Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 40

But since it was so easy to carry her around, he loved to spoil her, and he didn't care who saw him giving this twenty-three year old woman, soon to be his wife a piggy back ride.

When she leaned into his neck and said...

"I don't remember ever having a piggy back ride, but it's so damn fun," Leif figured it was dark at the fair now, and no one would see the tear that slipped down.

Pretty thing like her, it was a shame it was her first piggyback ride! He would have thought she would have had dozens when she was little! That was part of that affection that she craved, missing pieces of her childhood!

Oh how he lived to spoil her, and if she liked piggy back rides, and hadn't had them, he was going to be sure she got to go on lots of rides on his back now, public, private, he didn't give a shit! She wouldn't be missing anything as his little wifey!

"You like piggyback rides eh'? Never had those either huh? Pretty thing like you deserves lots of piggyback rides. Well, you can probably leave your shoes at home for this honeymoon then. I don't mind carrying you around on my back, whenever you want to go for a ride, you just say so, just like being in my lap," he added sweetly.

Then, for his woman, his girl, who never had a piggyback ride before, he carried her the whole way onto the ferry on his back, onlookers be damned.

Once they were on the ferry, he picked the spot they had found before.

Lynne stretched out over his legs on the ferry ride, looking at the view of he city as he played with the crown of her hair.

It didn't take long and she was sleeping soundly across his knees.

He was glad she felt loved and safe enough to sleep on him so peacefully in public.

And then, because no one could see, and it was dark, he kept kissing and smelling the crown of her hair, it was smelling like her coconut shampoo, and the scents of the day, the theme park, cotton candy, kettle corn, and all that shit, and he'd never smelled anything so sweet before.

Never felt something so lovely before as the way he loved her, emotionally and sexually. Never had sex in a dirty assed restroom before, Lynney was a spicy little creature, but, even while they were doing it, giving into their raw sensual desires like that, and he was filled with base, animal like pleasure, he was also filled up with love for her, those big brown eyes, pouty lips, the cute noises, and those braless breasts jigging around for him in that tight ass t-shirt. Even when he was busy sexing her her he wanted to cover her face in kisses she was so adorable, wanted her to feel his protection and love when they coupled, as much as he wanted her to feel those steamy, base desires.

She was now begging him to fuck her, with tears in her eyes. Sweet Lynney!

Just like with introducing her to sex earlier, he hadn't wanted to get really rough with her until she was panting, and begging, and squirming. He knew it would be traumatic for her, and she probably would not enjoy it at all if he didn't wait until she really wanted it. She'd had so much shit forced down her throat, growing up, and with that ex of hers, that he'd wanted to draw out, tease that desire for roughness out of her, not force her to want to fuck him before she was mentally and physically prepared.

And now that he'd succeeded, in drawing out Lynne's desire for him to handle her roughly sometimes, the real fun could begin!

The only difficulty Leif could see up ahead was helping that sweet creature live up to the standard that she wanted- she wanted to wait until marriage to be his nasty girl, and he was going to hold her to that, even though he could clearly feel the fire and longing in her loins and belly as she slung her hips back to meet his few, final greedy thrusts on the sink. That was the first time he didn't feel her trying to wriggle away when he got a bit lusty at the end, and she was actually throwing her hips into his thrusts for more roughness!

That erotic creature was ready for her man, and wanted to be shown what it was like to be a grown woman. But she was a good girl, and she'd expressed that wish to him, and he wanted to help her keep her wish, so she wouldn't later have any regrets.

And, he felt sorry for all the guys out there who really thought they were having fun "scoring". With Lynne it was quite clear that he'd been very wrong in his single days, for a raunchy time, he had far more fun putting his energy in his hot little firecracker he could love as a companion, and making her feel secure, and loved enough, and once she felt those feelings, she didn't even blink about trying awesome, freaky shit! It was easier to get sexy longings fulfilled by a soon to be wife who loved him with her own strong sex appetite, than it was charming random women picked up in a bar. But it was more than just easy proximity to carnal behavior, the hot sex Lynne shared with him was emotionally fulfilling in ways that he couldn't even wrap his whole mind around.

Finally, the ferry pulled up to the dock.

"Come on, wake up sweetness," he urged, and Lynne was bewildered, sleepy, rubbing her eyes, trying to figure out what was going on.

She'd fallen into hard sleep like she was sleeping in her bed at home, across his knees, drooling on his knee and everything.

Poor thing had been nervous and hopeful to meet with her parents, and now that the outcome was what poor, as she'd she thought, she could finally rest peacefully, knowing she'd done what she could. His sleepy little woman didn't have to worry about anything though. He would care for her.

He just knelt down, and grunted, gripping her thighs as she obediently wrapped her arms around his neck.

That was how he carried her to the car.

In the car, she said five words, to him, and fell asleep hard leaning against the van window.

So when they got to the house, he didn't have the heart to wake his sleeping beauty.

He opened the car door to lift her out.

She started to plant her feet on the ground.

"No, no, I don't mind, you've been sleep drunk this long, let me carry you the last part of the journey," he chuckled.

She wrapped her arms obediently around his neck again and he carried her up the flights of stairs to their new two bedroom apartment, let himself inside, and placed her gently on the bed.

He removed her shoes, and helped her pull off her new black jeans.

Stripped her down to that adorable Brooklyn tee, and those precious black panties. He cherished the opportunity to help her get undressed for bed. Spoil her, pamper her, get her feeling loved and safe.

He just looked at her, tiny, beautiful, and falling soundly asleep on her spot on the bed again.

What a gift she was!

And now she was his, nothing else standing in their way, not even her mean, rotten ass parents, and that crazy fucking church.

He peeled off his clothes and got into the bed naked, ready to throw his arm around her waist, thinking she'd be too sleepy to want to really cuddle.

But when he felt her roll over in his arms, and lay herself contentedly against his chest she squeezed him tighter than she'd ever squeeze that old teddy bear she won at the fair, he never felt his heart so full!

How the hell was he to make it through this wedding without letting someone see him cry like a pussy, because he was happy, and he knew she was happy as well.

Those were his final thoughts, trying to stay masculine in the face of this all consuming happiness that he felt, and the way, he already knew the depths of what he'd feel for Lynne when he saw her in that little white dress, whatever she wore, walking toward him in the outward symbol of what they already knew, on their wedding day.

That she was his!