Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 55

Dear Readers,

Thank you for continuing to love hearing about these two. I'm glad their romance inspires you to reflect on the sweetness of love, and that you also find their story to be arousing.

For those of you who found the last few parts of their tale tedious, why would you continue reading a story you found tedious? The stories on Literotica are free.

I felt as though the wedding was the big payoff for those who have stuck with this story from the beginning, and I would be doing the story's fans a disservice if I did not describe their long awaited wedding in vivid, realistic detail.

If that is not your cup of tea, there are plenty of stories you can read on Literotica.

To the faithful readers, enjoy this next part, hopefully you breathe a sigh of relief, I did :)

Mich80new

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Damn it, that sweet, sexy new wife of his just must have wanted him to get after her! How did she imagine he'd peel her out of her wedding dress and not want to ravage her?

"You want me to get after you don't you? You want your husband to pay attention to you, and please your sweet sexy body huh?"

Lynne looked at him coyly. He could read just by the little smirk on her face that she was up to something, wanted him to play with her and love on her a little bit.

"No, I do need someone to help unzip me and get me out of this thing," she murmured gesturing at her back.

"Well, you could have gotten Janelle or my mom to help you out of your lovely gown," he murmured.

He put his nose in her sweet, vanilla scented hair and his arms around her waist, tucking his manhood on the curve of her back. He felt himself swell again, even though his hard on had gone down from when she grinded her hot, achy little pussy all over his lap down in the kitchen. Craving for dick! His little wifey craved for his dick and that knowledge left him feeling powerful, and manly, like no other woman had made him feel before! She was just destined to be his angelic dirty little wifey!

Lynne felt and smelled heavenly.

He pushed her forward and she walked towards his old bedroom dresser while he planted his hands around her waist.

"Your mom and Janelle aren't here," she added grinning at him devilishly.

"That's right they aren't here...but you know that asking me, is teasing me, with what I want, more than anything. Lovely, you know, you know if I take this off of you, I'm gonna have to kiss your sweet skin," he murmured kissing the soft nape of her neck, being careful to avoid the bandage and the wasp sting.

"That's a shame. But I think I can manage," said Lynne, biting her lips with pleasure.

Leif guffawed at that.

She looked so beautiful, and perfect standing in her wedding gown, and he was acutely aware that after she took her dress off, this would be the last time he would see her in this gown, and their wedding would be essentially over.

"I'm so glad Janelle and I were able to convince you to wear white. You're a beautiful woman sweetheart, inside, and out, and your heart is pure with love for me. You're like a little angel. No matter what nasty things we do together, and what we get up to, even after I finally get my cock in your ass like you crave, you'll always be my little innocent sweetheart, do you understand? Nice wifeys, they like to be bad with their husbands, and that's a good thing, but no matter how dirty it gets, you'll always be my sweet innocent, you can be as dirty as you want to be with me, doesn't taint you in my eyes at all, and I'm sorry you were raised to think differently, but it's a whole, new, beautiful world sweetheart," murmured Leif, gently tracing her neck with his husky thumb, and kissing her ear.

"I feel...I feel like I was beautiful to you today, and innocent, even though I love making love and having sex with you. Didn't at all feel, dirty, or cheap like my mother said I would feel. Instead I feel like a real, beautiful woman in your arms. I feel whole now, like everything I feel, like even now, how I want you to bend me over and be dirty with me is the most natural and normal thing on earth, because it is. No more living behind a mask or inside a shell," said Lynne.

Leif stood behind Lynne looking at their reflection in the bedroom mirror. It was the first time all day he'd seen a glimpse of what they looked like today, man and wife, side by side. Lynne looking tiny, beautiful, elegant and sexy in her ruffled lace-wedding gown, all those pretty tendril curls high upon her head, and framing her beautiful face, those striking brown eyes, and the chin dimple. She was beautiful as hell on the outside, and that was, without even knowing that sweet, coy, hyper little personality on the inside. And, he looked at himself standing behind her in his white tux. All dressed up in white, and looking princely, and like a knight and shining armor, standing behind Lynne, like she'd gave him the armor mask for their spiritual ceremony, and he just knew that he'd never let Lynne down. He felt more grown up than he'd ever been before this day, more dressed up than he'd ever been in his life, soon ready to start a family with this tiny, beautiful creature standing in front of him. Damn she was so tiny! He was much taller than her, and he saw that strength as something to use to protect and delight Lynne.

