Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 60

Leif didn't think that he had any more come to give her but it didn't stop his cock from tingling and starting to get hard. Sweet little innocent freak!

"A day of pleasuring yourself? Damn, you love to masturbate don't you? That's sexy as hell! Tell your husband the most times you've gotten off in one day? I consider it a personal challenge to get you off more times, and better than you can do it alone with your own cute fingers and toys, I might even tease you with your toys, when my cock gets tired," said Leif playfully.

"Nine times," said Lynne shyly behind her hand.

"Holy shit baby! That's a lot of times for one day! Damn, that's probably a personal best off of everyone I know. What a sexual little creature you are! I'm glad you are letting me set you free baby, never be deprived of sex and intimacy again now that you are my wife," said Leif.

He didn't think it was possible to get turned on again but he felt the urge rising with such an insatiable little vixen to call his own. He never wanted her embarrassed or ashamed of her appetites, and he was glad that he'd fostered the intimacy so she'd talk freely with him. Who would have thought this beautiful, nerdy, shy little woman was such a damn freak? He was glad he'd found her and married her before someone else caught on!

"Not really. That's like, from early in the morning to late, late at night, maybe twelve or more hours," said Lynne.

"Damn you have an incredible appetite. I love it. It's my personal challenge to get you off ten times tomorrow. I want you to come more with me than you ever did princess. You are sexy and adorable sweetie," said Leif.

He kissed her forehead lovingly.

Lynne swallowed, and looked into his eyes.

"God, that's one challenge I can't wait for you to give me," murmured Lynne, squirming in his lap again, already after he'd just gotten her off with his hand.

Insatiable! He knew he would need to work to keep up with her, and that was what he'd always dreamed of having with a woman, that heated, sexual connection.

She yawned.

"I don't know how game you'll be tomorrow morning. You're already yawning," said Leif playfully.

Lynne folded up the bible and he placed it on the nightstand, burying her back in his stomach, spooning him. Leif gave her his wet fingers and she continued to suck the taste of herself off his fingers.

"I'm so sleepy now Leif, so soothed, I've never had such a great lead up to bedtime in my life," said Lynne and she stretched and yawned.

"That's good baby. And do you feel safe? And will you have good dreams? That's the most important part for me," he added lovingly.

"Yes I'm gonna have great dreams, of all the fucking we're gonna do tomorrow," said Lynne with another sleepy yawn.

"I just hope you aren't real sore tomorrow baby so we can make it a reality. Good night little wife, sweet dreams," he whispered, kissing her ear.

But there was no response, from his cuddly wife, because she'd already fallen

fast asleep.

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Lynne felt the rumble from under the ground, and it startled her awake. It sounded like lightening, but it didn't feel like a thunderstorm. It was dark in the room, so pitch dark she could hardly see, and she was terrified.

"Leify," she murmured, reaching for him.

His arm was solidly around her, and he was snoring all through whatever was going on outside.

But she remembered what her new husband had told her, right before bed, that it was okay to awaken him if she was afraid of anything, and this definitely qualified.

"Leify, Baby!" she whispered louder.

"Mmm...what darlin'," he asked with sleepy husk in his voice.

He tightened his grasp around her, and just then, she felt more of the earth rumbling.

"What was that, what was that shit!" cried Lynne.

"Shhh....Calm down lovely. I think it's an Earthquake, and not a bad one...Shhh. I got you, it's okay now," he whispered into the crown of her hair.

"I don't like this shit! It sounds like Thunder," she whispered her voice husky with fear.

Leif had cocooned her in his arms, and he rolled over so that his big strong body was on top of hers.

Cuddling her.

He kissed her forehead.

"Now I'm a California boy, so I'm gonna tell you, that it's an earthquake, and it's a mild one. I know the shit is scary if you've ever felt one before, but I want you to calm down and trust me. You'll get yourself all worked up and you won't be able to get back to sleep when it's done. Just hold on to me, and trust me until it's through," he added.

He gently kissed her forehead.

"Go on and squeeze me as tight as you'd like. You can't hurt me and it'll make you feel a hell of a lot better," murmured Leif.

