Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 70

His cock threatened to spew hot seed with a sympathy orgasm all over her back and he literally curled his toes to keep from coming. He knew Lynne had been satisfied by the oral sex on her pussy he performed from behind, and the full feeling of the short, fat, curved toy in her ass, while he sucked her pretty, thick clit, but he couldn't help being selfish.

He wanted her so much he wanted to cling to her like the delicate beads of sweat that lined her inner thighs and drizzled all along his drenched pajama shirt. Her night gear was ruined, drenched, and he'd need to put his sweet wifey in a fresh pair of his pajama tops for comfortable sleeping.

It felt so selfish because he knew she was already gorged, satisfied, but he needed to fuck her too, needed to be deep, deep inside her sweet musky sugar walls until she called out for him, more satisfied than she was with her toys. His only ache was that he knew that his cock was too much for her tight, tiny asshole, despite her impassioned query about whether his dick would fit, the anal probing of the dildo was just enough girth for her right now, his cock would be too big at this point. The rest would come in time, they'd buy her bigger dildos until she was used to something the size of his cock up there, and then she could really enjoy her fetish to be penetrated anally. No need to hurt his baby, he wanted her to get the full enjoyment out of her desire for anal penetration.

He grunted in her ear.

"I need you too, now babygirl, husband needs to come too,"

"Of course," she panted, eager to satisfy him.

His heart swelled up with the feeling of luckiness that she wanted to please him so thoroughly and love for her.

Since this time was for him, he got the keys to the handcuffs off of the night table, and gently undid her wrists, kissing the slight, red indentations that were made in the midst of her passion, she hadn't even felt the handcuffs were chafing her wrists slightly in the midst of her wifely passion. Since she had been restrained when he pleasured her the first time, he wanted her to be free so he could enjoy her fully for the second time, feeling his baby squeezing him tight.

As though she could read his mind now that her wrists were free, she asked if she could hold him, while he fucked her.

Such a simple, and sweet request.

He'd never deny her a single thing. Cuffing her was for her. Letting her free was for her. Whatever she felt like she needed, sexually at that moment, was what this husband wanted to give his sweet wife.

Of course baby," he murmured sweetly.

She rolled over onto her back.

"I like when you just do whatever you want, and lay your heavy body on top of mine," she said with a sweet, docile glance.

His entire pajama shirt was spread open for him like a breakfast buffet, but he wanted her naked.

He gestured towards the top she was wearing, his pink erection bobbing in the air and before he could peel her arms out of his pajama top, Lynne had thrown the top in the air. Sensing very quickly, with her women's intuition that he now wanted her nude!

He tangled his fingers in her hair, inhaling the sweet almonds, the curling iron smell.

He grabbed the threads of her soft, curly, ethnic hair roughly in his hands, pulling her mouth towards him, savagely by her hair, her tiny tongue darting everywhere in his mouth filling him with masculine chuckles and pleasure even as he gripped her, trying to subdue her, she was subduing him with the sheer pleasure of mating roughly with his beautiful wife who wanted to be conquered as badly as he wanted to do the conquering.

None of the ways he wished to kiss her let him feel the heat deeply enough so he hooked his shoulders under her thighs, gasping with pleasure at how wide it let him open her shapely little legs, and how tight and glistening everything was within, those beautiful pedals and that tight, pink pucker of her ass. Couldn't wait to feel that hot slick warmth gripping his penis, and that tight ass quivering on his exploring thumb!

Never examined a woman so thoroughly before, but that was because none of those conquests he had before had belonged to him, but shit, this little woman, his wife beneath him, was his, and his alone, and she was all sunshine, giggles, perky little tits, stunning brown eyes, and thick, rigid clitoris that he knew how to satisfy for hours.

He slid over her roughly as though they were rough housing in bed, and Lynne giggled, but he shushed her giggles with violent kisses, and her voice soon turned into whimpers of erotic conquest, her husband the seducer and she willingly allowed herself to be seduced.

He slammed his cock hard into her sugar walls, groaned as her walls first gently resisted, and then satisfyingly let him inside.

"Oh you're so tight lovely!" he grunted, and she was tight on his cock, the bulbous head of him glowing with the ecstasy of the back and forth tugging of the slight movement of her lips.

It was so sweet to him, like cloying molasses after having only emptied himself once inside of her in the sex swing earlier in the afternoon. The tension in his cock was growing to proportions unreal as he realized, yes, he needed to come in her again, needed it like he needed to breathe, wanted her to milk his cock dry like she did so well!

"You're so sweet to me husband, I love to be tight for you sweetheart! The tightest pussy you ever had!" she panted breathlessly like a little angel.