Leif put his hand possessively on her shoulder, feeling the warmth flush through him as he noted the difference in their complexion, and the texture of their skin, Lynne, shoulder, beige and soft, and his guitar playing hands, pale and rough, and how those two elements combined to create a tempestuous storm of passion and delight where they each drank in the differences of each other and meshed to form a stronger whole. He saw it that way emotionally and now, finally sexually.

Leif reached into his tuxedo pocket and pulled out his iPhone. Once she stepped out of the wedding dress, the wedding day was over, and she was en-route to their honeymoon.

"Lynney I hope, I hope this wedding day was just everything you imagined sweet! I hope you felt like your man's beautiful, special little princess all day long, just like you looked. And I hope...I hope having a nice wedding with all our friends and family there showed you just how very loved you are...not just by your husband, you know I love you to bits until your dying day but....also how much our friends and family love you. They adore you, maybe not the way I do, because no one loves you more than I do, but they love you all the same," said Leif looking at their reflection in the mirror.

Damn, they made a handsome couple, even to him! Sure they looked world's different but they were so beautiful together and complimented each other intensely.

"Oh Leif, this wedding day was far, far beyond what I dreamed when we were planning this wedding. But, what I didn't count on was just how much I'd love my groom. How would I know, how was I to know that the love that I felt for you in my heart, three months ago when you took me on a whirlwind courtship and asked me to marry you would grow into something like this. You're a prince. And I hope you felt like one too," murmured Lynne.

"I did. I know it seems like I'm stalling baby, but I just want to take a few pictures of us, standing here alone together in the mirror. I think we look pretty good," said Leif.

Lynne chuckled at his self-boasting about their appearance as a couple, did her little snort, and he chuckled too.

He held the camera out in the mirror placed his hand possessively on her shoulder and snapped a photograph.

"Selfies! Hey that one looks good," said Lynne taking his phone to look at the image.

She draped his hand possessively around her waist.

"Take another one," she murmured huskily, and he did, and then he took another one where he sensually kissed the curve of her shoulder.

Then another with him nuzzling her throat.

Then Lynne wanted in on the action, and took a picture of herself playfully leaning up and kissing him, her hand sensually in his dreadlocks.

Then another, as she clasped his head maternally to her bosom.

"You spend all your time either laying there, or my pussy anyway," she quipped after looking at the photo.

Leif chuckled.

He placed his hand delicately on her zipper, and turned her to the side.

It would be a suggestive little photograph, but he couldn't help himself, and snapped the photo.

Lynne was giggling in the photograph. It was such a sweet photograph.

They both chuckled when they looked at it on the iPhone.

"Don't worry Lynney that one goes in the private app," murmured Leif.

"I'm not worried. I trust you baby, or I wouldn't have married you," crooned Lynne.

"So, when I take this dress off of you baby that's it. The wedding is essentially over. I know girls dream of weddings their whole lives, and this is the only wedding you are ever going to get, because this sure as hell is forever. I'm never gonna divorce you, and if I die, and you marry another dude, my ghost is gonna haunt your ass forever! Once you take off the dress only thing left to do is say goodbye to our guests and ride off into the sunset together. So, are you sure you want me to take the dress of you right now. We could go back down and have one more dance. I know your first romantic dance was really special, and I want you to have your fill. I was honored to be the one baby, just like I'll be the first and only man to have you rough, and for you to enjoy that shit and not feel terrified. If you want another dance, we can go downstairs and have one...should still be time to get there before dark. I just want you to enjoy our wedding sweetheart. This was all for you, and nothing makes me happier than to see my baby happy," he crooned indulgently.

