, and started on the coffee.
***
Leif awoke to the smell of breakfast. The smell of the breakfast was so good it awoke his senses. He didn't sleep well last night. It wasn't because Lynn's couch was uncomfortable. He couldn't sleep because he'd started to care about her so much, and he hated that her first man had screwed her up so bad. Well no wonder she was so reluctant and wanted to run from him.
She seemed vibrant, and sensual, didn't really seem like she had hangups, as much as she'd had a lousy lover who did not treat her the way a real man should. If she was dry and shit, no wonder she hated intercourse. And what a tragedy, a woman as beautiful and sexy as her, not liking intercourse.
He wanted to teach her to crave his cock, and take it any way she wanted it. Fast or slow, deep or barely inside her.
He'd always be gentle and tender until she requested otherwise. He felt like he could teach her to enjoy his hardness in time. But...it started off teaching her how to enjoy other things. Sensual touches, and kisses. Making her ache for it. Sucking and licking those full sexy lips of hers. Kissing that long graceful neck of hers until she creamed her panties. Then when she creamed her panties, kiss and suck those sexy little lower lips of her until she screamed for more. That was the way to make her crave his entry. Just like when her lips trembled open when he suckled and licked her lips so good. She'd even moan, the girl was sexy, steamy as hell she just needed the right teacher.
What the hell had the last guy been doing! No matter, Leif was ever so glad that whoever this idiot was, he was a lousy lay, and a lousy boyfriend. And now, he could show her what real lovemaking, and yes, even real love felt like.
He'd been thinking about what he could teach her, show her on the couch, last night, instead of sleeping. He got a hard on so hard it ached. He hadn't felt like that in a long time, and the only reason he didn't pull out his dick and start stroking it, was that he was scared she might wake up in the middle of the night. If she caught him beating it, she would be terrified and ask him to leave, he was certain.
Or maybe he read her wrong, and with patient instruction, she'd be learning to ride him. But he was certain it was the former, and not the latter.
In any case, he couldn't help that she was sexy, and beautiful, and he felt hot, aching and hard when he thought of her. Not making love to her until she was really ready was going to be the hardest thing he ever had to do. But he'd do it with joy, because he loved her. It was those thoughts that had brought him into a fitful sleep, to be awoken to the smell of breakfast.
He was happy she was up, and breakfast smelled great.
"Man. Smells good. I haven't had a good home cooked breakfast in a while. At least a few years," he added getting up and stretching.
"Well you'll eat like a king today. You deserve it," she added softly.
"I guess I do, because you were a little mean, but, after this we're even beautiful," he added.
He walked over into her little kitchenette area.
"How about my toothbrush? You said you had a guest toothbrush. Then, I can kiss you good morning," he added with a grin.
"It's in the bathroom. I left it on the sink. I'll fix a plate for you," she added softly.
He went into the bathroom.
