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I had been thinking that Salem’s grief was for the loss of her father but after talking with her about the diary I realize it’s more than that. She’s not just grieving her father’s death but also the loss of what could have been. My parents have always been loving and supportive of me so it’s hard for me to relate but I’m trying.
I walk into the house and look to the couch but find it empty. I make my way into the kitchen to find Salem at the stove. She’s barefoot with her long hair braided and hanging over one shoulder. She’s wearing one of her usual dresses that I love so much and as she turns to smile at me it flits around her thighs. She finally ordered some new clothes and they should be here any day now. I’m going to miss seeing her running around in her dresses but it will be nice to have her be able to come out to the barn with me. I’ve been dying to show her all of the land or to take her for a horseback ride.
I walk over to her, dropping a kiss on her lips as she smiles up at me. She wraps her arms around my neck and her fingers immediately find their way into my beard. It’s gotten longer and I was wondering if I should trim it but she seems to like it and until she tells me otherwise, I’ll just let it grow.
“You seem happy, princess,” I comment as she leans up and kisses me.
I kiss her back and smile down at her. It’s nice to see her so happy again.
“Yeah, I think I finally got my head wrapped around everything.”
“I’m happy to hear that, Salem.”
“Just… will you promise me something?”
“Anything, princess.”
“If we have kids, and something happens to me, promise me that you’ll never change and treat them the way that my father treated me.”
“Of course, Salem. I’ll love our kids, no matter what. I would never hurt them. I can promise that I will always protect them and treat them right.”
She nods against me before wrapping her arms tighter around my waist. We hug for a minute before we break apart and she shows me what she made for lunch. She’s been trying out more and more recipes and I can tell that she really likes to cook. She’s been talking about these new copper pots and pans that she saw online and I ordered them to surprise her. They should be here today and I can’t wait to see her face when she opens the box.
Today she’s quiche with broccoli and ham and carrots. She made some kind of soup and a salad to go with it and it all smells delicious. I help her carry everything over to the table and she tells me about some new brownie recipe that she wants to try. She chatters on about some different recipes and asks if I’ve ever heard about this website called Pinterest. Apparently, it’s an incredible place to find recipes. I smile at how sweet she is and add getting her a cell phone to my to-do list. Speaking of phones.
“My parents called. They’re planning a trip up from Florida. They’re pretty annoyed that they weren’t here for the wedding. They’re excited to finally meet you, though.”
Salem seems nervous and I lean over. “They’re going to love you, princess. I promise.”
She asks me questions about them while we eat and I tell her about how they already know all about her. I always told them that she was the girl that I was going to marry. She smiles at that and seems to be more relaxed about them coming.
We finish lunch and I help her with the dishes. We talk about our honeymoon again and finally narrow it down to two places. I’ll leave that up to her to decide; I don’t care where we go as long as we’re together.
“Have you decided what you want to do with the land? Or the house?” I ask carefully.
“Not yet. We need to tear the house down; it’s not safe, but as for the rest… well, I’m still thinking about it.”
I nod as she dries the last dish and I take it from her hands and put it away as she hangs up the dish towel. I take her hand in mine and she follows me into the living room. I’ve been taking some time off in the afternoons so that we can spend more time together. Usually, we cuddle on the couch and watch tv or movies. Salem didn’t get to do that when she was younger and I like watching her face while she watches classic Disney movies or old tv shows.
This time when I sit on the couch, Salem sits on my lap instead of the cushion next to mine. I’m a little surprised but totally welcome to this new seating arrangement. We haven’t had any other sexual adventures since her father died but it looks like with her grief passing, she’s gotten her sex drive back.
She sits on my lap with her legs dangling over mine and her arms wrapped around my neck. She brings her face close to mine and I think that she’s going to kiss me but she turns her face at the last minute and starts to kiss up and down my neck. I moan and my hands run up and down her legs, going higher each time, as her lips tease down my neck.
My fingers stroke high on her thighs, brushing under her dress and against her panties. She moans against my skin and before I can stop myself, I have her flat on her back on the couch under me. Her legs spread and wrap around my waist as I rock against her. My fingers work under her dress as hers go to my belt and she pulls it from the loops. Her little fingers attack my jeans and soon we’re both desperately pulling at each other’s clothes, our mouths pulling apart only long enough to tug clothes over our heads.
As soon as we’re both naked, Salem wraps her hand around my erection and steers it towards her wet sex. We both watch as I slowly sink inside her, inch by until I’m fully seated. We both groan as I start to move slowly but the feeling of having her wrapped around me again after so many days is too much and soon, I’m pounding into her, hard and fast, while her fingers dig into my shoulders and back.
I can feel her start to pulse around my length and I know that she’s going to go off soon.Thank god, I think as I feel my own orgasm start to bear down on me. It only takes two more strokes and Salem starts to come, scratching her nails down my back while she screams my name. Seeing her pleasure pushes me higher and soon I’m following her over.
I pick her up and shift her in my lap as we both come down. She pants and leans against me, her eyes closed and her sooty lashes laying against her flushed cheeks. Her red lips are parted and I can feel her warm breath as it fans across my chest. She sits up after a few minutes and smiles as she straddles my lap.
“Can we do that again?”
I smile as I pick her up and carry her to our bedroom.
ChapterThirteen
Salem
