Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 68

"Oh Leif! Leify, baby I can't, I need to come, baby, baby please," murmured Lynne through gritted teeth, crying fresh tears onto the carpet.

Leif backed the toy out of her pussy just slightly.

"Baby please what?" asked Leif, soothingly brushing the nape of her neck with his husky fingertips.

"Please let me come, husband, sir?" she said in her sweetest, angelic voice.

"Well you've been a good little wife. Such a nice girl. You didn't come, even when you were desperate to. If you just clean off your toy for me, you can come baby," he added.

He did something she didn't expect. He stepped out of his dominating role into an equally delicious, tender role. It welled up fresh tears in her eyes. He held the dildo gently up to her lips, and Lynne sucked her juices off while he stroked her chin dimple.

"God you look so sexy with your mouth full of that purple toy, but not as sexy as your mouth looks filled with my pink cock though. Clean it up good for me doll. That's it, such a good, sweet wife," he murmured taking it from her lips.

He kissed her forehead again and again, and even in their sex play it sent Lynne a clear message that it didn't matter how nasty they played, she was still his sweet princess to be coddled, cared for, and adored.

After she was through he dropped the dildo into the floor, grabbed her cheeks, and placed a tender kiss on her mouth.

"Sweet, sweet lips. You're so beautiful Lynney. And you have such, a sweet, delightful body, that's sexy and eager for pleasure and orgasms. I can't hardly help myself with you. My cock is so full of come for you doll," he added, gently tracing her lips with his finger.

Lynne's stomach filled with butterflies and she sucked his finger even more eagerly than she'd cleaned off the toy.

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Leif grunted with pleasure, watching his sexy wife, her mouth stuffed to the gills with a sex toy, and cleaning it off. She was dirty, fun, and delightful.

She was his. And now he was going to show her how much he also belonged to his lovely wife.

"So sexy stuffing your tight pussy with pleasure, with the balls, and the buzzing cock, and I know you enjoyed it, but now your pussy is going to be treated to its favorite toy," said Leif with a grin.

"I'm gonna let you grab your toys baby girl, and do you what you see fit to do with it," whispered Leif.

He leaned over Lynne. He couldn't help kissing the soft nape of her neck, and he released the restraints on her wrist, gently kissing the insides of her palms.

She was leaned over the chair, her juicy ass turned up in the air, ripe, and showing all her lovely innards, and his eyes followed the contour over her juicy, sexy thighs. He'd never seen her pussy so swollen and wet before, and Leif couldn't wait to be buried in that warm, tight goodness, pumping away. But, he also knew that he'd worked Lynne up into a frenzy, and given the opportunity, she'd probably ride his cock and fuck him senseless like a wild banchee, and all he'd have to do is stand there and bury himself in her lovely pleasures. It had been a fantasy of his for his shy, mild mannered little Lynne to eat him alive since he first sat down and talked to that lovely creature when they had coffee together.

Lynne kicked her wet panties off of her ankles, freeing herself so that she would be able to sit upright.

While he realized that Lynne could move out of the chair over her own accord, he wanted to help his baby, treat her like a lady, and so he quickly moved around the front of the chair, taking both her hands to steady her, and she wrapped her arms delightfully around his neck, pulling herself up out of the chair, and into his arms.

She wrapped her legs possessively around his waist, and seated herself normally on the sex swing, like she was swinging, hoisting her body in the air, and meeting him around his hips.

"You're gonna let me do what I want with my favorite toy?" she murmured.

Her voice was slurred with both sexual passion and probably the weed, which excited Leif further, every blonde hair on his body thrummed with sexual energy, the need to be inside the lovely creature, and for her to derive the ultimate teasing and pleasing satisfaction with his cock surging in her, that she used as she desired.

"Yes baby girl, it's all yours to do whatever you want with it. You can always play, with your favorite toy, just as you play with all the toys spread on the floor," he murmured lovingly.

Lynne nodded, looking at him with piercing brown eyes, then she roughly grabbed his dreadlocks and kissed him hard, her tongue plowing into his mouth with an almost angry, fiery intensity. This was a woman who had her desires stoked up, and had been deprived of the ultimate sexual pleasure and was starving for orgasm.

Her tongue moving greedily in his mouth gave him so much pleasure he chuckled with joy, into her own mouth, and then Lynne was chuckling.

