Lynn And Leif Forevermore Ch 60

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His heart was filled with a special kind of joy right now. It was the joy of finally feeling free to express himself in a totally physical way with the woman he loved more than he'd ever loved anyone. The sheer pleasure of sharing more intimacy with her than he had with another soul. Never penetrated a woman's ass before, much less double penetrating her, and he'd been doubly penetrating her, with the duck beak, and his cock, and what was more, Lynne roared with pleasure like a freaky little lioness. She fucking loved sex toys, pleasure, having her ass played with, but more important than all of that, she loved being in his arms. It was beautiful to watch how happy and free she was when they played, whether they were fucking greedily on the ledge of the tub, or splashing each other with water like children.

It was the joy of watching Lynne blossom, growing into his equal in the bedroom, with her own ravenous appetites, particular enjoyments or fetishes, and a comfort level of expressing them with him. And that was because she knew she was loved by him emotionally, and adored, and he'd literally rather cut his arm off than hurt his lovely young wife, even for a moment.

It was such a wonderful cycle of emotions, and playing out in such a powerful way, he never could have even imagined this morning when they said their vows. And dear lord, the way she threw her arms around his chest and clung to him when he carried her piggy back in the bedroom, he was glad the room was dark because a tear fell down.

He could tell in the way she gripped him that she felt cared for and loved, and her happy giggle said even more to him than the words I love you could have said. This was a woman who was used to conditions and parameters being put around every morsel of love and approval, so to get to show her that their bond, and her love and care was his most important priority made him feel so loving inside towards her, and so needed. It was intoxicating for him.

He put her on her feet in the bedroom and turned the bedroom lights on low.

He grabbed a small remote and turned on the gas fireplace.

"Oh Leify it has a fireplace!" said Lynne and she squealed.

Her high-pitched squeal thrilled him just like the coos she made when he was inside her.

"You like that huh darlin'," he asked coming up behind her and swatting her ass gently.

"Hell yes, this is romantic as hell! If I knew there was a fireplace in here, I would have begged you to take me back here first and have your way with me," said Lynne.

"Well I tried to, but your hot little ass wanted to do it in my parents house, then you gave me a blow job, flashed me your panties outside the house, and topped it off with letting your skirt ride high up on your ass while you slept, seduced me in the bathtub with your new rubbery ducky toy and ice cubes, and frankly I just couldn't keep my hands off of you, and by now, it's getting late, and you're gonna be so sore tomorrow, I'm gonna give you a break for now. Plenty of time tomorrow for us to fuck right in front of the fireplace when it gets cool in the evenings," said Leif.

Lynne threw her head back and chuckled when he talked about their exploits earlier in the day and how he kept trying to get her back to the bedroom but her desirability kept foiling their plans, blaming her for their excesses. She snorted with laughter. Then she looked at him and glowed.

"Not my fault you can't keep your hands off me. And I never want you to keep your hands off me, and I don't care if I'm so sore I can't sit tomorrow," murmured Lynne, walking up to him and cupping his ass in his surfer shorts from behind.

"Little Lynney, you tempt me so much, but you'll be regretting it in the morning. Really you will, we've fucked hard and rough too many times to count, and you'll be so sore you won't even enjoy yourself tomorrow, won't want to explore more sex and shit, and it won't be any fun for you. Trust me, I know sweetness," he added tickling her chin dimple dotingly with his thumb.

She looked at him and pouted.

"If you're still that horny, I'll pleasure you with my mouth before I tuck you in, it'll be gentler on you, you've had enough of the hard stuff for tonight, and I want to be able to fuck you tomorrow too and I don't want you squirming in pain, only pleasure," he added protectively.

Lynne had been wearing a sad little pout, but now she beamed.

When she grinned, he knew that Lynne knew he was putting his foot down because he cared for her, and didn't want her severely uncomfortable in any way. He expected her to be a little sore and tender in the morning because she'd never been fucked before, but he didn't want her in any really painful discomfort because of their new sexual greed. It was again what any good man would do, but because she wasn't used to it, she thrived in his care.

Now was the time to show her his special surprises for her bedtime. Yes, there were more presents, everything carefully planned so that Lynne would know how special and loved she was as his new wife.