"It's so sweet to me Lynney, fucking Jesus, you're a sweet little wifey!" he groaned loudly.

He hoisted her legs even further in the air, hoping he wasn't making her uncomfortable. He'd give her a rub down and fix her some tea to make up for any soreness after he was finished satisfying her.

But she looked down at him as though her heart was so full and with all the love he gave her, she could still never contain the glowing she felt at being so special, and beautiful to a man she loved so much.

She silently pulled his head deeply into her neck, and when he felt hot tears in the crown of his dreadlocks, he couldn't help biting her tiny neck with passion, making a third mark on her neck, one to join the hickey, and the wasp sting of earlier. Sweet thing, he was eating her alive with love and he chuckled happily at this thought.

Lynne, submerged in his loving arms giggled with ecstasy too.

"Fill up all of me, damn you're so big!" she said her voice barely above a harsh whisper as he slammed his cock into her and her folds keep fluttering around him, with uneven rhythm.

His heart surged with manly pride! He loved having the big, strong cock that his baby needed, and knowing that even though the toys were thrilling, when it got down to it, she needed his dick!

She was about to blow, and even though this time was just for him, he was still a gentleman, and he was going to try to let his baby come first.

He grunted, of course and he knew what she'd like a thumb back there in her anus, to push her over the edge!

Once he added the thumb there was the loud peel of "Leify!"

And she held onto him tightly, thrusting her hips hard into his own, the eager movements of her own hipbones causing a slight bruising into his own.

He groaned as he climbed atop her hard, searching, grunting with pleasure, feeling her own tiny thumb, tracing his anus, she knew his secret now, a secret he never should have been shy to share, just how good it felt to trace his ass with a thumb when he was coming.

"My little sweetheart," he grunted over her mouth.

He kissed her violently again, his lips bruising her own, the way she was bruising his hips from below as the mattress creaked angrily in the background. He was sure they were a cacophony of tangled limbs as his dick submerged in her ecstasy, the fluttering of the pleasure of her pussy, and multiple orgasms milking out every pleasurable spasm of come as he grunted her name.

"Lynney," with each spasm.

He'd dislodged his thumb from her anus to giving his baby just what he knew she really liked when those muscles came squeezing down there, and she was coming hard, rough nipple pinches, and now her own pleasurable grunts, replaced her frustrated grunts of

"Leify-" to the same rhythm of her orgasming pussy.

And finally her belly stopped straining and she hollered

"Love!" too delirious with the feeling for him to even connect the words with anything else tangible.

But he knew what she was feeling as the last of the love batter left his cock, painting the inside of her womb-

"Love you too, sweet pea," his mouth buried adoringly in her forehead, soon covering it with kisses.

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"Are you all satisfied? I know I tortured you with those balls earlier but that was for you. I know that you like edging yourself and holding back your comes. Just wanted to give you what you dreamed of," he added, his voice barely above a whisper.

When they started, she knew, that time was for him, but once they were in the midst of the sex, she could tell like always that he wanted to satisfy her more than he was even thinking about getting off himself. She loved him forever for how much he put her needs first in everything.

"Oh Leify this whole evening was heaven to me, playing until I was full both physically and sexually, yes, yes I love to have my orgasms edged until I can't stand it anymore and come all over myself. I am hot, sweaty and satisfied and more in love with you than I ever thought I could be," she whispered, yawning.

"Good. You said you're hot and sweaty wanna cool off?" offered Leif.

Cooling off ended up being one of the most fun experiences of Lynne's life. This whole honeymoon, each morning she sat and wrote about her experiences in a journal because she didn't want to forget a second of it. This day ended with a cold shower in the bathroom, cold water he'd lovingly poured for her in the kitchen, and then, once it was truly dark outside, and the stars were out, a late night skinny dip in the ocean, under the stars.

She'd never felt so free before, running outside, naked, in the moonlight with Leif, like Eve had loved Adam, out in the middle of nowhere, no distractions, cellphones or anything.

After everything was over, he dried her off so lovingly with beach towels and carried her back into the house.

He made sure he cleaned her entire body of sand so that she wouldn't be itchy in the moonlight of the living room. Then he carried her to the bedroom.

She also distinctly remembered him moving her buzzing cellphone to his side of the room.

"I'll be damned if that shit distracts you, must be a telemarketer," he husked.

And she was content to let her husband worry about it all for a change, because she finally had someone to worry and fuss over her, and put her feelings of safety first, before anything else, and this was new for her.

"Yes baby, keep those weird numbers from bothering me," and Lynne drifted off, heavily into satisfied slumber, naked, safe in the arms of her doting husband.

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