Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 49

"You can't squirm around like your adorable ass is doing right now, you've gotta hold still when he does it. I can hold you down if you need baby," said Leif indulgently stroking her chin dimple.

Fuck, Matthew was right, he was corrupting that sweet little angel, for her to even be sitting in this tattoo parlor with him thinking about getting it. But he knew she wouldn't go through with it. She looked scared and sick and almost green with that cute pale beige skin of hers. He knew they'd look back on this and chuckle. And who knew, in the years to come, she might be brave enough to do it, and that was fine, but he wanted her to have thought about it first.

"I'd rather you be holding me down Saturday evening," she purred softly.

"Mmm, you are gonna be a nasty young wife, and I love it," he moaned softly licking his lips.

Vinney appeared, ready to give Leif a refresher tattoo.

"Come over here and hold my hand Lynney, it'll make the pain better. Let me squeeze your hand," he offered.

He took Lynne's hand gently, opened his pants and matthew covered every part of his ass except the place where he was getting the tattoo.

"He's gonna use that thing on you!" cried Lynne as the loud sound of the huge tattoo needle started.

Leif chuckled at her innocence, then cursed when the needle made contact with his flesh.

He was getting the red for the heart darkened, and also Lynne's name, and their wedding date so that it was even more clearly seen.

He got quiet. Leif hated that he always cursed at first when they started the tattoo. He looked at it as a sign of weakness. But he squeezed her hand so tight, Lynne squirmed. He was hurting her. He had to ease up on the squeezing.

Lord she was so tender and sweet and if she couldn't stand the gripping of his hand, how did she think her tender, perfect flesh would cope with the cutting from the needle.

"Wow it is getting darker," she cried looking at it with wonder.

Soon, Vinney was finished, and he swabbed it with alcohol, and then bandaged Leif up.

"Your turn now cutie," said Leif winking at her and sitting up in the chair.

His heart filled up with love when she sat between his legs on the tattoo bench and murmured,

"I can't...I'm scared it's gonna hurt so bad...the way you were squeezing my hand so tight...Can't I wait a little while. Like maybe our anniversary, and do it then," she murmured squirming in his lap.

"God you are so fucking cute! Of course you can wait! I just didn't want you accusing me of making you a Church girl baby. That was what you said before cutie," said Leif, playfully.

"I just wanted to show you how much I loved you, like you loved me enough to get this tattoo after your Bachelor party," said Lynne.

"You are so sweet. Guess what Vinney's girlfriend does for a living? She does those henna tattoos. I texted her, and she is thrilled to do one on your ass just like your husband's. But even better it doesn't sting, doesn't leave a permanent mark in case you change your mind. What I think is that you can keep trying different henna ones until you pick the design that you see that you like, and might want to make permanent," said Leif.

Leif had already coached Vinney to act like Lynne was brave. He didn't think she'd go through with the tattoo but he didn't want her esteem to be crushed either. Didn't want the cutie to feel like she'd failed. This was all shit that her family should have done for her all along, but it thrilled him to have the chance to do it instead and have a positive impact on his young wife to be.

"Yeah Leif is right! You were brave for coming in here today and even seeing what he did, and brave to even want to get a tattoo. Lots of friends take their buddies in here and can't even stand to watch them get the tattoo. So you're a very brave woman. Leif loves you a lot! Let me tell you. I've seen this guy before, and he was just despicable before he meant you. You saved his ass. I'm gonna get Melissa, she'll give you a pretty Henna tattoo that looks just like Leif's" said Vinney.

Leif glared at Vince. He didn't want him to keep talking, he hated to think of the person he was before Lynne, and didn't want Vinney to open his big mouth and talk about all his exploits. That part of his life was over now, and good riddance!

Most of those girls he used to be with would be climbing in Vinney's lap while he tattooed them!

Lynne lay beside Leif on the tattoo bench. He helped her pull up her adorable sundress and pull down enough of her panties so she could get the tattoo.

And he didn't care who saw, he paved the way with a light kiss to her bottom before Melissa got to work.

Lynne wanted to know how long the Henna would last. Melissa told her that it would last at least a month if she took care of it, and rubbed it nightly with baby oil.

"I'd be glad to take care of that for you baby," offered Leif.

"Hell yeah I bet you would," chuckled Vinney playfully clapping Leif on the shoulder.

