Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 52

Now she felt a little nervous and looked away from his handsome face and then down at their feet to make sure she was doing the right thing. The dance was getting more complicated, and she needed to see their feet to make sure she was stepping correctly, even though she had good rhythm and was a natural dancer, following the lead of a male partner was a bit complicated with a lack of experience.

"I never want to get out of being your wife Leif. The thought of it makes me want to cry. Everything is so romantic right now. Did you know...I have a secret. This...this is my first, real formal dance with a man. My wedding dance with you. I feel like a princess. I feel pretty and special to you. I can't even believe you picked this beautiful song. It's so sweet! You feel fortunate. Hell it's the perfect song Leif, I feel fortunate to have found you, everyday, from the second I wake up, until the second I fall asleep, usually in your arms until this last week, and I can't wait to sleep in your arms again tonight, under your heart, where I belong," sighed Lynne.

"You umm...no slow dances for my little Lynney before. I knew you went stag to the prom, because proms weren't allowed for you...knew things were strict and you couldn't date boys outside your little faith community, but I didn't know you'd never slow danced romantically with another man...but it makes sense...given your background. The strict hell you grew up in. Even the prom had to be a secret for my baby, I already knew that. But didn't know you didn't even get one dance baby! All dressed up and couldn't have any male attention, any sweet innocent dance and a kiss on the cheek? That makes all teenage girls feel pretty- I didn't...I could give a care about that shit before, making a girl feel special, before I met you Lynney but I've learned so much from you. Oh Lynney I'm sorry you never had slow dances before, but I am so honored to be the first man to give you a proper slow dance. You are gorgeous and perfect as hell to your husband, and you are my little princess, always...I wish you'd told me that when we were alone sometime earlier Lynne, I'd have made your first formal dance even nicer," he added gruffly.

She thought he was miffed with her for not telling him, maybe because she wasn't a good dance partner, but now he squeezed her so tight he knocked the wind out of her, and once again, when he wanted to be affectionate with her, circumstances be damned, he didn't care who saw.

He pulled her into his chest right against his heart, swaying and rocking her in time to the music, stroking her from the small of her back, all the way down to her ass through her wedding gown and dancing with her in the slowest, most romantic circle imaginable, over and over again, like they were the last two people on earth. Then he kissed the crown of her head adoringly like she was an angel!

"A woman...her first slow dance, should be even more romantic than a boxed step. It should be like this. This is the way I would have danced with you at the prom, or at a party in someone else's basement. Do you like that sweetheart," he crooned gently.

His voice was so soft she mainly heard him because of the reflection and rumble in his chest when he spoke to her.

Lynne couldn't help her tears.

"I love it. It feels so romantic! It feels like love, and passion, at the same time. Like I'm being swept away in romance. I love it," she managed through tears and a husky voice.

"Good. I will make sure we make up for lost time. We'll go dancing together sweetheart, somewhere that you can wear a pretty gown, like you would have worn to a prom. And maybe husband will even get some dance lessons for us. That'll be fun, and make up for some of what you missed. I'd love to take you dancing in a pretty dress sweetness, as much as your little heart wants now! Hell I'll buy you a corsage and everything. And you only have to suck it if you want to... I'm a liberal guy...don't think you have to suck it because I buy you a corsage and treat you to a steak dinner after our little dance date. No ma'am! I'm way more mature than I was at my own prom. But...listen Lynney, if I buy you flowers, and take you out to sizzler will you let me kiss yours after the dance?" he teased playfully.

Lynne laughed, and laughed, and laughed, at his crazy, sick, playful sense of humor. Whenever he was feeling sweet and emotional, and he said something tender, he always followed it up with a playful, masculine punch line. When he did this, she knew he was feeling extra tender for her! She knew him so well, and knowing it was her first formal dance, and she waited so long for it, hurt him, that was why he teased her about getting up to sexual hijinks like he would have at his own prom.

She could only imagine the stunts her naughty husband got up to at his own prom. But she was so glad he'd never loved a woman before he looked into her eyes. She was so lucky that he'd waited to learn about Love in her arms.

And he always knew how to tease her naughtily and playfully and make her blush!

