Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 52

His heart throbbed with this protective, loving emotion, realizing that this woman he cherished, now she was his to love and care for. He never wanted to nurture his baby more, than right now!

She looked at him and she beamed and wiped tears out of her eyes with her thumbs.

She shook her head enthusiastically no.

"No, I want everyone who has shared in this day with us to have a good time too. It's time to honor our Mom and Dad and let them dance. We can continue our dance instruction on the honeymoon," she added with a sweet smile.

Adorable Lynne, always wanting to show care and concern for others, no matter how much he tried to make her his rotten little princess!

"Hmm, okay sweetie, if you're sure. Dance instruction on the honeymoon could be a lot of fun. They say if you dance with your husband on the honeymoon, you have to dance naked in his arms," said Leif playfully under his breath.

Lynne threw her head back and laughed at delight at his sensual teasing.

"Oh yeah, that sounds like shit that a horny husband made up who hasn't had any pussy in five days," she whispered playfully.

"Hmm...might be, I'll consult my notes," said Leif playfully returning to their table and pulling out her chair before sitting down in his own.

His brother called Garret and Linda to dance next, and they danced to Sam Cooke's "Try a little Tenderness"

Next, Leif and his mom danced together to Bette Milder's "Wind beneath my Wings."

Finally, Garrett twirled Lynne around on the floor in her second formal dance with a man, to John Mayer's Daughter's song. It touched Leif to see the sweet, father daughter bond that they were forming.

His father had a great deal of platonic affection for Lynne, and when asked, he delighted in giving her fatherly advice, and respectful teasing, just like he would do if he'd had a daughter of his own. And he was delighted to have someone to think of like a daughter, after raising such knuckleheads.

To close out the family related dancing, Lynne and her Granny danced on two numbers, that they both shared a love of, one, Ella Fitzgerald's A train, and the second, Martha Reeves and the Vandella's dancing in the streets. Lynne and her Granny had been practicing their own special choreography all week and they danced together while everyone clapped. They were simply adorable to Leif, and he was so glad he was able to get her granny to come and witness her only loving granddaughter get married.

After the dancing, it was time to eat. As she promised, the Minister had Lynne bless the meal with a prayer. Leif was happy that it was Lynne doing the praying. Her spiritual longing was beautiful and she was probably the most religious person there besides the minister. It was wonderful for his Lynne to learn that her spirituality would be respected, and equal to anyone else's during the wedding day meal, it wasn't a man's providence alone to pray before an assembled group.

Her prayer, like Lynne was straightforward and beautiful.

"Heavenly father, I pray to you, on behalf of myself and my husband, and we thank everyone here for sharing in this beautiful day with all of us. And Leif and I pray that your blessing shall be upon us not just on this day, but on each and every day for the rest of our lives together. And all of these things we pray to you in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit. And we thank you that no matter what faith anyone here shares today that we can all stand together as one, as a family, all united beautifully by our care for one another,"

Leif's throat felt husky. Her prayer was damn beautiful. Not only for the obvious, he looked forward to the rest of his life with Lynne, but also the way that she'd wanted everyone at the wedding, regardless of faith to be included in the blessing. It showed her beauty, and her maturity, and her willingness to see the beauty in all other faiths, even if Lynne did identify as Christian. She was growing up and learning about the world around her, and areas outside the confining way she was raised.

"Lynne, sweetie, I'm real proud of you, that was a beautiful blessing," he murmured in her ear, then kissing her earlobe sweetly again and again.

"Thank you Leify. It felt wonderful to pray for the two of us in public like that. I think He will bless us in our marriage, and also, everyone in here," said Lynne beaming at him.

"I don't think we'll have any trouble with them receiving a blessing with you praying over everything, sweet and innocent as you are, you're only a nasty girl for your husband, and God says that is okay," he added with a sweet chuckle, patting her back.

They feasted on a creole, southern inspired catered menu, true to Lynne's roots. They had fried shrimp, fried crawfish, and mini crab cake h'orderves with remoulade sauce, along with melon balls garnished with mint. For the main course, guests could choose from Cajun flavored chicken breast, shrimp, or fried catfish, garnished with dirty rice. Lynne and Leif nibbled and pecked at their food when they were able, as so many people were giving them congratulations, hugging them, and wanting to snap photos of them, it was difficult for them to eat.