"There are a lot of cool henna ones too. Maybe next time we visit California I can get your name on my back if I'm too scared to do the real thing. I really hope I'm brave enough soon. Maybe one of our anniversaries," said Lynne.

"Sure sweetie. You've got a lifetime to make up your mind. Looks like your little rear is finished. That's cute as hell and it's bad assed. No one has to know it isn't permanent yet," he added with sweet, playful doting affection.

"I love it!" said Lynne.

Melissa had gotten all the details, the heart, the key, and Leif's name, and the arrow that Lynne had wanted to symbolize that he'd stolen her heart. He'd liked the idea so much he too had gotten the arrow drawn on during his refresher.

She'd done such a good job, Melissa asked if she could take a picture of it for the henna tattoo book, and Lynne agreed, but both Leif and Lynne made sure it wouldn't show the curve of her ass, or anything provocative.

They left the tattoo parlor hand in hand, like Bonnie and Clyde, one with permanent ink, and Lynne with her temporary tattoo.

"Thanks for that in there Leif. For making me feel brave. Once he started inking you, I knew I was in over my head," said Lynne with a chuckle.

"You are brave. The bravest woman I know sweetheart," said Leif with a playful chuckle.

"Only when you are holding my hand," she confided playfully.

"Well, you're always gonna be brave then princess, because I'm always gonna be there to hold your hand," said Leif.

He drove the two of them back home just in time for the rehearsal dinner, while they held hands in blissful silence.

***

"No more guests Leif! Vinney and Melissa, that's it!" said Lynne firmly.

She rarely raised her voice, but Leif was driving her crazy with this rehearsal dinner. There were only really supposed to be enough place settings for the people in Bridal party, along with her grandmother and their family.

And now, Vinney and Melissa made an extra pair, forcing them to have to set up an extra table, or else sit them with the children. Furthermore, Lynne was making a special dessert, she'd cut up these cute custom fruit platters and spelled out everyone's name.

Now she needed to make two extras.

"Yeah Leif, we've had it with you. Inviting people to the wedding at the last minute too, and now we have fifty five guests, instead of fifty, and thank god we have the place to seat them!" said Linda.

Now Lynne felt better about her own raised voice, Linda was yelling at Leif, and she rarely heard Linda raise her voice. The pressure was on.

"I'm just happy and I keep telling people I run into, and everyone wants to come to a wedding," said Leif.

"Well then if you don't have the heart to turn them away, just shut up about your wedding for one more day, then you can tell everyone you meet, even a hobo on the street, because it will be over!" said Linda.

Lynne chuckled hard into her hands.

Leif looked crushed.

"It's okay baby. I know you were trying to do a good thing by letting them come when they invited themselves. Don't look sad. But your mom is right, the yard is bursting at the seams. And Vinney and Melissa, what are we to do about that. I have to make extra fruit platters," said Lynne.

"You are so meticulous. My dear, just throw some fruit on a platter, they should understand why there's doesn't look like everyone else's. They weren't invited. Leif what are you thinking of, they aren't part of the bridal party, or the family," said Linda shaking her head.

"Yeah, but Vinney's an old friend of mine. And, he gave me a nice tattoo last night to help me symbolize my love for Lynne...and this morning his girlfriend helped Lynne do something she wanted to do, and I found out that he was sad that he wasn't in my wedding," said Leif.

"He asked to be in the wedding? Oh Leif, you should have asked him earlier!" said Lynne nibbling at a grape, that she didn't feel looked nice enough to be the dot on the "I" in Vinney's name.

"No, guys don't talk like that. He just figured that I didn't ask him, because he looked too wild to be in our wedding to you, Lynney, with the Mohawk, and his nose ring, and those tattoos on his face. He joked that you looked scared of him at first. I told him that you looked scared of me too when we met, and now we were getting married. We had a good laugh at that. But he thought you didn't want anyone too wild looking. I told him that wasn't it at all. I thought that he would think being in a traditional wedding and a groomsman was corny! He was mad at me, imagine that! I've never known so many wanna be hard assed guys who want to be in a wedding, or invited to one," said Leif.

"If he's your boy, you should have still asked him. Oh sweetie, I feel bad. Well, you think you have enough time to find him a tux?" asked Lynne.

She knew it was last minute, but it was Leif's wedding too, and even though she cringed at how disorganized it was getting, she wanted him to have everything that he wanted.

