Hi faithful readers,
Thanks for your comments after the last installment. Your comments on my latest story about these two, and even some of the older parts of the story truly keep me motivated. Thanks for your kind words, and also your critiques which make me a better writer.
Sorry that it has taken me so long to write this installment, but real life has intervened, and I also caught the flu in the interim, so not a lot of time to write.
But I appreciate you all continuing to read an enjoy this story, and hope you enjoy another slice of Lynne and Leif's romance, as they journey to a much deserved honeymoon.
Look forward to more installments soon.
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Lynne shut the door and peeled out of the comforter. She felt so loved and beautiful because of Leif. But she also felt grown up, and sexy too! She knew she'd tempted him and teased him until she got her way and he fucked her senseless in his old bedroom, but it was part of her wedding day dream. Ever since he'd teased her in the laundry room that day about if she'd go off some place private with him, to fuck him after they'd said their vows, because he couldn't wait to be rough and hard with her anymore, she'd fantasized about him being overtaken with lust, and not being able to even make it until their honeymoon.
And, now that he hadn't been able to resist her, her wish was fulfilled and she felt beautiful, adored, desired, and even better, she felt no shame or secrecy. She was a married woman now, and fucking her hard and often was exactly what the two of them were supposed to be doing. A love that had God's blessing now, and him fucking her hadn't turned their love into anything sinister, or cruel, she didn't feel like the clock was about to strike midnight and steal her prince away.
If anything, she felt lie Leif was even more princely, the way he handled her when he fucked her, with manly desires but even still, with tenderness.
They were primal, and physical sure, but there was still love there.
Damn! He'd fucked her so good her knees felt like jelly, because she'd used them to keep supporting herself even as his thrusts were so greedy they kept threatening to knock her on the bed. But that was just because he was so damn tall and solid even though he was thin, and she was tiny and petite, but she enjoyed that weightless feeling.
She still kept lining up for him to be able to drive that cock in her deep and hard and it felt so good! Her pussy ached with sweet aftershocks of pleasure, the sweet quivers felt like he was still inside her somewhat. Lynne dropped his space ship comforters down to the floor.
She was glad he'd done her in his old bedroom too. She was the last lover he'd ever have in this damn room, and the way he'd been gulping for air while he kissed the crown of her head, and that satisfied Cheshire grin that he wore, told her that she was his best, even though he'd already told Lynne many times before that she was his best lover. It left her reassured, but she still was feeling better now that he'd fucked her, because he'd deserved to fuck the woman he loved enough to give her his last name, far more than the silly notches on his belt he'd been marking before he met her!
And she was the only woman he'd think of now, they'd marked even his old adolescent bedroom with a steamy memory they'd each never forget. Lynne walked toward her suitcase and started feeling his come leaking down her thighs.
So damn erotic and she knew if Leif was there, and he saw it, he'd lick the juices that started dribbling down her thighs.
Instead, she was in there alone getting dressed for their honeymoon, so she cocked her leg high in the air, positioned a napkin under her thigh, squatted and bore down until there was thick, pearly lump, just like her husband had taught her to deal with his come so it wouldn't be running everywhere and making her uncomfortable until her next shower or bath.
She didn't mind come leaking on her panties and sweats they were around the house, but she wanted to look beautiful for Leif and still keep a bit of wedding air, so she'd chosen a very short, lacy ruffled white skirt, a lacy little camisole top, and a white jean jacket in case her arms felt cold. She didn't want that come leaking out of her short skirt.
She stood before Leif's dresser, to wipe her makeup off, reapply light lipstick, and comb down her hair, when she caught a glimpse of her hair in the mirror. It was tousled and falling down everywhere.
Looked like a damn bird's nest, despite all the time the hairstylist spent pinning it up this morning. She snapped a picture of her hairstyle and sent it in a picture message to Leif.
She was surprised with his almost immediate response
"Told you we'd fucked up your hair! That's what happens to naughty wives who need their dresses unzipped,"
She could hear him chuckling through his brother's old bedroom wall, after he sent the text.
She chuckled loudly too before taking down her hairpins and shaking out her hair, combing it lightly.
She looked down at her lips, which were smeared with kisses, her pink lipstick all over her face, her cheek; her lips were so full and pouty too. She looked like she'd been ravaged.
Damn, there was even a huge red hickey on the side of her neck where he'd bit her from behind like a puppy biting the scruff of his playmates neck. Lynne realized as her stomach filled up with sweet warm fuzzies, that she looked like she'd been fucked, fucked senseless by a man who adored her.
And she felt almost too weak and giddy to hide the evidence, her arm felt a little heavy as she was brushing her hair and rearranging her makeup. And she wanted to run into the room where Leif was getting himself ready for their road trip and climb in his arms for more of that sweet throbbing pleasure he filled her with when he bounced her in the air like a spinning top, and she felt enamored with Leif, and how wise he was.
He knew she'd feel this way. That she'd just want to lay up and get up to more nastiness and loving and fucking with him, and that's why he hadn't wanted to fuck until they arrived at their honeymoon destination.
She took another washrag and washed the color and heat off of her face, as best she could, reapplying light lipstick, combing her hair down.
She sprayed some cologne on and rolled on some extra deodorant, being in that heavy wedding gown and squirming all over the sheets with Leif had left her smelling a bit ripe. That was exactly the smell that turned him on and she felt warm in her stomach that he loved her so much. She felt a sniffle of gratitude forming.
She adjusted the new beautiful pearl earrings he'd given her for their wedding. Lastly, she pulled out a pair of white canvass converse sneakers. They gave her lacy wedding like skirt and blouse a casual hipster air. She knew Leif loved heels from his new sweet request for her to keep the heels on as they fucked, but her feet were tired after wearing these shoes all day.
Later on that evening, when she changed into lingerie, she would promise to treat him to heels again, at least for a little bit.
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He felt different than he imagined he'd feel after fucking her. He thought he'd feel some relief, and he did, but he also felt the same sweet itch he felt the first time he made love to her, to experience the delightful feeling again and again. It was fitting he married her, because unlike any other woman he'd been intimate with, with Lynne, he was filled up so full of love and lust for the lovely woman and didn't know the first thing he could do to keep the craving satisfied. He needed more, and more, and he was so glad he was her husband. He needed to be near her, loving her, kissing her, and fucking her at all times. He felt like a drug addict for sweet Lynney.
He pulled his dreadlocks down. He left the shells on the tips, because he figured Lynne liked the shells. He'd leave them in for a few more days at least. He'd spent a while putting them in because Lynne had wanted them for the spiritual ceremony. He felt a bit silly, but it was a small price to pay to make his little Lynney happy. Whatever she'd wanted for the wedding day, he was so glad he could give his baby a princess day, exactly what she wanted, including fucking her before the reception was over. Sweet little angel he'd give her everything her heart desired from now on. He felt warm when he thought about what a wild little thing she was.
She was tenderly learning to be uninhibited with him, just like she was on stage. Getting her little brains screwed out and reveling in it like a grown, nasty little wife. Damn her juicy pussy was so tight and she'd looked so filled, so stuffed with pleasure swallowing up his enormous cock. He had to stop his thoughts, or his cock threatened to swell up into an ache again.