"I am seriously, sorry you had to wait so long for a romantic dance, but I am hell bent on us making up for lost time as soon as we get back from the honeymoon. The YMCA has some dance classes," he added softly, smiling at her.

"Oh Leif, this first dance is a plenty, it is all a woman could wish for, it's so romantic, I can't wait to tell our little ones, my first real dance, was with their father, at our wedding. That will be romantic as hell, even our kids will be impressed later on," said Lynne smiling brightly.

"Husbands and wives should be very romantic towards each other. We'll be very romantic towards each other, I promise, I won't forget to court you, even after we've been together many years," he added kissing her forehead.

"Leif I believe you. We'll always work to keep it fresh, even after we have some babies. We'll both put effort into keeping the flame alive. Damn, I wish this song wasn't going to be over soon. I never want it to end. I had so much fun during my first real dance," said Lynne and she was beaming with a bright smile.

"Baby girl, this is your wedding. This entire day is based around you, and what will make you happy as we celebrate our love," he added sweetly, dotingly.

"I know, but next, your mom and dad are supposed to Dance, and then, your and your mother, and me and Garrett," said Lynne as though checking off all of the dances that were scheduled to occur next, putting her tongue in her cheek as she did when she thought.

Leif chuckled and stroked her hair.

"They can all get their dance baby, but everything doesn't have to happen on a perfect schedule. If you enjoyed your romantic dance, ever, with a man, on your wedding day...damn that is so sweet I'm getting choked up...and you are not...hell if you are not ready for it to be over yet sweetness, it doesn't have to be. This is your day, and you get as many dances with your new husband as you want, the hell with any program we have planned! My little wifey is having her first romantic dance, and it's important that she gets to savor the moment as much as her little heart desires," said Leif gruffly, and his eyes were filled with water, and he danced her over in a boxed step towards the stage, and his brother, Master of Ceremonies.

"You just wait right here...let hubby be the dream catcher. All dressed up in your pretty little gown for your first dance, husband will dance as much as you like" said Leif tenderly, kissing her forehead, his doting plain for all fifty-five guests to witness.

They couldn't hear what was being said, but they saw him kiss her forehead dotingly and pat her rear with kindness. She heard some "awws" in the background.

"But..."

"Hush! Quiet! Love to make you happy," he added firmly, his finger over her mouth.

Then he swatted her ass with playful authority. Now she heard some chuckles.

When he shushed her because he was going to be sweet to her or wanted to show her care and her curiosity and nosiness, or her stubbornness was getting in the way, it made Lynne feel wet between her legs, and warm for him in her heart all over. She loved being obedient to Leif and didn't mind if he chastened her playfully to show her that he was a manly man, and devoted to caring for her in a gruff way. Her obedience resulted in pleasure. She couldn't wait to be obedient to him in the bedroom as well. Lynne swooned.

She saw Leif whispering in Lyle's ear, and she wondered what was going on, but Leif had motioned for her to wait, and then she saw Leif leap off the platform where he'd been talking to Lyle and grab her waist again.

"Leif has said that he enjoyed dancing with Lynne so much, he would like to have a second dance with his wife, so we're going to start that one again, from the top for Leif and Lynne. It's their day, they can do whatever they want," said Lyle.

The crowd chuckled, cheered, and applauded. And that was when Lynne realized that they were truly loved and blessed, and it really was their day.

***

Leif's heart was already fluttering with delight when he looked down at her in his arms, looking like a beautiful living doll in her pretty white dress as he heard the strains of Maxwell's fortunate for the first dance. He couldn't think of any song that more adequately described how he'd felt since he first witnessed her on stage six months ago, fortunate! It seemed like such a short while ago, and yet it seemed like an eternity ago, because he already couldn't imagine what his life would be like, hell what he'd be doing, if he hadn't walked in the club next door and seen her playing.