She offered her breasts to him, squeezing and cupping them and Leif gently broke off the kiss. They were so sexy and adorable all covered up in those cute little pasty things. He'd need to thank the women who gave her this shit at the bridal shower. They were adhered to her nipples by suction. Leif gently took each firm, large, brown nipple and areola into his mouth, sucking it firmly to remove the pasty, taking it into his mouth, loving the taste of the heat, and the sweat, and then discarded it onto the floor beside the sex toys with his mouth.

Then he took as much of her firm, perky, juicy little right breast as he could into his mouth, sucking with ecstasy. She was so soft, and felt so good to him, and even though he had delighted in teasing and titillating her into ecstasy he'd missed touching her.

Lynne let out a high-pitched whimper and surprised him by violently yanking his dreadlocks off her nipple.

"No, no, no I almost came!" fretted Lynne, squirming.

Sweet little freak he'd never had a woman so worked up during sex play she could come by what he was doing to her nipples. It was a hot, sexual delight for him, he'd always wanted a woman so in tune with her sexuality and ravaged with her desires and he would never make her feel ashamed for this. The fretting was also sweet and adorable.

"That would have been a ruined orgasm huh? Wouldn't it have been? Just with your nipples being sucked on and no stimulation? You really want to come with your man's cock in you, don't you sweetheart?" asked Leif, gently stroking Lynne's chin dimple.

Lynne Leaned up, and kissed him again, more rough this time, and ripped his silk pajamas off of his hips. She continued kissing him, and he felt her fingers piercing his chest over his pectorals.

He took a glance over at one of the mirrors flanking the bedroom, and almost came in his silk pajamas watching the sexy visual of naked Lynne, her pale beige skin flanking him in silk pajama bottoms.

Her kissing was so violent, her teeth scraped against his occasionally as she fought to get deeper, and deeper into his mouth. He tasted the flavor of Lynne in the kiss, the flavor of the joint, and the wine they'd sipped earlier. It made Leif groan into her mouth with pleasure. Tasting her ignited in a hunger with him like nothing else. It was all he could do not to take control of the situation, like he loved to take control of her, and fuck her senseless, but she'd been a good little girl for him, played with her toys, and hadn't come, and it was time to let his wife find her orgasm the way she desired.

He squeezed his knuckles with a slight sexual impatience and he was about to tell her what he would do to her if she didn't make up her mind about fucking him soon, then, when she removed her legs from around his waist, and yanked his silk pajamas down roughly around his ankles, he was glad he hadn't pushed her, and guffawed in laughter, poised to step out of the pants.

"No, leave them, I like them on your ankles, it's kinkier that way," murmured Lynne.

"Yes ma'am," grunted Leif, chuckling.

She kissed the head of his cock, that she loved so much, and it moved him, he gently stroked her hair with loving hands, groaned at how soft it was, and he was reminded that, even though he'd enjoyed dominating Lynne and forcing her to endure exquisite pleasure and stave off her orgasms, at the same time, he'd missed the sweet physical bonding of touching his baby, and smelling her.

"Now not too much kissing, or you won't get any use of the favorite toy," he added playfully playing with her pouty mouth.

Lynne said nothing, she just aggressively rocked the swing back toward his hips. She rolled her head backwards like an aggressive kitten, linked one arm around his neck and with the other one, gripped his cock so forcefully, Leif let out a low growl.

The next thing he felt was the sweet, cloying warmth of that tight heat caressing his head as she guided him deeply into her.

Lynne yelled loudly with her pleasure and joy, and Leif bellowed as well.

She was so fucking tight, so fucking juicy, and so fucking hot, because he had teased and titillated her to realms she had never before experienced. Leif knew that they were headed for the fucking of a lifetime.

Lynne groaned loudly, dug her nails in his back for leverage, and proceeded to swing towards him rapidly, using the sex swing to add buoyancy to her movements that had Leif curling his toes on the marble floor of the bedroom.

Now it was Leif, who was struggling as Lynne had him bound helplessly in the chair earlier to keep from coming too quick.

He held onto Lynne hugging her possessively around her shoulders to keep from capsizing over the edge of pleasure and ruining it for the two of them by blasting his cock into her tightly gripping, swollen pussy.

"Mmm, you're so damn tight little wifey!" he grunted with joy.