"Nah sweetness, it's too last minute. If we'd found out at the top of the week, it would have been cool, but the wedding is tomorrow. Not enough time baby, but it's sweet you want to make it happen for me. But thanks for letting him crash the rehearsal dinner. He thinks that's special enough," said Leif kissing her forehead.

Linda and Leif left Lynne in the kitchen and Lynne was thankful. She needed to concentrate on the fruit platters. They were coming out pretty and it took her concentration to cut them up just right spelling everyone's name, and making a nice assortment of fruit.

Linda and Leif went out in the backyard to set up the extra place settings for Vinney and Melissa.

Lynne felt so lucky to be marrying someone that people seemed to love as much as her sweet, kindhearted Leif. That was why they couldn't control the wedding guest list or the rehearsal dinner. Everyone wanted to be included!

She was happy that they had so many people blessing their upcoming union. The wedding promised to be full of love and caring and they were surrounded by good will. It was much different than the image that Lynne had conjured up when he first asked her to marry him. She thought it would be like a justice of the piece affair with little familial support.

She felt so lucky and blessed. Her eyes were watery.

She cut up a fruit platter spelling Melissa's name.

The pineapple looked so damn juicy after she cut into it. She cut enough to spell Melissa's name.

Lynne loved pineapple. It was her favorite fruit. She looked around to see that no one was watching, and she took a huge bite of the pineapple sucking the pulp into her mouth, letting the juice dribble down her chin.

As the juice dribbled down her chin, she let out a small moan, then she turned around, startled to see that Leif was already standing there, watching her eat the pineapple.

Shit! He did that all the time in the house, not on purpose, but he walked so quietly sometimes that he ended up startling her. Sometimes she felt like he did it because he liked watching her when she had no clue he was watching, in a loving manner.

But she had pineapple drool and pulp all over her face like a greedy little girl and she was embarrassed and reached for the paper towels.

"No, don't move, it's cute and sexy as hell!" he grunted huskily, making quick strides toward Lynne.

He turned her around in his arms.

"You're greedy for fruit aren't you? You couldn't resist taking a big juicy bite out of that pineapple huh? I can't wait until you can't resist me taking a big juicy bite out of you too baby," he murmured playfully.

He captured her lips in his own, and sucked and licked the juice erotically off her entire lips and chin.

If someone had told her three months ago, he'd take so much of her lip into his own mouth and suck the pulp out, almost down to her chin, she would have thought it was gross, but the way he did it was so erotic, like he wanted to eat her, the same way she ate that pineapple, and once he sucked her juices dry, he'd spear her, the way she'd speared he pineapple to get the core. It turned her on wildly, him capturing her lips and sucking her like that, and she actually wanted him to suck off her entire face, then start on the rest of her body, putting his greedy lips on her everywhere, she didn't care!

"You are so greedy, and cute, and impetuous. I can't wait to have my way with you. All those qualities will make fucking so fun, he moaned sexily. He picked up the pineapple near the core where she'd bitten and took a much larger bite out of it, greedy pulp and all, dribbling juice and fruit down his own chin.

Damn he was so sexy!

"I can't wait to take my big juicy bite out of you too Lynney. But I won't bite harder than you want me to baby.

She couldn't resist the pulp that was on his lips, pineapple juice running down his chin

"I promise not to bite you harder than you want too!" she moaned, as though she had the power to take as big of a bite of his fruit, as he took of hers.

But then she also figured she may surprise him.

She pulled him down to her face by his dreadlocks, sucking and nibbling the fruit off of his sexy mouth and chin.

She was all dressed up and ready for their rehearsal dinner, wearing a summery looking white and yellow halter-top and pencil skirt.

He picked her up and sat her on the counter top next to the fruit platter.

"Look over at the clock baby," he murmured sweetly sucking and nibbling her ear.

She giggled.

"Why should I look at the clock? Too see how late it's getting and I still have shit undone," she cried.

"No, I want you to look, because this time tomorrow, you'll be my wife little cutie, and I'll be doing everything I want to you," he moaned.

He took a big pineapple spear that Lynne had yet to cut, and he placed it between her lips. He teased her, probing it deeper and deeper, swirling the sweet fruit in the recesses of her mouth, and each time she tried to take a bite he twirled it in a way that was impossible for her to bite, took the fruit out of her own mouth, and sucked it, then pushed it erotically back into her mouth.