Janelle noticed this and reserved two extra plates just for Lynne and Leif, mentioning it to Leif, saying she knew he would be hungry, and want something to eat later. So would Lynney, and he'd need to really make her eat, she was too excited, chitter chattering, posing for impromptu pictures that guests wanted to take with the disposable cameras she'd placed at each table, and hugging everyone who stopped by their table, and at the tables nearby. Whenever Lynne was excited and nervous, her little appetite went by the wayside. She went to check on the children at the mini arts and craft tables she'd set up, and to see how they were each doing on the scavenger hunt she'd given each of them, to find and identify various things that took place during the reception. Leif thought it was exceptionally sweet and thoughtful for Lynne to have thought of games so that the children felt included, and their energy was positively focused.

Finally, Leif got her seated next to him again, just in time for them to break out the nice Champagne. Before the Champagne was distributed though, Lyle went up to the stage to announce the wedding toast for Lynne and Leif. They stood near their cake as the first glasses of Champagne were poured for them, and the caterers readied the champagne at the other tables, to be uncorked after Lynne and Leif toasted.

Janelle was called upon to offer the wedding toast.

"I've known Lynne for many years, since freshman year in college. I was new to New York, fresh from Chicago, and didn't know anybody. You all know how shy Lynne is, well, she sat right next to me in a freshman seminar philosophy course. I was glad she was sitting next to me, because she looked kind. She smiled at me, even though she didn't know me, and I'd forgotten to bring a pencil, and she loaned me one. Despite how shy she was, we've been friends ever since. In fact, although I now realize it was a little creepy, after sitting beside her for a few weeks, I predicted we would be best friends. Even though she looked startled, by the time the class was over, we were absolutely best friends. I love Lynne like a sister! And here we are on her wedding day, and I'm proud of her, the way a big sister would be proud of a baby sister who just got married.

So, I've been lucky enough to see the two of them, Leif and Lynne since they met. I was right there when she met him, and just like I predicted we would be best friends, I swear that I joked with her, and asked her could I be the maid of honor in her wedding the very first night they met. These two are sickeningly sweet together, beautiful together, and even though they are opposites in a few ways, they really match in a lot of other ways, and I saw that right away, their love of all forms of music, their love of nature, passion for literature, and their childlike senses of humor. They play like happy children together, and it's really sweet to see. I'm happy to witness their love each and every day, because it gives me hope in love. I'm going to be honest, where I grew up, Chicago's south side, you do not see a lot of long lasting, healthy male, female relationships. So to see them in love, and actually working on their relationship, because they have different backgrounds, even though they share a lot in common, inspires me.

I marvel at the growth that I see in the two of them, even in the six months that they've known each other, and I know they will continue to grow together in love and unity. And I for myself look forward to many more meals with my feet under Lynne's table, because Lynne is a fabulous cook, as well as many more dinners out on the town with the two of them, because Leif is such a gentleman that when the three of us go out, he always pays, and maybe in a few years, babysitting a little person instead of always having to look after that big, damn, greedy cat that they are parenting right now. Leif, stop letting your wife feed that cat table food, and all her good cooking scraps, that cat is getting overweight! That cat is so damn fat it is on it's way to the Guinness book of world records! So I offer this toast to you two, all that you are, and all that you are becoming now that you are man and wife," said Janelle.

Everyone laughed and applauded at Janelle's remarks filled with love, and sprinkled with humor.

Leif was touched by her speech. He had no idea that they'd been teasing and giggling like schoolgirls planning a wedding after he first met her, but it was sweet and adorable, and funny. He also thought it was cute the way she loved Lynne right away and wanted to continue to be in her company. He agreed, he'd felt the same way as soon as he met Lynne, there was something warm about her, something that couldn't be described, where you just wanted to be near her, for Leif the feeling was both loving, and sexual, but he could sense this effect she had on others in a platonic way as well. But most touchingly, was the way, even Janelle could see that their love matured each other. Leif had grown up loving Lynne the same way she'd grown up in his arms. And they would continue to grow. That was the point of marriage.