"You are crazy as hell Leif, about haunting me. You don't have to worry about needing your ghost to haunt me if you pass away. I don't want to marry another man, even if you pass away before I do, I'll wait for you in heaven. And, I enjoyed our wedding. It was what I dreamed of as a little girl. But one thing I didn't dream about as a little girl was all the days after the wedding. And now, that the two of us are together, the wedding is great, but it's only the beginning of the rest of our beautiful lives together. So the way I see it, the sooner you get me out of this dress, the sooner we can start our beautiful lives together. Each and every day. And the sooner the honeymoon gets started and we can really fuck," moaned Lynne sensually her mouth panting close to his own.

And Leif was intoxicated with his sweet wife. He leaned down towards her, kissing her with a greedy, vulgar passion, and his cellphone still in his hand, pointed it towards he mirror, hoping he was getting a memory of her greedy, sensual little kiss before he peeled her out of her wedding gown, but in actuality, having no idea what scene he just shot in the mirror.

"MMm," he was moaning into her mouth and felt tiny fingers digging into his biceps to steady herself, as she was turned sideways in his arms while he held his arms around her waist her ass in the curve of his pelvis as he crouched behind her.

She'd married him for all the right reasons. There were so many women who were just fantastically occupied with the idea of a wedding, but giving not one wit of a thought to all the days after the wedding. She was a solid, mature, responsible woman with a grown up mental outlook, even though she could be emotionally childish at times. That was not her fault, and she needed tenderness to make up for the emotionally repressed way she was raised. But despite her earlier emotional deprivations, Lynne was a passionate woman, and kissing her was anything but dull. He was so glad he'd fallen in love with Lynne, she was perfect for him. So perfect!

And now, not only was she the only woman he'd sexed raw, and without a condom, he was going to get to experience his first, fuck without a condom, with the woman he loved enough to marry, which just intensified his feelings! He couldn't wait!

How did she think, how did she dream he could help her out of the dress and not want to bathe her in kisses, love her, and fuck her! It would be the hardest thing he ever had to do.

He put his hand gently on her neck and the zipper as they were kissing and Lynne was already whimpering into his mouth and squirming into his body as they kissed. Oh fuck the whimpers and the squirms were so hard to listen to, and feel, with the intensity with which he loved, and desired this woman.

Shit!

She wanted it so much! And that was one thing Leif loved about loving Lynne. Even when she was shy, embarrassed, and sometimes ashamed of a new pleasure she enjoyed she still loved sensuality so much, she was such a sexual woman. He was so glad she'd been liberated from that religious cult in which she was raised!

He couldn't help himself, smelling her. Jesus her skin smelled so good, like vanilla, and he knew it was the herbal farm soap shit his mother made, but it combined with Lynne's pheromones and he was kissing and biting next to her neck and threatening to make another bruise beside the wasp sting, one that would be far more pleasant for his new wife.

His fingers in her neck, he started unzipping the gown from behind, planting moist hot kisses going through the center of her shoulder blades and on down the center of her back, as he unzipped the gown.

His eyes were closed in ecstasy, her skin was so soft. And he stared murmuring, as though baptizing her flesh with his love,

"Never let nothing hurt my baby, you're Leif's girl, Leif's wifey now. No one will hurt my baby anymore,"

"You've already protected me so much Leify. I know I'm your baby girl. I know I'm your wifey now, and you won't let nothing hurt me anymore," she murmured her voice husky with joy.

Lynne's shoulders shook with pleasure and she held her wedding gown tight to her neck, as he unzipped it so it still did not fall.

He found her modesty both endearing and adorable. She was in the princess gown so she was acting like a princess, letting him unzip it all the way before she let it fall to the ground, but all that served to do was tantalize him more, as he saw the view of that bare, smooth beige skin from behind, while she was covered demurely in the wedding gown from the front, and as he continued to unzip, he saw she was wearing what resembled a cute little teddy, but he realized it was probably something so the wedding gown didn't jiggle too much, or show any outlines of her sexy breasts, her ass, or her pussy, exactly the type of things his groin hardened for.

It had been a long week since he'd touched her, and three days since he'd sucked her juices, and he hungered for her. Nothing wrong with a little taste. Besides, it would build anticipation for the lovely little creature, which she would need if his big hard cock bouncing in her roughly would delight her, rather than make her feel nervous or sick.