Lynne looked at him and her eyes lit up with sheer joy. Just like it pleased her to be able to endure such delicious teasing and be obedient, and not come, it now pleased her to be so hot, and wet, and tight and give him such pleasure.

He was so lucky.

He leaned forward and cupped that tight, juicy pear shaped ass in the sex swing.

"Leify! Yes!" squealed Lynne.

She squealed so loud, and with so much delight that it hurt Leif's ears.

He squeezed them tight in response and Lynne giggled, kissing his eyelashes.

"Oh God! Oh God! I'm almost coming," she groaned.

He moaned with ecstasy, ready to teeter over the edge, but she quickly moved her hips away from his own.

Leif squeezed her buttocks hard in frustration.

"Now what are you doing, baby I thought you wanted to come," groaned Leif his cock straining playfully in the air, his dick veins throbbing with need.

"I do want to come, but I've waited so long, I want it to be the best come ever. I want you to do it from the back," murmured Lynne.

She quickly hopped down from the sex swing and turned around so that her back was facing him.

Leif planted one hand on her hip, and gripped her pussy possessively with the other hand.

"Now I want you to take me Leify. Have me, and fuck the shit out of your loving wife, the way you wanted to, when you first lay eyes on me. I know you wanted to use me like your little toy from the moment we met. But now, it's because you love me, and you are consumed with me. The lust isn't wholly selfish like it was before. So I want you to enjoy me and fuck the living daylights out of me, and then I'll come all over your cock like a good little girl," murmured Lynne.

He looked at her in the mirror. Even though she was talking bawdy and was so sultry and hot, she looked like an innocent angel. He was so lucky. He felt tears in the corner of his eyes, he wanted and loved her so much.

He grunted loudly that was the only way he could express himself.

He leaned Lynne backwards in the sex swing, and thrusted up from his hips, giving it to her hard.

Lynne opened her mouth widely and let out a loud, throaty, orgasmic roar, raring her own hips backwards. She moved one hand down to her pussy, and spread her lips.

Leif, sensing his wife's need very gently slid his middle and index finger onto either side of Lynne's swollen, aching, clitoral head and gently pulled and massaged the sensitive head in ecstasy.

Even Leif hadn't been prepared for the loud, guttural wail his sweet bride made!

He was sensing what was happening. The woman was coming and she was gonna come from the crown of her head from the tips of her toes.

He needed to maximize what was happening. He let his teeth graze her nipples and she yipped loudly with pleasure.

When he gently bit the nipple he heard her loud cry.

"Holy fucking shit I love you Leify!" and then he felt the fierce spasms gripping his cock, spasms so intense and thorough they were almost painful for his cock.

She milked, literally sucked the come hungrily out of his cock with the contraction of her pussy muscles. Lynne's face was streaked with tears, and Leif hadn't meant to, but he joined her with his own face streaked with tears, her looking at him, plaintively in the mirror as the pleasure shot straight out of his cock causing his intense groan-

"I love you too princess!" clutching and smelling a handful of her hair, and even that wouldn't let him get close enough, so he squeezed her so tight to him with the hand that wasn't cupping her pussy that she coughed like she was uncomfortable.

She needed to understand, she made his dick feel so good, and that feeling was so inextricably connected to his heart that nothing would let him hold his baby tight enough.

He groaned as his seed painted the deepest part of her insides the warmth of it, and the sight of it dribbling off the base of his cock, onto her inner thighs, and down over the mirror as he watched them join was too much.

He didn't want the moment to end, and he kept pumping in her and humping her, his chin in the crown of her hair until her pussy stopped squeezing with pleasure around his spent cock, which slowly went limp.

Simultaneous orgasms! He loved when he and Lynney came exactly at the same time. It didn't always happen that way, but it was so fucking good when it did!

"Such a good girl, you came so damn good, and you waited till I said, come here baby girl," he said, dotingly.

He came around the other side, and lifted her from the sex swing.

He'd never felt so at peace, and spent in his entire life, and he could tell his beautiful wife felt the same way. She grabbed him fiercely around his neck as he picked her up under her knees as though carrying her over the threshold.

First, he lay Lynne gently on the white blanket he'd placed on the floor to protect the owner's carpeting from what he knew would be Lynne's copious wetness. One glance under the sex swing was a sight so sexy he was glad he'd had the foresight to place a blanket. Some of her lovely wetness had dripped unto the blanket below. He loved how wet Lynne got, and the only thing sexier would be if the tiny thing had squirted on his cock.

