Salem was so wet and starved for pleasure that I began to worry this girl would come before I even got inside of her. I put my hands on the mattress between her arms and her body and leaned down to kiss her. Lip-locked, I held my body’s weight on my forearms, keeping most of it off Salem. As our lips moved together, our bodies pressed and grinded against one another. Our desire for one another dictated the pace. Salem purposely moved so that the head of my dick would bump against her wet slit, and it was driving me wild.
“Keep it up,” I panted. I paused between our kissing to add to my playful threat. “And you’re going to get a dick in that pussy, baby girl.”
“Good,” she murmured against my lips.
Moments later, she moved her hips again, causing the head of my dick to slide between her pussy lips. I stilled my body and pulled my lips away from hers. She opened her pretty green eyes, and we stared silently at one another. The smile spread across her face, and I felt as though it was her way of telling me she was ready. I had to be sure. I wasn’t leaving this to chance.
“Ready, baby girl?”
“Yes.” Her smile was still plastered on her face.
“Okay, all you have to do is tell me to stop or slow down. Okay?”
“Okay.”
As I started to slowly push my dick inside, she stretched her neck toward me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and our lips found each other once again. Salem moaned and mumbled swear words as I moved my hips. For a while, I could only smile against her lips.
“Mmm, Garrett, your cock feels incredible.”
“You feel amazing,” I whispered.
Without warning, her pussy started to contract and squeeze my dick. The sensation set off a chain reaction in my body.
“Fuck,” I grunted. The second I began to come, I pressed my mouth against her cheek as I emptied into her.
We were both panting as I collapsed on the bed beside her. Salem moved closer to me and put her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close. I kissed her forehead and squeezed her against me.
“I love the sounds you make. Maybe I need to start each of our days like this,” I proposed.
“Yeah, I think I could handle that,” she mused. Salem’s fingers lazily stroked my chest and played with my chest hair. “I began to wonder if you were ever going to initiate the kiss,” she said as she dragged her fingertips up and down my torso.
“I’d always wanted to kiss you, Salem,” I admitted.I didn’t want to taint you with my darkness.
In that moment, I was sure this girl’s bright spirit would be able to combat my own darkness. Saving her from Sebastian’s just might have been saving me too.
12
Garrett
Eight Months Later
Salemand I had fallen into a relationship that was like riding on a seesaw. It wasn’t because we loved one another one second, then argued the next. We loved each other immensely. But the short amount of time she had been held captive by Sebastian had done a lot of damage to her. Physically she had recovered with minimal scars on her body, but the emotional scars were deep. I was constantly on my toes and looking out for anything that could possibly upset her.
Today was a good day.
Each day when I headed home from work, I’d send Salem a text to let her know I was on my way. As I made my way to the parking lot, I sent her the text and told her to think about what she would like for dinner. Halfway into my drive home, I received a text back from her, and when I stopped at a stoplight, I picked the phone up and smiled when I saw she had attached a video.
Salem knew I loved watching her play with herself, and she would sometimes send me a video. She’d sent them to me at random, and she loved my reactions to them. I waited until I pulled into the driveway to watch it, though. I grinned through the entire video of her doing a little dance for me in her oversized plaid shirt and a purple thong. Some of the videos were far more explicit than this one was, but nonetheless, I loved it.
I collected the mail and thumbed through the small stack checking for anything important as I brought it inside. Mixed in between the annoying circulars for grocery stores was a large white mailer. As I opened the front door, I had turned the priority mail envelope over to see it was from the school district in Beverly Hills.
I smiled, knowing what this most likely was. I went into the kitchen where I could hear Salem singing. Her back was to me as she swayed her hips while she frosted cupcakes. Baking some sort of sweet treat had become part of her Friday routine. On Fridays, I always came home from work to some treat that we’d enjoy throughout the weekend. Her singing was mostly under her breath, but as she reached the chorus, her volume increased. Often, I would stand and watch her.
“Hey, would you like to help me finish frosting these, or are you going to stand there and watch me?” she playfully asked.
“I plan on standing here and watching you finish them.” My light tone matched hers.
“You don’t want to help me?”
