Dear Readers,
Thank you for sticking with this story. I know that some of you feel that the story is long, but I wanted to send these two off with a proper honeymoon where they get to finally enjoy all the passion that two people can share to make it worth the time you have invested in reading about their courtship.
Your comments and emails motivate me and inspire me to continue writing until I feel that these two are finished on their journey.
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Lynne yawned, stretched, and leaned up and kissed Leif. He was spoiling her rotten with love. The star, the rosebush, all those treats for her to play with, the swing, the trampoline, the outdoor shower, everything planned with love and care so she could see what it was like to be a part of her very own loving family.
He slapped her rear playfully.
"Let me show you the rest of the house," said Leif.
Her thigh and ass muscles were sore from thrusting so vigorously and she blushed at the memories and heat that flew to her face.
"This is a cottage, so there are not a ton of rooms, but it's nice enough. You know we have the Pacific Ocean view. There's a great balcony here. We can sit out here and read, have some beer, smoke a little grass, have a little nookie. Not much we can see out there in the dark, but I'll take you out in the morning," added Leif huskily.
He very gently led her by her arm through the house. Next they had a kitchen, with nicely appointed stainless steel appliances, granite countertops and heated marble floors. Lynne noticed and commented on how warm the tile was, she never felt such warm tile, and that was when he told her that the bathrooms, and the kitchen had heated marble flooring.
He showed her the mudroom.
"They've got all kinds of toys for us here. Two fishing rods if you wanna be my little fisher lady like I asked you to be during my bachelor party. A paddleboat, awesome shit! There's also some surfboards here. So if you wanna be my little dudette, I can teach you how to surf," he added with a smile.
"Oh Leify, I don't know...I can swim, but I don't like to be deep in the water. When we'd go swimming with the church youth group, my ex used to lead me out to the deep end, but then he'd swim far away from me, and I would be so nervous. I'm only a passable swimmer. But he said I'd never learn to be a really good swimmer if I always wanted someone to be close to in the deep end, I wouldn't learn to swim well independently, and I guess he was right, because I'm still chicken, and even though I can swim, I don't like being anywhere that my feet can't touch the ground," said Lynne.
"Wow, I can't believe he did that shit. Just everyday it seems I find out something that shocks the hell out of me, and I can't believe how mean it is, it makes me so sad, mad, and then want to rearrange someone's stupid face, damn it those men you were around before," said Leif shaking his head.
"I wasn't trying to bring you down, I was just saying that I always wanted to see you surf, I think it's cool but maybe I can watch from afar, because I'm not really keen on the deep water," added Lynne.
"You don't ever bring me down. I want you to share your whole heart with me baby doll, how can I know what is broken, and what needs care if you bottle it all up inside. Telling me that was absolutely the right thing. I'm glad I'm here to cherish you. If you...yeah...getting abandoned in the pool when learning the deep end is not a good thing. If it weirds you out too much we don't have to go surfing, you can build a sandcastle and watch me. But I think this would be a good bonding experience for us. Get you some nice memories associated with the ocean. I will never lead you anywhere that you can't grab my hand until I'm sure you are ready for me to let go. That's in the water, and that's in life," he added.
He cuddled her.
She stood on his feet and buried herself in his chest and the next thing she felt was kisses to the crown of her hair.
"You're safe now Lynney. You are so safe. Maybe we'll do some sandcastles first and if you feel really brave, maybe a little swim lesson with your husband, maybe some surfing. But...I'm not impatient, and I will not leave you when you are not ready to handle it. I want you to have a lot of fun with me and feel so safe and loved. You decide when you are ready to let go of my hand. Just like with sex, you decided when you were ready to share your body with me intimately and I protected you and was gentle with you the whole time. I would be the same with you in the water. I will protect you with every breath I have in me. You'll always have your husband's love," he added.
His voice was husky. He squeezed her as hard as he squeezed her when they'd fucked on the couch hours ago. He loved her with that same intensity whether he was inside of her or not. It was bright and beautiful and she felt warm and tingly in her stomach like the rum and coke he'd given her earlier. She could trust Leif. Trust him with everything, any dark secret, anything that was scary or had caused her pain, just like her man trusted her.
"I love you Leify," she added and her voice was husky with emotion.
He stroked her chin dimple and kissed her cheek.
She saw nothing but love in his eyes, and tenderness for her.
"I...I think we should...go surfing...whatever day you want...I'd like to learn from you. You've been such a loving teacher, in the bedroom and outside it," she added sweetly.
"So you're gonna be my surfer chick now huh? You're on baby girl, give me some," he added playfully giving her a high five.
She grinned at him. She knew if Leif gave her his long, husky guitar playing fingers and she could hold his hand, she could do anything.
"Let's see the rest of the house. Still a few more rooms. They got this den, game room. And we are not spending a lot of time in here you little nerd with this ocean front cottage, but I checked it out and they do have some games, so maybe, if it rains, we can play a game or two," said Leif with a chuckle.
"You just don't want me to kick your ass, just like everyday at home," said Lynne with a wry chuckle.
"I just know I'm gonna be slapping that ass," said Leif swatting her ass several times, and she yelped and squealed and started running ahead of him, past the all the mirrors lining the hallway.
"Hold on, not the bedroom yet...let me show you the bathroom first, said Leif, running ahead of her, and backing her up a few paces into the bathroom.
"I've got presents for you in the bedroom, don't go in there yet," he added looking at her with a sweet but sheepish grin.
"I've got a present for you too Leify...I can't wait to give it to you," said Lynne, beaming at him.
She couldn't wait to give him his present, and she looked at him sweetly.
"Well, me first...because the honeymoon is the time for the groom to spoil his bride. I want you to have a look at this bathroom. This shit is amazing. One day Lynney, after the Dutchies hit it big, or I cut loose and do my solo, guitar album, I and I hit the big leagues, I'm gonna get you some shit like this," said Leif.
"Damn!" exclaimed Lynne.
This bathroom, the only bathroom in the two-bedroom cottage was a decadent playground for sensual lovers. Lynne imagined that the couple that Leif had rented this cottage from must have been huge sexual freaks, and she was so glad they'd allowed him to use this space.
The heated marble floors were back, just like in the kitchen, in a terracotta color. There were mirrors throughout the entire bathroom, from floor to ceiling. If they were back at home, Lynne might have been slightly annoyed at having mirrors from every direction to show case whenever she got a zit, but here, as a honeymoon playground, she found the mirrors intoxicating. Maybe she should bring the theme back home and redecorate their apartment bathroom with more mirrors.
There was even a huge mirror plastered over the floor near the Jacuzzi. Just thinking about that mirror on the floor, directly overhead, and all the mirrors all around them sent a shiver through Lynne full of dirty thoughts, thinking of how she'd be able to see him pummel her with his cock in ways she'd never before dreamed.
Sexy!
There was a five-piece bath. Lynne loved bathrooms!
She squealed.