"Here, Here," said Leif banging his wine glass with a spoon, as Lynne chuckled.

They clinked glasses, linked arms, and held the champagne glass up to each other's lips. Leif's heart delighted when Lynne giggled. She giggled because the bubbles were tickling her nose. She was so damn sweet.

He chuckled too and tweaked her nose with his free hand.

"You need to sip it baby," he said playfully before sipping his own, and Lynne sipped the champagne a bit.

Then she surprised him by adorably pinching her nose together and downing the fruity bubbly fast, he supposed because she didn't want it tickling her nose, while he fed it to her.

Everyone cheered at seeing mild mannered, nerdy Lynne drink like a fish, and finishing hers before the groom.

And, once the champagne was gone, he couldn't resist kissing her full, pouty, moist little mouth, bubbles all over her cute little upper lip.

He heard some claps and some awwws, while he cupped the crown of her head.

"Sorry, couldn't help it," he murmured, sucking her top and bottom lip.

"You don't have to apologize, I like it, when you devour me, that's why I married you. You better finish off that champagne, how does it look letting your woman out drink you, you're going to look like a looser in our wedding video with your half a glass still sitting there, what will our children think?" said Lynne giggling.

He'd always wondered what people were saying to one another when they were whispering during their wedding toast. He still had no idea what others said when they toasted at weddings in private, but Lynne's silliness was fitting, the way that they always teased each other, and he chuckled delightedly from the pit of his stomach.

Her humor and shy sensuality delighted him!

Leif loved when she teased him, and his eyes glimmered with playfulness and he glared at her, swallowing his champagne, slowly, twirling it around in his mouth, and murmured huskily-

"They'll probably think you drink like a little fish. And they'd be right, you are a damn lush. I'm glad you are drinking like a little fish, you'll enjoy your alone time with me later much better, you'll be warm, happy and relaxed, and everything I do to you will feel twenty times better, and I will be doing everything kitten, so the alcohol will help you keep up and feel less shy, better ask the man for another glass for yourself, and get ready for my lips and tongue, and cock at you everywhere nonstop for this whole honeymoon, your eyes are gonna be baggy with lack of sleep, better book a spa appointment for that ass when we get home," he murmured huskily in her ear.

Lynne tipped her head with unabashed laughter. She giggled so hard she snorted and her remaining burst of champagne went flying out of her adorable nose. She was in stiches.

"You might be the one running around with baggy blue eyes, I mean to devour you too, it's been a long time baby, a week and I can't wait to keep you up all night long," she teased, playful mirth in her eyes.

"You just be quiet, and stop writing checks that your cute, tan little ass doesn't know how to cash, don't worry, I'll pay for the spa appointment on the return home, after I wear that ass out. I'll swipe a few extra wine bottles on the way out so you can keep up," he added playfully.

He gripped the small of her back and started smelling her, and she smelled so heavenly. Mmm. Damn! If he thought the strawberry patch smelled good last night, it had nothing on his sweet little Lynney and that damn natural vanilla scented soap his mom had created this spring! That coupled with the strawberry scents of her hair oil. Yum! He sniffed at her ear and neck, his breath and nose tickling her like a playful puppy.

More laughter, and delightful snorts from Lynne as she proceeded to swat him away. Apparently the photographers thought this moment was adorable, and they just kept snapping photos.

"You're being naughty, and you better stop it, at least until later! It's not time yet, stop, oh Leify, please, it tickles," she squealed delightedly under her breath as he kissed and suckled her ear and the curve of her neck being playful with his promises.

There was some hooting form the males in the audience as he necked her in public playfully, unashamed by his ardor for her.

She squirmed in his arms giggling and all that did was make him want her more.

"Baby, Leify please stop it, stop, it, you're the man, you aren't a looser, you hold your liquor better than me, and you're going to wear me out in the sack, please stop doing this it tickles! Makes me laugh! You're the manliest man I know with your liquor, and in the sack, stop being naughty!" she giggled playfully while he nibbled and kissed at the nape of her neck.

