Dear Readers,
Thank you for continuing to read about these two. A part of me wanted to rush and get to their beautiful vows, but the other part of me felt like I still had to be true to these characters and give a level of detail that allows their love to fully blossom.
But, we are almost there, so hang in there, they will be married before you know it, and I think the wedding will be well worth the wait.
Your comments and feedback inspire me always.
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Lynne slept for about four hours, and awoke with a start. It felt strange sleeping without Leif. Funny how she had no problems sleeping alone when she was single, but now that they were a couple, she missed the sound of his breathing, and the smell of him close to her, with his sweet, woodsy, manly scent. She missed the heft of his arm over her, and even the feel of his flaccid cock, tucked away between her ass cheeks or nestled up to her thigh like she loved.
It didn't take much to make that cock hard if she had need to! She thought about some lazy mornings when they lay in bed half the morning and she wanted to ride and he was still asleep. She'd grasp his beautiful flaccid cock, and it would grow hard after a few strokes, and he'd groan for her, Lynney, his eyes would fly open, but he'd be barely awake and she'd drape her thigh across his own and slide on his cock and ride him while he kissed the crown of her head and forehead, with good morning kisses, without even uttering a word between the two of them, just sensual pants and groans until they were both spent. After they were spent he'd often keep kissing her forehead, laughing, and murmur, good morning Lynney, and they'd both crack up with more laughter.
It was wrong the way he'd left her horny like too, after her spanking that evening, but then, he couldn't even let her cuddle him for more than an hour as she slept peacefully, without, as he said, devouring her. She couldn't wait for this damn devouring!
She reached over beside her and realized he left behind one of his dreadlock caps. She pushed it close to her nose and inhaled. She loved that smell, the smell of the dreadlock maintenance kit. It had this sweet, minty smell, and she remembered that scent lingering in the air when he'd kissed the crown of her head and told her all those sweet things about having a safe word she could use. That tortoise word. How he'd warmed her heart and gave her the butterflies, always giving her a way to feel safe, even as she became a more grown up and sensual woman in his arms after they wed.
Well, he was patient with her when she'd been a tortoise, and now she didn't want to be a tortoise anymore. She wanted him to take her, as hard and nasty and rough as he wanted! Lynne rolled over onto the mattress.
She couldn't sleep.
It had been a long time since she'd masturbated. Sometimes when she was missing Leif and thought about how sexy he was, if he was running errands or something, she'd touch herself a little bit and get nice, wet and juicy and even taste it a little, but she would not climax. Not because she couldn't, but she enjoyed much more the orgasms she received as a result of Leif's gentle caresses with his mouth or his fingers, or his firm strokes with his dick. Those orgasms they shared together felt like tiny pieces of love falling from the sky and radiating with joy through all her pleasure zones, her pussy, her nipples, her mouth while they kissed, and she just wanted to savor all those pleasurable moments with Leif.
But, he hadn't been able to give her any of those moments, or a happy ending this evening, because he was nervous he'd fuck her to pieces if they engaged in sexy behavior. She wondered what fucking her to pieces would entail, but she knew it would be lots of greedy kisses and passionate thrusting, and their bodies colliding together in ecstasy, while she savored the pleasures of being taken by his big fat cock.
She couldn't wait!
She didn't even realize she'd been rubbing her wet, panty clad pussy up to the bed sheets, dreaming of the fucking until she felt a huge wet spot spreading through her underwear and onto the mattress.
She turned over on her back, embarrassed. She'd need to clean those sheets off before Linda saw them.
Quickly, she turned over on her back now. She rubbed her nipples gently, but in her minds eye, it was Leif flicking over them gently with his tongue. She missed him so much, her eyes were watery!
She wondered what Leif was doing now. She slid her hands down her flat stomach, and over onto her tight, cotton, boycut panty crotch. Soaking wet, and her clitoris was swollen and aching with pleasure, needing some sensual release.
It was torture the way they were separated from each other right now. She knew he couldn't be near her because he couldn't wait, and she didn't really want to wait anymore either. Lynne just knew she wanted to feel close to him, the way she did when he lay beside her.
And a small part of her did want to tease him, and be sure that, when they were reunited in about five days, it would be a really good fucking, because he craved her so intensely! She became overwhelmed with the feelings she'd experienced during the spanking. Lynne reached for her cellphone on the counter and her hands were shaking.
She placed it between her breasts to stop her hands from shaking. Finally she couldn't resist, and she slid her hand in her damp nest of curls.
"Mmph!" she whimpered, and quickly bit her lip, remembering her bedroom was between Linda and Garette, and her Grandmother. She didn't want either to hear her making sexual nosies.
She blushed, and then started chewing slightly on her lip to cope with the pleasure.
Her mind flashed with a whirlwind of fantasies about Leif having his way with her, being savage but sensual in ways that only he could.
And there was no rhyme or reason to what she did, but she picked the cellphone off her chest, which had been cradled between her small, shapely breasts, and pointed downward towards the sticky, gray outline of her white, boycut panties, fingers mashed inside and gently ticking her lips and clitoris.
She snapped the picture quickly and turned over onto her belly. She had to turn over onto her belly so she could bite the pillow, and now in her mind's eye, Leif took her savagely from behind, and so she curled her fingers inside herself, thrusting as hard as she could with two fingers, imagining his fat cock was pummeling her. She chewed the pillow to keep from howling when she came, the pleasure made her knees shake, not the way Leif made her quiver, but it was still damn good, and relieved her sensual pleasure, especially when she imagined him giving her the good fucking which she now knew she so desperately needed that would bring them so much closer together when they were man and wife, emotionally and sexually.
And part of her couldn't help wanting to share a piece of the joy she just had with Leif, she didn't want to leave him out of any sexual pleasure she experienced. Even though she felt shy, she wanted him to see that, she needed him so much, it forced her to touch herself. He'd know how powerful and manly he was for sure then. And, she didn't mind if, she needed to get taught a lesson for tempting him with what he couldn't have yet! Her stomach got the butterflies when she thought about getting a loving setting straight from Leif in his playful way, and then how he'd hug her and kiss her and tell her how she was still his little angel. She loved those games.
The only reason that Lynne hadn't sent the picture while she was touching herself, was the excitement was too strong and she dreaded the idea of accidentally sending it out to the wrong person in her phone during her feverish pleasure and lust, instead of only sending the text to Leif.
