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Leif's tender ways, the way he kissed her, the way he went down on her, the way he sampled her smells and flavors made her feel like a beautiful, sensual woman. He taught her that real, mind blowing pleasure was possible during erotic acts between two individuals. She couldn't even remember the last time she masturbated. She didn't have a desire to right now. He made her feel so good from the crown of her head, to the tips of her toes.
He had such sweet, gentle, and sexy ways. His tongue on her body, and they way he sucked and kissed her hungrily, like he was devouring a tasty dish filled her with a sweet pleasure and an ecstasy that made her sex toys seem boring now. She couldn't even remember what was inside the box now. Could hardly care.
Leif also taught her, that she could have a beautiful, sexy relationship where nothing was forbidden between the two of them, but it was also tender. He opened up her heart to what it felt like to be loved unconditionally, no matter what she thought, or believed. She no longer had to fit in a little mold that made anyone else happy. She could finally be herself! It was freeing!
And it felt wonderful to sleep in his arms. Sometimes she pretended to be asleep when he first lay beside her at night, but she wasn't really sleeping. Just enjoying on his tender doting on her. He'd kiss all around her face, and her cheeks, sometimes even the top of her rollers. Sometimes she'd feel him sneaking a feel of her breasts through her shirt, and she felt this warm affection, coupled with sensual pleasure that just made her throb with joy. She had to bite her lips, to keep from groaning in those cases.
And Lord, he was such a sexy white boy! Being around Leif, his thick sexy arms, when he wore those white t-shirts around the house, the way his round, hard little ass looked in his worn blue jeans, was hard sometimes. She wanted to peel off his clothes, wanted him naked, so that she could lick him from head to toe, but she resisted, because even though she loved him, and felt sexy feelings for him, she still wasn't truly ready for him to penetrate her yet. She was enjoying the feelings of their delicious foreplay. It was new for her, and she was also scared that once they crossed the border into "real sex" that would be the end of the luscious foreplay that made her scream for him again and again would be over.
She'd confessed to him, that she'd hid behind the dumpster after she did not return the texts that he sent just to ogle at him. Really, it had been to see the type of man that he was, as well as snatch a glance at his physique. She simply thought he was too sexy and beautiful to not be a casanova, and wanted to see how he acted when no one was watching him.
"You hid behind the dumpster. Lynne that's nutty as hell. You're so cute, and quirky," he said, and he was overcome with chuckles.
She never heard him laugh so hard.
"Well I was scared of you back then. But, I was glad that you played with your back to the audience, because you were shirtless. And, I didn't want anyone seeing your chest, because I bet it's sexy. Let me see you without your shirt on. without your back to me," she murmured softly.
"Not yet. I'd rather save it. It'll be special then. If I'm naked around you, no telling what I'll do to you," he grunted huskily. Lynne settled for licking his gorgeous nipples through his t-shirt.
"Okay. Later," she'd said softly and shyly.
They had settled into a wonderful pattern of domestic bliss. They split their time between their apartments, spending one week at each. Leif bought her a kitten, a female kitten. He called it their daughter. She was there to protect her against any mice, should he not be there to help rescue her. When he bought home that cute gray kitten she immediately snuggled it, and Leif.
She'd never had an animal before, and he teased her. He called it practice for one day when they got married and starting a family. When he said things like that, showing how devoted he was to her, a lot of times, she got teary eyed.
She took the easy chore with the cat, the morning feeding. She left him to empty the litter box every other day. She teased that was because she would be feeding an actual baby with her milk, and since she'd have to get up and feed it, all hours of the night, he would have diaper duty. Any number two's and she'd promptly be dropping the baby in his lap. They were practicing their future parenting duties and respective skills with the cat.
He laughed hard at that. But comments like that, told her how serious he was. She was serious about him too, sick with love, and already she couldn't remember her life without him.
They both had outside jobs, besides their nightclub gigging. Lynne sang Jingles, and Leif actually cleaned a recording studio, and the owners graciously would let him track his band and record demos late at night, when no one wanted to use the studio. He used to just track himself playing the guitar, but Lynne convinced him, he had a pretty voice, and he should use it. So now, he did start to do some rough recordings, that sounded like a harder edged version of Jeff Buckley.
And now, really late in the evenings, after their respective shows, she went with him, while he tracked her on demos. On Late Night Saturdays he'd bring in her band, and the bassist, bassist and they'd just gig in the studio while he recorded them. She even provided background vocals on some of the songs for his band, because Leif thought a rocky edge would sound good with the Lead singer. She was beginning to see that Leif was the creative genius behind that bad. The lead singer simply was bolder and had more stage charisma than Leif.
But Leif had all the real life charisma. He was sexy and passionate as hell with those brooding blue eyes! When they were in that studio alone, at the mixing console, late at night, and he was working on his own demos, or stuff that he recorded on her, a lot of times, she wanted to eat him up with a spoon. The man was sexy when he concentrated. Sometimes she distracted him with a litany of passionate kisses until he chuckled and swatted her butt, and told her that they needed to get back to work.
He'd also asked her to see about extra side work making jingles, and she'd found him work, recording guitar riffs. She didn't see why he felt like he needed to save more money all of a sudden, but he told her, now that they were spending more time together he wanted to build up his savings, for the future. So, she'd let it go at that.
She rarely thought about the pain of the past anymore, all she could think about was how good it felt in the present. She never imagined sharing the things that the two of them shared, him eating her like that, every day without reserve. He said the day wasn't complete unless he'd feasted on her tight little pussy. And, even calling it a pussy. It had felt like such a forbidden, and nasty word before, but now it felt sensual and beautiful, because it was a word spoken between them as lovers.
They still hadn't had sex yet, and she was starting to want to have sex with him more. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave her. She whispered to him late at night, that she wanted to please him.
He whispered back,
"No, I want to please you. I want you to want my cock, as bad as I want to give it to you. You need to be aching for my cock. You aren't ready yet,"
She didn't understand how much more she needed to plead with him, before he would see that she was ready. She had found the idea of penetration repulsive before, but now, she felt like it was something that she would like to try with him. She thought Leif would make it a nice feeling. It would be pleasant. She told him so.
"Pleasant? No baby, that's not ready. Pleasant is a lot of progress from where you were that night when I saved you from the mouse, but you are not quite ready yet. You'll know you are ready, because you'll need that cock. You'll feel like you'll die if you don't feel it inside you," he added stroking her hair.
"Leif I want us to-"
"Hush. When we were first getting to know each other, you said you found sex painful, and thought the idea of penetration was repulsive. You first man degraded you, because he was a monster. The only way to get over something like that is to feel like you need my cock. Like it's an itch you need to scratch. Like the feeling of being filled is some shit you need, beyond what my fingers and tongue can bring. Until you want me to fill your little pussy baby, so bad you are begging, I don't want to do it," he added kissing her forehead.