"Come sit on the bed with me," murmured Leif.

He'd strewn the beautiful mahogany four poster bed with romantic rose petals and had placed soft lighting all around their bedroom. He'd been planning on seducing her in here with the fireplace, rose petals, and a bit of wine, but he'd wanted and loved her so much they hadn't made it to their bedroom this evening to christen the bed.

It was sweet and romantic to him that they couldn't wait. It would be branded on his memory forever, honeymoon sex so hot and urgent they didn't even make it to the bed for their first night of sex.

He ushered her into his arms, and reached under the bed, depositing a big box on Lynne's lap.

Now, he worried a little bit, didn't want her to think what he was doing was corny, but he couldn't help being touched that she was so touched when they were dating, and he'd help her get together her pajamas before bed. He'd thought this was just the type of doting care that she'd been starving for, and he loved giving it to her and seeing her face light up with love. She was his wife now, and he wanted her to know how much he loved having her in his life, and as his very own little woman to love and care for.

So, he gruffly sat the box in her lap.

"Open it," he barked a little harshly.

He didn't mean to be harsh but his sentimentality was now a bit of an embarrassment to him, and he wanted to get the gift giving over with so he didn't have to feel the lingering embarrassment or wonder if she'd think it was corny.

"Okay Leify...more presents? You are so sweet. I got you a surprise gift that I've hid from you all day too," said Lynne.

"Open my present first," said Leif with firm gruffness.

Lynne opened it, and much faster that she'd opened her Christmas gifts earlier in the year, tore the wrapping paper everywhere, he supposed she wanted to see what this very last gift of the day was, that he was giving her as his new wife right before bed.

Then she flipped open the lid of the box.

She did something he did not expect.

She whispered-

"Oh God," and put her hand up to her mouth.

Her eyes filled with water and she just sat staring down into the box, not taking out the gift or anything, until Leif began to murmur-

"I knew I took it too far. You hate it, it's corny-" he said with a bit of anger rising in his throat. He was embarrassed by his feeling for her, and thought he'd went too far.

"No! No! I love it. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me," and she pounced up and down in his lap, kissing him on his cheek. She practically clobbered him with kisses, and his throat felt thick with emotion.

"Really Lynney?" he asked.

"Really! My God, they are so cute, I want to wear them forever," she said enthusiastically.

She picked up a cute, white and blue pair of boycut panties with Leif's Wifey embroidered on the bottom, and a cute, matching mid drift top with the same phrase stitched across the top.''

She picked the panties and shirt up out of the box and turned them over and over again touching the embroidery.

"Leif's wifey," she repeated, looking at the panties and shirt, as though she wasn't really his wife until he'd given her the matching panty set.

"I finally belong somewhere. Finally belong to someone who really wants me, just how I am. I never had that, never belonged really anywhere, and now I do. I belong to you. I'm your little wifey, and you want me more than anything, or you wouldn't have given me these cute embroidered panties, with your name on them, and me listed as your wife, I'm going to wear them with such pride. My husband...my family....my lover..." she added.

Her voice was husky with emotion and she started to cry.

"Yes, yes you do belong baby, right here in my arms, right here in my heart. I'm glad you want to be my wifey, just like I love to being your husband, and I love you, just as you are, just the way god made every precious hair on your head," he added.

He was glad she was buried in his neck doing her own crying because he had gotten misty with his cheek buried in the crown of her hair. The panties and the shirt made her feel exactly like he wanted her to feel, like she belonged, and she was wanted, and loved, accepted for who she was, a part of something bigger that herself, the woman of their growing family.

"I love to belong to you! I got you some jammies as a surprise present too, but they don't say Lynne's Husband, I wish I'd thought of it though," said Lynne.

Leif chuckled huskily.

"They don't have to say Lynne's husband. It's the thought that counts. You can do that next time kitten," he added with a smile.

The Jammies she'd brought him were nice too though; silk, deep blue, and she'd given him a pipe and slippers. She knew the pipe was corny but she thought it would be a fun gag, and maybe he'd like to see if they could smoke some Mary Jane out of the pipe.