"You like it when I'm naughty, and especially when I'm dirty in public, you've told me that before. Besides I know you are a naughty girl Lynney, that's why I'm married you. It's the naughty girl who sipped that champagne like a little drunkard. Naughty wives get teased by their husbands and get their pussies stuffed over and over with newlywed husband cock," he murmured under his breath playfully.

"Leify baby, please stop it, you're making my panties feel wet," she murmured softly, firmly against into his ear, so that not a soul could hear. She squirmed like she was helpless. And she wriggled around a little bit for emphasis. Fuck he wanted her so badly!

Only he knew, but she was trying to signal to him that her panties were literally uncomfortable at his playful teasing.

He patted her butt affectionately right over all the cute ruffles of her gown.

"Good, I hope to make them wet for the rest of my days or I'm a lousy husband! I'll help you take care of it later, I promise," he added with a playful grin.

Then he kissed her forehead.

He had to make it sweet again, it was getting too sexy and he felt his dick start to get a little hard. Kissing her forehead and focusing on how beautiful and sweet she was, all dressed up for her husband like an elegant, hipster little princess, saved him from getting an erection right before it was time to cut their wedding cake!

The photographers were getting all this footage, Lynne with her eyes closed, giggling, squealing, and smiling while he necked her. He still kept things appropriate, but the passion between them was natural, that was why he was marrying her, she wanted to tease him and he saw nothing wrong with showing her, playfully who was the boss. After he'd finished teasing her and was satisfied with her giggling and blushing and squirming with laughter, he squeezed his own nose, copying her and wolfing down his champagne like a drunkard as well.

All fifty-five well wishers cheered Leif's downing of the champagne on as well.

Damn the hell with everything he wanted to take her back into his old bedroom, bend her over his bed from behind give her a few more glasses of bubby and tickle stomach and her little pits, and neck her, her till she giggled and squirmed helplessly everywhere while he tore that pretty frilly dress off of her, prepared her pussy, and ass lovingly with his mouth, then entered her hard from behind in doggy like he loved, while she murmured, cooed and babbled she loved him with tipsy delight. He never could have imagined as a teenager getting married, or marrying such a beautiful woman, but he wanted her in that horny savage way he'd felt when he was a teenager, back when he could beat it three times a day and still want more. But it was Lynne who made the lust course through his veins so strongly, Lynne and only Lynne, her beauty and that intoxicating, husky, urban accent giggling, the feisty way she teased him, like a little mouse teasing a big cat!

She was so exotically beautiful and bubbly on her wedding day he fought hard not to get an erection, because everyone would notice.

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Leif was a big roguish tease! All that naughty shit he whispered in her ear while he'd made her cream her nice panty girdle that she was wearing under her wedding gown, which was styled like a chemise with a delicate, silky, Lycra crotch, and not nearly enough protection so she didn't feel the heat and stickiness starting to grow, her only saving grace was that she was wearing a lacy little peplum underneath her wedding gown, so that, no matter how ruined her panties were, no guest would see, it would have had to make it through all that layer of lace, and then the outer wedding gown as well. She loved messing with him, playing with him, competing with him playfully at drinking and playing video games. And she could be herself, and be free around him, he was totally comfortable with her being exactly who she was, and she cherished the playful loving environment she had with her Leify, so different than her bond with everyone else!

But, when he evened the score with masculine bluster and a promise that he'd have her and show her what he was made of, made her swoon for him. She was well aware that she was smaller and more delicate that he was, loved the heft of him squeezing her in his arms, teasing her, tickling her, necking her anyway, despite her desperate protests, and kissing her ears despite her pleas, knowing that the contact with her neck and ears made her weak, giggly, tingly and moist.

Lynne loved the idea that he could manhandle her, wrestle her down to the floor, and tear off her wedding gown if he wished, and there would be little she could do, but whimper, and obey. And, it would be delightful because Leif loved her, and even though he was bigger than her, stronger than her, and could dominate her, he'd make it feel good because he loved her, cared about her pleasure!