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Leif was determined to help her sleep. It was lovely for Lynne, because she'd never had anyone really help calm her nerves the way it seemed Leif wanted to. Being rocked in his arms like his big spoiled baby even though she was a grown woman was soothing as hell. She drank up his comfort in huge gulps now that he'd lovingly convinced her that he wanted her to have good dreams. And that he enjoyed indulging her with tenderness.
She sat up in his arms, and her sexy man got up from the covers, ass bare naked, she could see the silhouette of his pale luscious bottom in the moonlight. She felt a stirring between her legs. It was so sexy the way he just moved her panties to the side and pushed his thick dick inside her. He hadn't gotten as deep as she would have liked, but the visual, and the idea of what he was doing to her, had titillated her sexually. Then those last few strokes, he'd used his cock in her hard! And it hadn't hurt a bit, at least not in a bad way. She ached with pleasure while her pussy seized around his cock, she felt helpless with sweet joy.
The whole idea of there being only so much they could indulge in, like in the airplane or on his parents porch, where all he could do was titillate her with his fingers aroused her so much, made her feel like a tea kettle that was about to boil over and do some passionate things she'd never done before.
Being close like that and sharing their bodies when they got home had been satisfying emotionally, but now, because Leif cared for her with such kindness, she found her physical arousal growing strong again. She was still wearing the panties he'd sexed her in, and they were still stiff and sticky with his come, and moist and damp with her juices, reminding her of their sex. They were nearly uncomfortable, but she wouldn't peel them off. She liked being reminded that he'd sexed her in her panties, and used her body for his pleasure until they both came, hard!
Her nipples strained painfully against her tweety bird t-shirt. She loved the cartoon character t-shirts, and she wore them, sometimes even under her more dressed up clothes. The cartoon characters, her love of sesame street, it was all because these were things that she couldn't indulge in as much as her classmates growing up. While her fellow classmates were watching tweety bird and eating their favorite cereal, Lynne was up early in the morning in the freezing cold, banging on doors and winning converts. But Leif, he never minded the cartoon characters, or her desire to engage in childlike and whimsical behavior sometimes. He often said he thought it was adorable, and he meant it. It made Lynne feel accepted, loved, and secure. When they didn't have anything else they needed, or wanted to do he made sure they watched her favorite cartoons and ate breakfast together on Saturday morning, even though she was grown. He secretly still liked to watch cartoons too, and they laughed, and had such a good time together.
It was like, he knew what was missing, what was broken inside her, and he didn't mind filling her full of what she lacked, and it seemed to make the sensual bond between them even tighter. And she didn't mind filling him full of what he needed either, and she knew he needed someone to listen to him, not mind if he should stutter when he was nervous, and value his world outlook
She followed him into the kitchen quietly. Damn he was so fucking sexy, and she loved the way he just walked into the kitchen naked, and turned the light on like a sexy caveman.
But Leif was a gentle caveman. And he was also sleepy. He rubbed his eyes as though he was exhausted. But he cared for her with such kindness that he wouldn't go to sleep because she couldn't sleep.
"Baby, you look so sleepy. Go on to bed, and get your rest. I...I can make my tea, and I'll come back to the bedroom when I'm done," said Lynne.
"Hush and sit down Lynney! Wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to do it for you. I don't mind making you a cup of tea. Have a seat," he added gruffly pulling out her chair. He yawned softly.
And then, as though he felt like he'd been too harsh, he kissed her forehead. She knew Leif well enough by now to know that he wasn't being harsh, it was just a mechanism he used to keep from getting all mushy inside. Keep it masculine. Sometimes the harsher he seemed, the gentler he was feeling in his heart for her.
Lynne just glowed inside with warmth, and she smiled at him, drinking in the view of his broad sexy chest and thick arms.
"Okay...okay, you don't have to be grouchy. I appreciate you fixing me a cup of hot tea," she said softly, playfully chastened.
"Not a big deal Lynney. I don't mind at all. You'll sleep better anyway, with something warm in your belly. I always feel better with something warm in my stomach if I can't sleep" said Leif.
He poured water into their teakettle.
"Leif Peterson is that a teakettle I see? Not a microwave?" asked Lynne.
"Oh quit your yakking. I can use a teakettle now. I've been watching your ass and listening to you complain for so long whenever I'd microwave hot water for tea...microwave tea water tastes like shit...long enough that I know how to use this fucking teakettle contraption you brought to our house," said Leif.
Lynne giggled, and then snorted. He always knew how to make her laugh. It was fucking sexy watching him standing naked in front of the stove, like Tarzan, but sweetly watching the t-kettle like Mr. Manners.
The sweeter he was, the more sexually aroused Lynne became.
Even his flaccid cock was beautiful, and she already wanted to suck it again.
"You always say I'm a smart ass, you have a smart mouth too. And the microwave hot water for tea does taste like shit. You're finally learning to use a tea kettle, good for you," she quipped.
"Hey woman, I know how to use one of these guys. I knew it before I met you. Just, the microwave is a hell of a lot easier, and I don't taste the difference. But my mom used to use a teakettle too. So there," he said playfully sticking out his tongue at her.
Lynne chortled with laughter.
He brought the water to a boil, and when the teakettle whistled, he poured the hot water over the tea bag, and sweetened the concoction with honey and lemon. Her eyes filled up with water, watching Leif, long husky masculine fingers carefully pouring the water in one of their teacups, being dainty with the teabag, and then trying to get just the right mix of honey and lemon.
He fussed over her cup so much, and it reminded her of the way he fussed over her with kindness and concern. Then, he sat the teacup before her like she was his spoiled princess.
Lynne gratefully accepted the teacup.
She didn't want to sit in the chair, she wanted his lap, and she pushed out her chair, and sat in his naked lap, her thigh right next to his flaccid cock, and his thick, luscious balls.
"Thanks for my tea. Leif, I love you. I want your lap," she added kissing him softly on his lips.
"I love you too. And you're always welcome to sit in my lap, whenever you have want or need. You know that too. You know I love you sitting in my lap" he added his fingers in her hair, mildly scolding her, and pulling her into his arms.
She sipped the tea.
"It's delicious. You made it perfect just how I love. How can you know me so well?" she asked playfully.
