Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 50

Before he kissed her though, he kneeled down a little and touched his forehead with her own.

"So damn beautiful. Can't wait for you to be mine," he groaned softly under his breath.

Lynne felt those butterflies in the pit of her stomach, and she realized then, that their spiritual union had not begun until that moment. She wanted him so badly her body trembled, and she threw her arms around him tightly, loving the feeling of being swallowed up into his embrace.

She looked into his big blue eyes, eager for their first kiss as husband and wife, spiritually, anyway.

He lightly grazed her lips with his own.

And she didn't mean to, but she whimpered. When she did, his eyes flew open, and she felt him grip the small of her back with passion, angle his head to the side, and slipped his sweet moist tongue gloriously into the interior of her mouth. Feeling no resistance there, only a soft groan from Lynne, he tenderly sucked her tongue and swirled his own gently around hers.

She squeezed him tight to keep from whimpering. He knew how to tease her erotically with his tongue and make her breath quicken, and even in front of all these guests, Lynne was tingly and her panties were getting lubricated.

And she wanted more from him, the things that they did when they were alone, when he started greedily going after her tongue, pulling her head back and taking all that he could until she could merely groan and whimper against his invasion like a delightfully startled kitten, flickering her tongue but no match for his hungry fury, but instead, he kissed her sweetly, and slowly, deftly circling her tongue with his own, the feeling making Lynne squirm next to him and tickle his own toes eagerly with his own, curling them under the sand.

Sweetly, slowly, he broke off the kiss, then leaned down into her ear and whispered, his hot breath tickling her ears and flooding her panties.

"That was a sweet, practice kiss. After they give us the legal papers, I'm going to kiss you so hard and nasty. I hope you don't have on a thin wedding gown. And I hope you aren't too shy for me to kiss you like a grown woman in front of fifty five strangers. Because you'll be my little wifey, and I'm gonna kiss you wild, hungry, and rough like I want, and like you need Lynney," he grunted.

"I'm gonna do just what you say, and it will feel so good to me baby," she moaned softly into his mouth.

He nodded.

He held his hand, laced in hers, and raised it happily for all to see.

Then he grabbed her hand and darted through the sand with her playfully towards the surf, unembarrassed, in front of everyone, and he cried-

"Our spiritual wedding is done, and now, it's time to make it official in the church. I can't wait to see her name next to mine!" said Leif

They ran through the sand and the water playfully.

He playfully tried to tickle Lynne's chin, and she playfully tried to tickle his underarms.

It was intoxicating for Lynne, darting this way and that way as he tried to chase her and tickle her, the bridal party a distant speck on the horizon.

"Somebody get them so we can get to the church on time, they act like children," said a loud voice.

She knew that was her grandmother.

Leif had picked her up now, swinging around and they were playfully covering each other in kisses.

"Break it up you two," called Janelle.

Reluctantly, looking like a little boy being told not to play a favorite game, Leif put Lynne down.

He held her hand gently.

He patiently walked her back to the car.

Right on the border between the beach, and the sidewalk, Leif surprised her.

He'd left a bucket there.

He kneeled in front of her.

Calmly, sweetly, he took her right foot into his hand.

He bathed it with the warm, soothing water, brushing off the sand, and placed her foot back in her delicate sandals.

"There now, don't want your little piggies to be dirty for our wedding," he said playfully referring to her toes.

"Oh Leif, you didn't say you were going to wash my feet baby, it's so beautiful!" said Lynne with tears in her eyes.

"Well I can't tell you everything, or they'll be no surprises," he murmured playfully.

He washed and rinsed the other foot. And, full on, in front of everyone, he proceeded to kiss the arch and heel of this foot, unashamedly, as he gently placed on her sandal.

Lynne looked at the bucket and tried to take the washcloth.

She'd learned so much about love, and care from Leif, and she loved to reciprocate each act of love he'd showered her with. She thought briefly, steamily about how he showed her the delights of oral sex, and how she'd delighted in reciprocating by sucking and swallowing like a champ, and act she thought was filthy before she met him was now a beautiful way to express their love. She couldn't wait to guzzle his come when she was really his wifey in a few hours.

Leif grunted and backed away.

"No, everything that a husband does for his wifey, does not need to be reciprocated. You are beautiful and lovely today, and you will not wash my feet, at all today, or do anything else for me like that today. It is a princess day for you to enjoy. I want you to feel pretty, special, and cared for. Now give me your hand so I can walk you to the limo. It'll drive you to church so you can get in your white pretty gown for your husband. I'll worry about my own crusty ass feet after I see you off safely," he added swatting her ass with authority.

Damn!

He was so good to her, and kind to her. There were times when, she felt he worshiped her in that same breathless way that she worshiped him, and this was one such a time. And, she loved how he showed her tenderness at the same time that he showed her loving authority. He didn't want his feet washed. That wasn't something he wanted his bride to do, and she was not to argue with him. But it was because he wanted to love and spoil her. She was sure that when he insisted on things in the bedroom with authority, lots of times, the outcome would be for her pleasure.

He ushered Lynne into the Limo first, dotingly kissing her forehead.

"I can't wait for the second altar. You and those hens hurry up now," he added playfully swatting her thigh.

He ducked out of the Limo. Lynne watched her hero through the tinted limousine window. She couldn't help chuckling at the fact that she didn't even see the man wash or rinse his feet, just put the dirty, sandy feet in his tuxedo shoes.

Men.

She couldn't wait to spoil him later. Maybe in private he'd even let her give him a bath for their first time as man and wife, and she'd lick every drop of water off of him.

Yes!

She watched him lustily through the window.

"Damn you are nasty as hell Lynne. Your honeymoon starts in about six hours. Quit thinking about sex," scolded Janelle as she scooted in next to her.

The bridal party chuckled.

"I am not thinking about sex," said Lynne.

"Like hell you aren't, I've seen that look before. You two are horny wildabeasts, I thought I was nasty," laughed Janelle.

"We aren't nasty," said Lynne defensively.

"Yes you are. And so in love. Most beautiful shit ever. Damn it I'm bringing a whole role of toilet paper into the church so I have something to cry in," said Janelle.

Everyone chuckled, as the three limos, one for Lynne's girls, one for Leif's boys, and one for Leif's family went in tow to the church to get ready for the legal ceremony.

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