Pushing it back in further against the pallet of her mouth. Lynne was surprised at how deep the fruit was going into her lips, but she wasn't choking, or gagging at all.

"You'll love what I do to you sweetheart. I'll never give you more than you can bare in your mouth or your belly. Do you understand sweetheart. You'll enjoy it so much, but I won't ever give you anymore at one time than you can stand, and if it ever feels that way, you remember about the safe word. As you get more comfortable, you'll probably take much more in your mouth and in your belly than you ever imagined possible, and you'll enjoy the hell out of that shit, but I'm a loving husband and will never give you more than you can bare," he moaned erotically.

And he pushed the fruit back towards her teeth at a reasonable distance so she could take a big, greedy bite.

She chewed, and he swallowed and he kept cutting off bits of pineapple and feeding her like his greedy, spoiled princess.

He wasn't even eating at all, just feeding her the fruit.

"I know what things are your favorite, and I'm going to give you as much of them as I can, in and out of the bedroom," he murmured indulgently.

"Leif, I love you so much!" she murmured, and she did love that man so much, using words felt silly. The simple "I love you" couldn't capture the depth of what she felt for him in her heart and soul.

It was tender the way he kept cutting the fruit into bite sized pieces that she liked to chew, and feeding her, making sure she'd chewed it all down whole before he'd delight her with kisses and cut another piece of fruit. He'd given her the huge piece of fruit that was too big to fit in her mouth, wiggled it around playfully and now that he'd satisfied his erotic desire and curiosity, he gave her the smaller pieces that delighted her. It was a metaphor for the way their sexual ecstasy would play out in the bedroom. He'd never forget to give her the small pieces that she enjoyed along with the big greedy pieces that he enjoyed!

"I love you too, you should know by how I feed you the fruit. Hell I don't even care if I eat right now. I just like feeding you and having you feel joy. Always take care of my baby too! Wait until you see how I feed you that wedding cake tomorrow. I have something special planned. And the tenderness won't stop even after we get a little bit greedy. Nothing a husband will love more than to baby his little Lynney after she takes his cock like a big grown woman. We have so much love to look forward to!" he added tenderly.

"Baby I can't wait to take it like a big grown woman and cuddle up with you afterwards!" she cried.

"Thanks for being understanding about the extra people at the party. Your fruit trays look lovely. I'll sit them outside for you after I clean you up. Did you get enough pineapple baby?" he crooned indulgently.

He wet up some paper towels and gently cleaned off her face.

"Yes I did. It was delicious. It tasted better with you stuffing me. Oh Leif I can't wait for you to stuff me whenever you need," she whimpered.

They both knew what the stuffing was about, and he leaned in and kissed her passionately, erotically, greedy, his big tongue everywhere in her mouth, giving her no space to kiss him back, but this sensation was delightful, and she surrendered and gently placed her hands on his shoulders while he grunted with pleasure into her mouth.

Felt so good for him just to explore her mouth recklessly all the sexy thing could do was grunt with masculine pleasure. She loved bringing out this primal part of him. She wanted him to fuck her now right on the fruit cutting board!

It was her mother-in-law who brought them back to reality.

"Cut it out you two! The honeymoon is about twenty-four hours away. You'd think you kids could wait that long, Lynne where are the fruit platters!" said his mother.

"I've got them mom. Lynney needs to fix her makeup," said Leif.

"With you around, I hope that poor girl has a whole tube of lipstick just for tomorrow. You need anything else Lynne? She's such a sweet girl, because really she shouldn't be doing anything for this rehearsal dinner," said his mother referring to things in the third person.

It was a funny trait that reminded her of Leif. He did that too when he was busy, or preoccupied.

She fixed her makeup and went outside to the patio to greet, and seat their guests for the rehearsal dinner.

***

It was getting to be dusk outside. Her mother-in-law had set up the place settings beautiful with the citronella candles keeping the bugs away. Lynne's fruit platters were front and center serving as placemats.

"Okay places everyone, places!" called her mother in law loudly.

Everyone lined up in the order they were to walk down the aisle. Flower Girl first, then the ring bearer, and the rest of the people in their bridal party. Leif had given Lynne strict instructions not to worry about anything, he'd handle it.