He was so aroused by the idea of women squirting, never believed there could be any truth to it at all, until he met his little firecracker wife Lynne. If it was true at all, Lynne was the type of woman in touch enough with her body to actually learn how to squirt. He would broach this with her in time.

They had a lifetime to explore new techniques and all the things to make her little body scream, and cream. He felt so warm with all that they just shared, looking at her perfect, beige flesh, sprawled out naked on the blanket and looking up at him expectantly. He felt a little guilty for looking at her so wolf like, imagining getting his lovely wife in the swing again, this time, getting her squirting on his cock while he spanked her and loved her at the same time.

He concentrated on the feelings of peace, and the utter spent feeling he felt, with them using their bodies as vessels for their mutual and creative sexual ectasy with the unique positions that the sex swing had afforded them. Now was the time to concentrate on loving his baby, and emotional nourishment for her soul. But first, it would be time to tenderly clean her.

"Let me clean you up doll," he husked gently.

He was kissing down her belly button and Lynne whimpered, parted her legs eagerly when she sensed his intention, while he cleaned out the mess he'd made in her, a warm, sticky mess, and how he loved to clean it up, and how close he felt, slurping up the pearly evidence of their bond.

She looked down at him with lovesick eyes, clutching at his dreadlocks.

"You're not letting me clean you up," she murmured disapprovingly.

Leif chuckled.

The two of them ended up sixty-nineing in a spoon position, Lynne cleaning up his cock gently with her mouth while he grew partially hard and groaned with ecstasy at the gentle ministrations of her tongue, and Lynne doing the same thing as he cleaned up her pussy, her clit, and the cute little cleft of her ass with a wandering tongue. Though all of her didn't need extreme cleaning, he relished the taste of her just the same.

He felt Lynne's stomach tense up and he realized she was coming again so he lovingly kissed, sucked, and slurped her clit to maximize the feeling for her.

Then he switched positions out of the sixty-nine after lovingly dislodging her mouth from his own cock and held her and rocked her in the blanket until her breathing calmed down.

Leif helped her up from the blanket, folded it so that her wetness was no longer exposed, and used it to wrap his wife up so that she wouldn't feel cold anymore, now that she was finished with the lovemaking, he saw some goose pimples breaking out on her perfect, caramel flesh.

"There now, are you warm again? I hope you had a good time, and we fulfilled your sex swing and sex toy fantasies, and I hope I wasn't too rough either," he murmured lovingly his nose in her hair and kissing the crown of it.

After spanking her and playfully demanding submission, it was important to Leif that Lynne be aware that he was still her loving teddy bear, and his highest charge was to care for, and protect her as his sweet, beautiful wifey.

"No you weren't too rough, I liked being disciplined by you, and getting to be good. It was so fun to be your naughty girl, because you still love me like I'm your good girl," she said.

Lynne beamed at him, and he felt choked up with love for her.

A gentle reminder would be good for her right now.

"You are a very good girl, and good woman. My good woman. What can I do to make you comfortable?" murmured Leif and he dotingly kissed her forehead.

"I'm very comfortable. Just a little thirsty," she confessed with a shy smile.

"Oh let's fix that right away, cold glass of water with a Lemon for my wifey, coming right up," he added sweetly.

He carried Lynne into the kitchen piggy back style and sat her on the kitchen counter while he got her a cold glass of refrigerated water, and added a lemon. He knew how much she liked cold water after sweating and panting during lovemaking, and he loved to be able to put a lemon in it, and serve her with extra relish. He lived to pamper his sweet wife.

He handed her the cold water, filled with ice and lemon.

"Gosh Leify, you're spoiling me. I wasn't expecting a lemon," murmured Lynne.

She sipped it so eagerly, she was thirsty, and she downed the water fast.

"Here, let's get you more," offered Leif, filling up the glass again with cold refrigerated water, and not missing a beat on taking it to his parched wife.

"And I didn't even need to ask for more. Shit, I'm ruined, what the hell am I going to do when this honeymoon is over," chuckled Lynne.

"Well, hopefully the honeymoon can continue even when we get back and home, I'll always do my best to take care of you, pamper you, and do little fun things for you along the way," said Leif lovingly.