Leif found this prospect simply hilarious. He chuckled with deep laughter in his belly.

Lynne, a corny, spacey little ham, but the pipe would probably work nicely as a bowl, even though he'd never tried it before. His little soul mate. A woman he could jam with, fuck, and smoke a bit with.

Lynne was still wrapped up in both white terrycloth towels from the bathroom.

"Time to get ready for bed sweet. You told me you liked when I got you ready for bed. I think it's only right if you let me help you get your jammies on, and get you snuggled in the bed," said Leif.

Lynne beamed at him. He knew she wanted to be cared for tenderly like this, and he hoped it made up for hellish cold nights he imagined her suffering when she was younger, being forced to read cult shit, maybe having her teddy bears taken away, and being treated sternly. Bedtime would be warm and tender now, and he didn't care if she was grown up or not, he lived to pamper his young, love-starved wife.

He kept dried her off a little more with the towels, then swatted her ass.

"Up you go," he murmured, and she stood up.

She lifted her arms in the air, and he put the tank shirt lovingly over her arms, slid it down and arranged it so that the top fell just above her adorable belly button, which he dotingly kissed.

"Mmm, when I get you pregnant, and my baby is in that belly, gonna have to get you a bigger shirt, to cover your cute, swollen little belly," he added playfully pinching her rear.

"God I hope you put a big baby in my belly when we are ready, I hope you get me knocked up huge, and everyone will be able to see that I'm yours, and you love me so much you filled my belly with your big seeds," she murmured.

She sounded almost delirious with love for him, even with him joking about knocking her up, and he felt so lucky. He got a husky chuckle and kissed her forehead.

Lynne looked surprised when he held out the shorts for her to step in.

"What? I took it seriously when I said getting you ready for bedtime. You said you loved it, when I kissed you goodnight a few days ago, and I told you, that you'd seen nothin' yet. I mean it. I'll get you ready for bed every night if you want to baby," he added his voice husky with love for her.

She smiled at him through her tears, stepping into her underwear, which he pulled up on her hips, and slapped her ass.

"There, all ready. If you're really good, there's another present for bedtime tomorrow," he added kissing her on the cheek.

"I can't wait!" cried Lynne happily, and she sat in his lap and squeezed him tight.

Leif held her, and kissed her. He just dotingly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, allowing her to revel in the pleasure of being cared for tenderly. Bathed by her man, and dressed up in her pajamas so she could rest. He kissed her forehead.

"You're so sweet. Get up for a second so I can put on my own pajamas that you've given me and then I'll cuddle you more okay. Sweet of you to be so thoughtful, I wasn't expecting anything," said Leif.

He peeled himself out of his beach shorts with none of the care he showed Lynne, quickly putting on the silk pajamas.

"Damn, this shit feels good. I feel like prince in Egypt or some shit. I never had silk pajamas," he said with a masculine chuckle.

"Well now you have them. Slippers too, and you deserve them. You are like a king to me, and kings should sleep in silk pajamas. Good silk too," she said with a shy smile.

"As you are my queen. So tell me, I know you liked when I fixed you that tea when it was time for bed, and you couldn't sleep when your parents were harassing you when we came home from Cali. Do you want tea, or you want some warm milk and cinnamon. Warm milk makes you sleep really good, and I want you to sleep good and have good dreams so we can have more fun together inside and outside the bed tomorrow. There will be no more nightmares on my watch, and I can already tell, that when you were in trouble when you were a little girl there was no sleeping. Can tell that just by watching you. That is over and done with now Lynney. I'm gonna put you to bed every night if you'll let me, cuddling you, getting your jammies ready, fucking you until you feel good and sleepy. If something troubles you at night, you don't hesitate to shake my shoulder and wake up your husband. Might not have been okay when you were a little one, but you're my girl now, and it's okay by me. This is a new home, and you are loved and cared for. You need your husband, you just tap my shoulder, I don't care what is going on, if I'm sleeping, the game is on, none of that nonsense means more than my sweetie. There will be Christmas, and Easter, you'll have piggy back rides, slow romantic dances, rollercoasters, Saturday Cartoons, what else, anything else that I'm missing, I just wanna make sure I give you everything that you missed out on before our honeymoon is done," he added rubbing her stomach with gentle fingers.

