***
Leif was enjoying Lynne's sexual awakening. She was still shy, but she had this sweet sensuality that bubbled readily to the surface in the context of the tender love that they shared. She was growing more aggressive, and greedy with her passion for him. And greed on her behalf, when she'd been so shy and timid before, even scared to kiss him was delightful. He encouraged this growing greed, and enjoyment of sitting in his lap, and riding his dick. Even though he hadn't fucked her yet, the increase in her primal passions, along with his enjoyment of their soul nourishing lovemaking was so delightful to Leif.
It really seemed like he'd been stuffing himself with instant junk food before, but now that he was with Lynne, he'd been treated to a sumptuous gourmet feast, all varieties of different food, many textures and flavors, and the only problem that seemed to rear its head occasionally was that he wanted to gorge his palate on all the different foods until he had a stomach ache. He needed to fuck her, in as many was as he possibly could!
But he could wait for the honeymoon. It was difficult, when she tempted him with her sensual, and loveable ways, but his primary concern was that Lynne feel loved and safe, especially with all that shit she was going through with her parents. Seeing how terrified she felt of them, and even how abrasive her father was, made Leif want Lynne to understand that the home and love that they shared was the opposite. He never wanted Lynne fearful of him in any way.
He knew, she'd feel safer with him when they were married as man and wife, and she felt nothing would come between them. That feeling of security grew between them each day and it created an intoxicating bond. He knew that as the trust between them grew further, she'd have no problem pleasing him in all the rough and steamy ways he needed, and satisfying his primal urges.
Getting those baser urges satisfied after they went strolling down the aisle was important to Leif, because he simply couldn't get enough even making love once in the morning, and once in the evening, sometimes with another time thrown in there as well. He'd be satisfied for a little while after their encounters, but soon after he jizzed, the urge would rear itself again, like the intense urge to scratch an itch again after the previous relief from scratching had subsided. He knew that if he could fuck her, he could get some temporary relief for these strong sexual urges, until the next time he needed to be rough with her.
But Lynne was already wonderful at unselfishly satisfying his sexual passions. If he was cuddled up to her, and excited, and she woke up and felt his hardness on her, she would very often roll over on her back, and allow him to make love to her again. Or other times, if she was already wide awoke, she'd take him into her sweet lips, and suck him so good, while he groaned that he loved her. Both things she did with no coaxing at all. He didn't have to ask, she wanted to please him and make him happy so much, when she felt his erections, she was flattered and eager to please.
The steamy erotic bond that they shared was the type of bond that most men only dreamed of, to have a woman so sweet, and so willing, who loved to please, and also enjoyed being pleasured!
So he knew he had loads of fun ahead of him in store. In the meantime, he was continuing to build the trust in Lynne through their lovemaking, wooing her with kisses and sucks to her body and her pussy, and his declarations of love until she opened for him willingly, lustily. Then, sweet soft stroking in those luscious folds to bring her to orgasm. Sometimes, deeper, harder strokes near the end.
Occasionally he'd give her a few greedy strokes to help them both come and her eyes widened with pleasure and shock, and she made deep cooing sounds from the back of her throat like he was treating her to exquisitely rich candy that she loved so much but couldn't tolerate too much at one time. Those sounds were sweet to him, that sound of surrender and virginal delight at being stroked inside so roughly and deeply, glimmers of new roughness she never felt before.
She could hardly stand those few thrusts. He wanted to hear her make those sweet love cries the whole time he rocked hard within her! Those few strokes that he allowed himself made Leif feel like his heart would stop because of the pleasure, but their main purpose was to prepare Lynney, just slowly and gently amp things up a notch and teach her about the differences between fucking, and sex, just like she was learning when she straddled him and rode him a little rougher.
She was an erotic creature, but she was also so tender. A man could wait a whole lifetime and never find someone with such kind, and open hearted ways, and how delightful it would be to get nasty and dirty with such an adorable woman who enjoyed getting dirty as well, and loved him so intensely, and hell, sometimes she looked into his eyes like she worshiped him. How he cherished her!
Rough sex would be an intense experience for her as a new bride, delightful, but intense, and since they still had a few months ahead, he thought it was wise to drop tender hints here and there about the pleasures of losing themselves to wild, all consuming passion, and how much they could indulge and enjoy as man and wife. He'd made a promise to save the rougher things until their shortly upcoming wedding, and, he'd never break a promise to his Lynney. She'd had her heart broken, and other promises broken before, but he wanted her to learn how much she could trust him.
***
Lynne was having a ball planning their wedding. Her preparations were coming together nicely. Leif was happy that Lynne had something positive to focus on to take her mind off of the excommunication threat her father had made. She barely mentioned it during the past few weeks, she'd been so busy with their wedding planning. The wedding was only a few short months away.
When she was planning, she was often skyping with Janelle and his mom, they had that pintrest board, and they pinned invitations, wedding cakes, bridesmaids dresses, what the groom would wear, food, and venues. Lynne often called Leif into the room to get his opinion on various matters.
Leif was surprised to be having this much input into the wedding, because he'd told her to do what she wanted. He meant this too...he loved Lynne, and he saw her wedding day as a princess day where she could have whatever she wanted, and get a taste of the joyful way he wanted her to feel for the rest of their lives together. But, Lynne really wanted his opinions, so he'd give them to her, always with the caveat that he wanted her to do whatever made her happy. His wanting her to do what made her happy seemed to draw murmurs of happiness and approval from his mother and Lynne's best friend.
Today she called Leif into the room to get his opinion on wedding cake designs, and a proof of an invitation that they were having rush ordered. When she was on the computer skyping and pinteresting and whatever else in the world those women were doing, while the apartment filled up with sounds of Lynne's giggling and excited talking, her friend, and his mother could only see her from the chest up. Most of the time, she only wore a cute t-shirt, and a cute baggy pair of sweatpants, when she was on the skype calls.
But today, Lynne had on this tight, white little tank shirt. Her small, shapely little tits hanging free, nipples mashed against the shirt until they strained. He guessed that his mother and Janelle didn't notice how sexy her damn breasts were, and why would they notice? They weren't sleeping with her! To them, she just looked like she was being comfortable, and bumming around the house.
But Leif could see the bottom half that they couldn't see!
Her voluptuous ass cheeks spilling out of the tightest pair of white little boycut panties that he'd ever seen her wear. Her sexy little ass crack, those yummy little cheeks, all proudly on display, mashed into those cute little iKea stools she loved so much. How could she call him in the room like that, and expect him to pay attention to whatever it was she was showing him, and not leer at her tasty body.