She grabbed the heft of his strong shoulders, giving him a squeeze. He was like a real life teddy bear to her, and he'd meant what he'd told her before bed, if she had any worries, any at all, he'd wanted to see about them. In a world where she was used to everyone breaking promises to her before she met her husband, him actually being patient and soothing her through her first frightening earthquake made an even deeper love for him light up inside her heart.

The warmth flowed through Lynne. This warm feeling of love and security burning through her veins, smelling his neck and feeling the glint of his chest hairs close to her own throbbing heart.

This man who was protecting her had been there to protect her since she'd met him. He protected her from mice, from fears of sex, hell, even from the mental abuse of her former church and her parents. Her husband was protecting her now, from her fears, as she experienced her first earthquake. And she loved him, the fire started under her heart, travelled swiftly down into the pit of her belly and fanned down her pussy.

"I love you so much," she whimpered close to his lips.

"Love you too baby girl," he added his voice barely above a whisper.

There was a bit more rumble of the earth, but it didn't feel as strong as the first.

"After shock," he whispered into her mouth answering her unasked question, his voice barely audible.

She wanted him again.

Wanted him moving, throbbing deep inside her pussy, extinguishing any worry or fear and replacing them with pleasure.

She knew what he'd said right before bed about having come more times than he ever had before, and being surprised that she had him going so much, and his promise to build up plenty of seed that evening, but the fact was that she did not want to wait until the morning time for more of his seed bathing her sugar walls.

She craved this sweet gentle man.

She laced her fingers possessively in his dreadlocks, yanking his head towards her mouth greedily.

"Mmm," moaned Leif with a husky chuckle.

Mmm was right, the sweet flavor of the adult spiked milk and the brandy was still on his breath.

Lynne moved her hands down from clutching his shoulders, and now she clutched and grabbed at his pecks, soon quickly removing the silk pajama tops she bought him, flinging it open, praying she didn't pop a button on those expensive ass pajamas.

"You're so good to me and kind. You meant it. You meant if I was scared to wake you up. You meant it. You love me," she murmured huskily.

"Of course I love you baby girl, you're my wife. Can't have you all scared and shit, and having nightmares, I meant those wedding vows baby, I'm the dream catcher, and I chase the nightmares away," he added, kissing her forehead.

"I love you, my dream catcher," she murmured sweetly.

But then, she didn't want to be sweet anymore, she felt that heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach like she was high up on that Ferris wheel he'd taken her on after her shitty day at her parents house, and she wanted him to fuck her again!

Take what he wanted, and what she wanted to freely give!

When he loved her like that, she got squirmy and hot for him everywhere, and she could feel the effect she had on him, she kissed him again, ramming her tongue vulgarly in his mouth.

"My sweet baby, I don't wanna make you sore now," he crooned, his husky fingers tickling her chin dimple.

"I don't care, when you're kind to me I just want you to fuck me even if it means I can't sit for a week," murmured Lynne.

Leif let out a delighted, throaty laugh.

He started necking her, and Lynne moaned as she felt his husky fingers tracing under her new Leif's wifey shirt and branding her nipples.

Lynne whimpered.

She reached for his sweatpants, and lifted out his thick aching cock, her pussy making sweet cream for him as he moaned in ecstasy at her touch.

"I can't believe you got me needing to nut again darlin', what do you do to me little mama, I can't stand it," he crooned.

She felt him lean his heft off of her, kiss her stomach, and start kissing a trail down the cute new underwear he had given her, right over the wet, ruined crotch.

He started kissing and teasing her mound through her panties, tugging at them teasingly, and Lynne knew he was preparing to give her some oral pleasure.

But Lynne couldn't take the teasing anymore. She needed the physical manifestation of his tender kindness, the feeling of her husband's thick organ buried in her hard and rough.

She quickly lifted her underwear off of her hips.

It was hot fucking, and urgency that she needed.

Leif started to kiss her around her damp bush, gently swirling his tongue around her clitoris while he satisfyingly suckled her mound, but Lynne couldn't stand the pleasurable torture.

She yanked urgently and his dreadlocks, clawing at his neck and shoulders, urging him up the length of her body.

"Please, I want it inside me now," she panted.

"Oh you want it right now beautiful, no more foreplay? I was going to go down on you, I thought you had enough cock for tonight," he groaned with a chuckle biting her ear.