She was so gorgeous, her beautiful dark brown hair framing her face with those tendril curls, the veil was gone now, her heart shaped neckline, hinting at those small, perfectly round, delicate breasts, the elegant flowing sleeves and all that flowing lace stopping just above her knee so he could see the smooth skin of her gorgeous legs. Fat, juicy little ass all covered in ruffly lace and satin. He'd called her princess sometimes but she really looked like a real life princess all dressed up in a wedding gown to be given to a prince. And she'd been given to him. If he ever believed in God, he believed in God at this moment when he looked at how perfect she was for him, physically and just in every way. And, out of all the men in the world, God had seen fit to bless him with this perfect little woman. So, even though he wasn't very religious, it was prefect that they'd married in the church. And her cult like family, they were wrong for the way they were treating Lynne, she was truly made in His image, and the fact that they couldn't see how sweet and beautiful she was, showed Leif that they were truly wicked inside.

And, when the music started, she was touched by the song, and when they danced together, it was in perfect, heart stopping harmony. He'd wanted to break the box stepped pattern and just hold her close and sway to the music, feel her body heat, and smell her, when she'd interrupted her with her bashful confession, that indeed, she'd never slow danced in public, wearing pretty formal clothes like a wedding dress.

And then, all time had stopped for Leif. It took everything in him, not to cry. He was happy they were married, he was Leify, her dream catcher husband and he saw his role as not only a lover, and protector, but a granter of all gifts and a giver of once denied pleasures, because of her circumstances prior to them meeting.

She was a sweet, pretty flower, and when he thought about her past, being mistreated, imagine that, such a pretty girl, and no dances for his little wifey before they met, no dressing up in pretty clothes and being swirled around the floor as a teenager, or even as a young woman, because of the twisted and hateful way she was raised in a religious cult, his heart swelled up.

Sure, he loved Lynne to madness, and he really enjoyed that he'd been the first for her in so many ways. He'd given her that first orgasm. Been the first she'd given a blowjob. The first time she enjoyed sexual penetration was with him. First time her panties got wet when kissing was in his arms. First time she was naughty and did nasty things sexually in public was with him. And now, her first romantic dance was with him. Still, he wanted what was best for Lynne, and the only thing he didn't like sometimes, was the hurt that was surrounding him getting to be the first to treat her to a new experience.

It would have been one thing for Lynne not to have danced before because she didn't like any young men before him, or even because she was shy. But knowing that she grew up in a space where she had to sneak out to get to the damn prom, and where the men were basically acculturated not to treat women romantically cut him to his core, his heart ached with pain at this new discovery. Sure he loved being the first and he certainly wasn't going to give her over to some other man on the floor so she could experience dancing with someone else as well, he didn't like when she lacked an experience because someone else deprived her of it!

Like the jam in the woodshed, when he'd learned that was her first real experience with being pampered with the jam, being someone's special girl, getting to eat any treat she wanted, and on his fingers no less, when he learned of things like that, his heart just ached. And as soon after the pinch subsided in his heart, he wanted his baby to revel in the pleasure she'd been deprived of before.

Husband would see to it, that his wife, his Lynney had everything her heart desired!

She looked up at him, beaming, when he led her in the box pattern. He'd felt like a damn hero, he felt a little misty before the revelation, because he could see the love in her eyes, even before he knew it was such a special dance for her. But that hadn't prepared him for what to feel after the revelation, he damn hear cried.

It explained why when he started to combine the two-step and box pattern, she looked down at his feet. Hell, he was a horrible dancer. He knew just enough not to look like a klutz at someone's wedding or a formal dance. Lynne was the natural dancer. IF he'd known, he wouldn't have made anything complicated at all, just holding her close like he was right now, the point of it, for her to enjoy being swept away, romantically by a gentleman while dressed in elegant clothes, swaying in time to the music.

He was glad his baby had come clean, and now he treated her to the kind of dance she might have gotten at a prom, from a smitten young man. He would have squeezed her close and wanted to feel her soft curves conforming to his own. He would have wanted to kiss the crown of her lovely hair and just to smell her, all dressed up in her pretty white dress. Hold that tiny, petite little body she had so close, and just squeeze her. And so, that was what Leif did, willing a tear not to fall!

Any young man would have died to touch a girl as beautiful as Lynne at a school dance, and yet, she was his to love emotionally, romantically, to make love to, and fuck.