Now as he kissed down her shoulder blades, and soon over the material of her undergarments as he continued to kiss her gown, outlining her spine with worshipful lips, Lynne moaned and cooed with pleasure.

She was adorable, and he poked his head out beside her hip just to look at her reflection in the mirror. Lynne couldn't see him, because her eyes were closed, but when she noticed he stopped kissing, she met his reflection in the mirror with her eyes, her lips curled into an adorable pout and he snapped another photo.

Damn it he couldn't help himself, she looked so naughty and nice with her lips curled up into a pout of sexual pleasure while still holding up her wedding gown.

Finally, he'd unzipped it clear down to Lynne's ass but the dress didn't fall because she was holding it steadfast in her hands.

"You're so damn beautiful from behind sweetheart. Smooth sexy beige skin, and not a blemish as far as the eye can see. Turn sideways," he grunted, moving her by her hips.

He shot a photo of the curve of her back, and the lovely, tantalizing little panty shaper that she was wearing, and a shot of her holding up the wedding gown demurely. It was designed to keep the feminine assets from jiggling but it was sexy as hell!

"Want to always remember this moment darlin', taking my sweet little wife out of her wedding gown. Just wish we were already at the honeymoon destination. How I'd love to peel you out of this gown and fuck you. Hell, fuck you still in the gown baby, this is a short dress, so you could just lift it up and hold it nicely for your husband after you take off your panties and shit. And you'd need to keep holding it up high so I could keep fucking you, and probably get a spanking if you let the dress drop, even while you were coming," murmured Leif.

When he said it, he saw her shifting on her shift on her adorable high heels, like an impatient little girl, and her eyes grow wide with pleasure and longing. And he felt his heart wash with a wave of protective, doting love. Yes, he'd tease her a little bit, the sweet thing was so horny, and it would make the fucking better for him, and for her!

"I can bring the dress with me! I'll get my mother in law to bring me the dry-cleaning bag upstairs and help me pack it, we can bring it with us. I'll put it on again when we get where we are going, if it's going to make you want to fuck me harder!" said Lynne eagerly.

He really chuckled.

"Baby I thought you said you wanted my mom to find a way to give your wedding gown to someone less fortunate some type of salvation type army deal? They aren't gonna want the dress if I get my spunk on it. It's been six days, I wouldn't want my cock anywhere near this dress if you want to give it away to the less fortunate. I have a huge, chunky oatmeal style load waiting for you princess, and if you get any of that stuff on the dress, there is two-thousand dollars down the drain, and you won't even be able to donate it like your sweet little soul wants to. I swear, you are the sweetest little woman Lynney, that's why I married you. No, if we get cum on the dress, you won't be able to get it out, because that stuff does not come out easily, and you will be crushed after the passion is over, when it is time to give it away. I'll have no parts of that. Maybe I'll....buy you a pretty little dress for you to wear for me on our honeymoon, and, if you're so nasty you tease me and get it ruined with my cum, it's a dress you'll have to wear when you fix me a nice meal around the house to be reminded of the memory, because you won't be able to wear it out in public anymore, it'll be soiled with my cum," he murmured huskily.

Lynne giggled delightedly, imagining he was already sure, being covered all over in his cum. What a lucky groom he was.

He loved how free and honest, and open he could be with her, wasn't ashamed at all of talking about his desires for her, and being raw about his biological processes. He'd been siting on his cum until his balls were purple, when it shot out, no telling where it all would end up, no need her even teasing herself with the fantasy of him fucking her in the wedding dress, he knew his rope of come would reach the ceiling if his cock happened to go off while it wasn't buried inside of her.

"The idea of you wanting me so much, you ruin my dresses is sexy as hell to me. I'd love for you to get your come on a nice dress that you buy for me. You've already trained me to be a good little wife and wear your spunk on my panties," she murmured huskily.

"Damn it there is no man luckier than I am sweet thing. You are in tune with all of my dirtiest wants. So it will be then. I'll buy you a nice dress, fuck you in it, and we'll see if it gets ruined with my cum or not. I'll be after you this whole honeymoon so there are lots of opportunities for me to ruin it. Of course I'll be nice, and husband might buy you a few things that are spared from your horny groom," he added playfully.