Lynne awoke the next morning buried securely in Leif's arms. She felt groggy with passion. As she opened her eyes and became acclimated to her surroundings, she felt an erotic awareness she'd never felt before growing deep in the pit of her belly.
Doing it the bathroom had been primitive, raw, and nasty in ways she'd only fantasized about before. She'd always wanted a love so strong that they couldn't keep their hands off of each other and would want to do it anytime, and any place before, but she'd always felt like such strong desires only existed in fantasies, love songs, and movies, until the trip to California with Leif. With the sex in the car, in the woodshed, and on the porch, she learned the good passion that could exist between a man and woman that caused them to want to be physical anywhere that it was possible to be close, regardless of the circumstances.
But the hottest, most raw encounter they'd shared so far was in that nasty ass bathroom. Soon she'd forgotten how nasty the bathroom was, just could only feel the expression of their passion and love. Lynne loved getting dirty with her Leify in the bathroom, and anywhere else he wanted to cook up! She just wished that they'd been wed as man and wife, so he would have really given it to her, the way she imagined that he'd wanted to.
She'd never felt such an intense desire to surrender herself to him and be fucked the way she felt when her ass was sliding around in that cool ceramic bathroom sink at the Fair. Those final few thrusts had been both rough, and delightful, her pussy had literally ached with sweet spasms of pleasure those last few times.
Damn, if that was what it felt like when a husband fucked the wife that he loved, she couldn't wait!
She felt him deep in the innards of her vagina, and it seemed clear up into her womb and the pit of her belly, and he was claiming her as his own, and she'd wanted desperately to belong to him, to share her body in this passionate, primal, animalistic way.
For the first time, his deep, sensual, male lust didn't frighten her or cause a small knot in the pit of her belly with concern that rough sex would be painful, or would cause him to lose love and respect for her. For the first time, she could truly feel how greedy sex could bring them even closer.
It also made her feel complete in her love and passion towards Leif. She'd always had a romantic, tender view of sex, and she knew that didn't have to change, that that sex remained this way to Leif as well, but there was another layer that needed exploring now, that part of her that liked when he kissed and fondled her in public, the part of her that liked the heat when he thrusted in her greedily and sucked her nipple so hard it ached. It helped her reconcile the emotional pleasure she received during their tender lovemaking sessions, with the baser relief that she'd felt when masturbating before she'd met Leif. She was now connecting the physical expression of their love, to that raw, greedy, animalistic overpowering pleasure she felt when playing with her sex toys. Granted, playing with Leif was much more fun and pleasurable than toys, but she was simply thinking about greedy satisfaction, and reveling in orgasms, just because they felt so good to their young, loving bodies, and letting that raw physical enjoyment just bring them closer!
Enjoying the raw physical pleasures and letting them completely take over was something that Lynne had been made to feel ashamed of before, made to believe that fucking was sinful.
She'd been embarrassed to have the desire for rough sex to take her over, and consume her, and to desire to be "handled" by her man, but she now understood that it was the natural outgrowth of such tender passion. And, her experiences prior to Leif had made her also believe that lusty sex was painful. But, just like Leif taught her about tenderness, and care, he was slowly teaching her that fucking did not have to equal pain, and now she ached with longing to feel those feelings, and become even more of his special sweetheart as she shared her body with him completely as his wife.
Since that spark had dawned in the pit of her belly in the bathroom, she just could not imagine a marriage without wanting her man to paw her, kiss her roughly, bite her, and thrust in her roughly sometimes. Tender kisses and sweet lovemaking was wonderful, but roughness was also delightful and added spice.
Leif got these desires because he loved her so much, he craved her until he was sick, and she was lucky to have found someone to love her so intensely that she could love back.
When he'd thrusted into her deeply those few sparing strokes at the end in that dirty ass bathroom yesterday, her ankles high in the air, Lynne had never felt anyone look at her with such adoration. She knew she was his special woman at that moment, there was no one he loved more than her, and no one could make him feel the pleasure that she made him feel. He filled her soul so thoroughly emotionally, and touched her heart with such love, it felt completely fitting to pleasure him deeply in ways that sexual ways, that spoke to the primal nature of his masculinity.
She couldn't wait to be his wife and let him fuck her! She'd do whatever he asked her to do just for the two of them to enjoy. Whatever kink, whatever pleasure he wanted to be shared between the two of them was fine.
He was so good to her, and it was a way that she could show him how she cherished him, with the added benefit of the extreme pleasure it brought to her body.
Leif clearly wasn't shy about pleasuring her heart, and making sure her feelings were taken care of. She was still swooning from the Fair date and the kindness he'd shown her that entire day, when she'd been heartbroken by the coldness of her parents.
And then the little things, the way he'd helped her get undressed for bed. Lynne couldn't ever remember feeling so safe. She was sure that her parents had put her to bed when she was small, but she never remembered so much security and love. She remembered having nightmares about the destruction they preached about in her church and being shuttled back off to her own bed.
She remembered wanting to read fairy stories and often times having to read the Bible instead. If she told Leif that, she was sure, he'd be bringing the newspaper, some other book, or a comic book to bed, and he'd read it to her, and he'd be tossing it off as wanting to read through some things he'd missed throughout the day, but he'd really be looking at it as an opportunity to read her something in a soothing tone of voice, because it was something she'd missed. He'd find some type of way to make it up to her, even though he hadn't done anything to make her miss these parts of her life. But the fact that he cared so much about her emotional makeup made him her closest soulmate, and her pillar of support.
Leif made up for those small slights and hurts without even realizing what he was doing. Sure, she'd been groggy and almost asleep when he'd helped her out of her jeans and shoes, but she'd still felt that kindness, adoration and love. Leif's utter unselfish desire to have her feel safe, and comforted, and nourished with his tender male love. She didn't have to do anything but curl up in a little ball on the bed, and her man would make sure she was undressed properly so she could drift off to sleep. And, after he did it, he'd quickly undress himself and cuddle the living daylights out of her, rock her in his arms until she really fell hard and heavily asleep.
Even now he'd buried her head in the crook of his chest, with his hand, even in his subconscious, while he was sleeping, he wanted to cuddle her securely to him, and wanted her to feel safe.
His lap, his arms, and his chest were always open, and for a little girl, who'd turned into a grown woman that was a little starved for tenderness because of her background and circumstances, it was the greatest gift he could ever give her.
She felt her eyes flooding before she could stop it, but she let the tears fall, as Leif was asleep, and there was no need to be concerned that she would awaken him. He worried when she cried, and she did not like to alarm him, and sometimes she found herself stifling her joyful tears so she didn't cause him any worry.
She was crying a lot lately because she was happy, and she wondered how the hell she'd make it through the wedding without her makeup being simply a mess!