And he held her close, her soft body warming his and making his groin tingle with the knowledge that this gorgeous woman loved him, and was happy to belong to him. She held onto his chest tightly, he could feel her fingernails through his white tux.

He kept kissing the crown of her head and she made a low murmur of satisfaction and pleasure, reminded him of the sleepy moans she made when they made love deep in the night when she was half asleep.

Being held like, while danced and romanced was so pleasurable to her soul, she murmured tiny, contented moans without even hearing herself.

He kissed her forehead again, and again, alternating between rubbing the small of her back and affectionately squeezing her butt. Whenever he squeezed her butt, she giggled and squealed like a teenager.

"Leify, stop!" she playfully protested. Her cheeks were warm with her embarrassment, fifty-five eyes watching him squeezing his wife's body, and her plump, sexy ass, with all his might while dancing with her in a delicate circle around, and around on the floor.

Surely the guests had to know that it was difficult to resist her perfect, juicy little upside down heart shaped booty.

"They know you are a lady! You're a married woman now, and there's not a soul in here that doesn't know what is happening you tonight, they know you are getting devoured by the big bad wolf," he teased huskily, his voice above a whisper.

"Yeah, but what they don't know is how much I long for it," panted Lynne, swiveling her hips close to his own.

"If they are watching us on this floor, and they see how sweet and seductive you sway with me, they probably have an idea," he added playfully stroking a curl out of her eye.

She punched him playfully on his chest while he moaned and laughed.

When the song came to it's conclusion, he kissed her forehead. Her eyes were still twinkly, she still looked like a starry eyed teenaged girl. His little wifey hadn't had enough of her first romantic dance.

So Leif looked at his brother, not bothering to let her go, and cried out,

"Again,"

Lynne chuckled delightedly.

"Oh Leify, they are going to get tired of watching us out here now," said Lynne.

"I'm not tired of slow dancing with you. I'm sure you are not tired either. It's our wedding, if anyone complains, I kick them out. A woman only has a first time to slow dance in public with a man. How I cherish that it's during our wedding. I want to start this marriage off on the right foot. Now, you're having fun, and we're gonna dance until you've had enough, until you stop giving me those mooney eyes and gushing because it's your first dance," he said, his eyes full of love, voice filed with even tempered patience.

She was going to learn, one way or another, when she took that vow, her needs came first to him, over and above anyone else's, wedding guests, he loved them all, but, wedding guests be damned!

It didn't look like they minded though. They clapped and cheered when he asked to dance with Lynne a third time, this time, twirling her around in the boxed step. Once he felt she'd gotten the hang of that, then he continued what he did before, in the box step with the patterns, turning her all around on the floor, he led, and she followed perfectly, such a beautiful rhythm that even though Leif was not truly a dancer, he felt swept up in the spirit of their movements. He concluded it would be fun for them to really take a dance class together, and at the end, he could get Lynney all dressed up and take her out for a nice dinner date and dancing where she could wear a fancy gown. He bet she would like that, and probably make him feel like a king afterwards, sweet as she was! He made mental notes to really put the plan he'd teased her about in motion. He couldn't wait to surprise her!

The song over again, he boxed stepped towards his brother, the MC.

"Do you want to dance again? Don't be shy baby, just tell your man. You can have as many dances as you want Lynney, you want to dance with your husband in your pretty wedding gown one more time?" he crooned sweetly.

And he meant it. If she wanted to slow dance with him until the sun fucking set and the food went to waste, that was fine with him. It was her day, hers to enjoy, and a first romantic dance with her husband was magical for her. Her big, pretty brown eyes were still dancing. It was so easy to please her. She didn't ask for much at all, but when she received his affection and care, she beamed!

Painful though it might be for her, sometime on the honeymoon, he'd need his sweetie to make a list of the rules and regulations she'd been up against. He wanted to know what they all were, all at once, so he could make sure his baby got to feel what it was like to be normal in every way he could show her! Wanted to make sure there were no fun life experiences she missed due to her upbringing. He didn't want this knowledge coming out in drips and drabs anymore, he wanted the full picture so he could start working on giving his baby everything now that she carried his last name!