Lynne didn't answer, she just gripped his shaft meaningfully, guiding it toward her aching expanse.

"Fuck! Yes!" cried Lynne loudly as he slid into her, gorging her with satisfaction.

He felt so perfect within her, and she wrapped her legs high up around the middle of his back, to take more of his beautiful organ, thick in her belly.

She loved him fucking her before against the wall, and doggy style, but there was a hunger that she also had to be taken and dominated while he lay atop her and looked smolderingly into her eyes.

Leif started moving his hips with urgency atop her, groaning with satisfaction.

"I'll always protect you with my heart, and body, do you understand kitten," he panted on her mouth.

"Yes, yes baby, I understand," yelped Lynne with pleasure.

"Good, girl, never let anything get to you, you just trust me," he panted between his hard thrusts.

Then Leif started to groan loudly.

He yanked her hair back with his hands, assaulting her mouth with kisses as he delightfully pummeled her with his cock below, stretching and searing out a passage of deep pleasure in her physical body and her emotional soul.

She clawed his back with satisfaction, which must have really excited Leif, he was necking her, and she felt these turn into bites that bordered on pleasure pain as the rocking of their hips grew faster and faster, the bed springs creaking furiously as they threatened to capsize in pleasure.

Leif then grabbed ahold of both of Lynne's delicate wrists, pinning her to the mattress, an act which would have terrified her a little more than a month ago filled her with sensual delight as she allowed herself to surrender to him, to be rendered helpless as he ravaged her with his cock in the sweetest of all raw pleasures, fear, worry, concern all drifted away, her senses ravaged and filled with her husband, tasting his skin, smelling his sweat, hearing their pleasured moans, his thick girth satisfyingly teasing her clitoris with each rapid entry and retreat until her pussy was forced to clutch around him again and again with sweet pleasure. The sweet spasms around his cock were too many for her to count, sweet multiple orgasms, her pussy squeezed around his dick again, and again and again, each flutter was ecstasy that seemed to also be connected to her nipples which grazed his rough chest hairs, and her anus.

Lynne could barely recognize the sounds of rapture she was making, they bordered on animal noises and drowned out his hoarse cry about how he loved to fuck his wifey until she felt better.

She felt his warm seed, his life pulsing within her. In that moment, she realized what an unparalleled source of comfort being physical for the sake of being physical could be. How fitting to learn this lesson on a romantic honeymoon.

"God you make me jizz so much Lynney I swear, I'm so weak for you, I feel like a slave to your tight, tight pussy, never thought I'd feel this way. I'm addicted to you," he huffed, panting, and releasing his grip on her wrists.

Lynne's heart glowed with emotional pleasure and sexual pride.

He was addicted to her! She was more than happy to be his enabler!

It was only then that Lynne realized that he'd gripped her wrists pretty tightly and they were a little sore, but she'd enjoyed the feeling of being bound with his grip around her wrists, nothing but her to do but shimmy her pussy around his cock with sheer pleasure. She liked being restrained, and she knew that when she revealed this to him, he'd be happy to explore it with her, and help her feel safe and loved while doing so.

All her life before Leif she'd secretly wondered if there was something wrong with her sexually, but through his love, she'd learned not only that she was normal, but that she was a damn good lover, and her body, and uniquely her body made her husband weak.

She felt so womanly and proud!

"Five times is really beating your record huh," said Lynne huskily.

"You're the most amazing little lover a husband could ever wish for. I don't know if there are any records I used to have for anything that you can't break sweetness," he added with a husky chuckle kissing her forehead.

"Well that's good, because if there's anything left I want to break them all," she murmured huskily.

They shared a huge laugh.

"Seriously, do you feel better now?" he asked with a husky chuckle.

"So much better, I came more times around your cock in a row than I ever did," murmured Lynne yawning.

"Good. I'm glad you had fun baby. And whenever you need your man to soothe you back to sleep, remember that you can brush my shoulder anytime, especially if it ends like that," he added.

They both chuckled more.

Lynne fell asleep first, contently her head propped up to his armpit, her leg slung round his waist, his hot come leaking out of her pussy and onto his waist, as he cuddled her in their intimate embrace, both lovers too enraptured in their sexual and emotional comforts to notice their post lovemaking mess.

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