His voice was husky. Lynne had hid in his neck, and soaked his neck with tears, he knew what they were, she called them gratitude tears. She'd finally found her home in his arms and today she became his wife and she knew for sure how safe she was and he wouldn't ever let her go. He just gently rubbed the embroidery on her panties that said Leif's wifey, squeezing and patting her rear and dotingly rocking her back and forth. She clutched him like she'd held him when he'd fucked her against the wall. Just as tight, as when she climbed the wall for her first fuck standing up.

She couldn't speak. Her shoulders were shaking with joy.

"That's right. You're Leif's wifey now. You belong to me," he added dotingly, his voice husky with joy.

He'd never been more serious about anything. He brought them to this house, to a home for their honeymoon on purpose so that Lynne could feel love, and understand what it was like to be cared for emotionally and nourished. If she didn't leave not only feeling like a blushing new bride, embarrassed by how much her man wanted her, and a little sore, and she did not now know how much her husband loved her and wanted her to feel safe and start repairing the damage done by her shitty childhood, he hadn't done his job during this honeymoon.

She looked at him, and her eyes were red and puffy from crying with joy. He knew, he could tell, she hadn't expected that he'd still be pampering her after their wedding day. Leif supposed she thought that he up and married her, and rescued the damsel in distress and so the spoiling was done, and it was time for her to put out like a grown woman. But, she was only right about the second part, not the first.

Loving and cherishing her, he wanted to do that more now that she was behaving like a grown woman in his bed.

"Milk and cinnamon like Linda used to make me, or tea with a ton of lemon and sugar like you love," he repeated, gently chasing tears down her cheeks with rough fingertips.

"Milk," said Lynne softly.

She tried to climb on his back for another piggyback ride.

He found that sweet, and adorable, but he had another surprise for her, in the bedroom, and he wanted his lovely little wife to rest and relax. He'd given her a real workout starting before the reception was even over, and he wanted her warm and snuggly in their bedroom, in the cute little pajamas he'd given her, waiting for her loving husband to tuck her in, not fiddling around in the dark kitchen, up too late while he made them some warm drinks to get them snuggly in bed.

He wanted to bring Lynne her favorite warm treat to make her stomach feel warm and safe, and make her sleepy, and he was glad to be able to be the first to nurture the lovely woman before bedtime.

"Sit, I'll bring it to you. Just don't go to sleep without me. Why don't you look in that nightstand on your side of the bed. There's just another small surprise I want you to make a decision on before we turn out the light for bed," said Leif.

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Her husband turned the corner to make them a cup of warm milk for the night, and she looked down at her embroidered shirt and panty set that he'd given her, that said Leif's wifey.

She traced the fabric of the words over, and over again, and cried more silent tears of gratitude. Leif's wifey, and the fact that he loved her so much, he'd had a matching shirt and panty set made with his name on it for her to wear, because he was so glad she was his wife.

Hell her whole life she searched to feel like she belonged, with her parents, then with the larger group in the church. She never felt like she belonged. Even with her girlfriends she felt a little like an outsider because of how she was raised. The only place she'd felt acceptance was the song stage before meeting Leif.

But Leif loved her, didn't think anything was strange about her at all, loved the things that made her who she was. He'd lovingly called them quirks. Accepted even her sometimes childish ways. Adored giving her back the missing pieces of her childhood. The shirt then, symbolized all of this to Lynne, and she already didn't want to take the shirt and panties off in the morning time. She already hoped that he'd brought her another color for another night, so she could parade around wearing panties that he'd given her to symbolize that she belonged to him for the whole honeymoon!

She also supposed he'd given them to her because she'd been too chicken to get the real tattoo that he'd gotten of her name on his ass, she'd just gotten the henna one, but she had a permanent reminder that she belonged to him with the underwear now.

She loved the panties, and shirt so much she was still admiring the embroidery, lifting her shirt up and inadvertently flashing him her tits when he returned with two steaming mugs of milk and cinnamon for them.

"Hell yeah, that's what I like to see," said Leif with a gruff chuckle.

Lynne blushed and lowered her shirt, chuckling.