Vincent slowly opened his eyes. His body clock was tuned to wake him at dawn every day.
His hand immediately shot out and he felt for his new bride. She was there; sprawled out beside him, naked as the day she was born, her glorious hair everywhere.
Vincent rolled towards her and just looked at her sleeping face. He couldn't believe she was finally here. Everything he had fantasized about was erased by the reality of her presence. The house seemed to be alive finally and she hadn't been there for 24 hours. He jumped up, threw on his overalls and boots and headed out to take care of the chores and tend to his cattle and horses.
Vincent and Tiger had a pretty good size ranch. They had about 10 cows, 14 cattle, 80 acres and a plethora of crops including corn, tobacco and wheat. They had a large stable/barn, a smoke house and in the summer, an ice house. They worked hard and lived well.
Vincent knew how to can fruit and vegetables; he and Tiger always had food storage. They had been raised on a farm in Missouri. He had stepped it up when he was preparing his home for Pearl. He even stocked syrup for sweet drinks. He planted fruit trees and a lot of other fruits. He didn't know what she liked.
He, Liam and Tiger were excellent horse wranglers and breakers. Many men brought their horses to them to be trained.
The brothers made a good living. Just in case though, he and Tiger had a stash of gold from their previous life of crime that they would only break out in case of emergencies, or to buy things that they needed on the ranch.
They had good credit at the mercantile in town and people would feed and clothe Liam on their dime. Each of them ran the ranch together and he wasn't surprised when he looked up and saw Tiger emerging from his similar cabin, half a mile away, to meet him in the middle as they tended to their midsize homestead.
Big Liam had a room in the horse's stables about half way between the brothers and washed in the creek on the property. He loved the wild stallions and herded and broke them for fun. He preferred horses to people. People confused him.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the newlywed!" Tiger yelled and laughed at his brother.
Vincent only responded with a grin and continued working hard. He didn't have time to chit chat with his brother this morning. He wanted to finish his chores and get home.
He hadn't wanted to wake Pearl when he left. He wanted her to stay in the bed and wait for him to return, but after feeding the cattle and giving water and hay to the various animals on his farm, the smell of breakfast; bacon and eggs if he was correct, began to waft in the field. Vincent stopped and leaned on his pitchfork, wiping his forehead with his rag.
He looked at his house, smiling in amazement. Is this really happening? He laughed and finished up quickly. 5 minutes later he was at the wash room. He removed his overalls and boots, rinsed himself, then pulled on a pair of long johns before stepping into his home.
Pearl was busying herself in the kitchen, wearing a dress that he'd never seen before, her stockings on and shoes laced up. Vincent chuckled to himself. He should have known she would be fully dressed.
She had easily found the smoke house and was blown away at the array of food to prepare at her disposal. There were all kinds of smoked meats and canned fruit. She was planning meals for a week! The wood stove was the most modern kind; cast iron with water reservoirs and an oven to bake. She had squealed when she saw the ingredients to prepare the rosemary bread that her father loved. There was plenty of wood.
Her hair was in her braid and pinned in a roll at the back of her neck. She busied herself in the kitchen, moving back and forth between the wood stove and the sink without being aware of Vincent's presence for several minutes.
She still didn't see him as he watched her heap scrambled eggs and bacon onto a plate. Vincent's mouth was watering, and his dick was hard.
"Oh!" she gasped, blushed and froze when she saw him. She tried to smile at him, but only succeeded in smiling at the floor.
After a few seconds of Vincent continuing to silently watch, expressionless, she continued her task, flushed red head to toe. Vincent already was sad for the days in the future when she would cease to blush at his simple presence.
She put the plate down as he slid into the table, shirtless, which she found somewhat scandalous, then she made her own small plate and sat across from him. She smiled at him and waited to see if he would say grace, but he didn't say anything; he just stared at her intensely and started shoveling food into his mouth.
He appeared to be starving! She hoped he liked it. The way he was eating it seemed like he did. He was staring at her while he shoveled large amounts of food into his mouth. He chewed with his mouth wide open, which Pearl found unpleasant, so she looked away.
Pearl found it hard to eat. She felt entirely nervous in his presence and had dressed, covering herself completely, despite him seeing her nude and splayed out the previous night.
She flushed again, as heat went through her body, picturing their physical activities the night before. She looked up and Vincent was watching her with an amused smile on his face, apparently totally aware of her thoughts; Pearl was horrified! Vincent made a kiss at her and a wink, then went back to shoveling food.
They ate in silence with Pearl looking at her plate, pushing food around and Vincent staring intensely at her while he finished his heaping serving.
"More?" Vincent asked, pushing his plate at her when it was empty.
Pearl beamed and served him again. That was all she had made. In the future, she would make more for her big, hungry Italian. She was a damn good cook. Her mother had seen to that. She put a few remaining eggs and bacon onto his plate.
She just sat down across from him and sipped her coffee, watching him eat and feeling very special and grown up. She was a married woman now. Having coffee was a luxury to Pearl. Her father thought that it was only for special occasions, but Vincent had put on a pot before he went out into the field. She felt very adult drinking it, even though it was horrendous. She noticed he put a little cream and sugar in his and decided she would try that next time.
Finally, he was full. Vincent leaned back in his chair and burped, loudly and unceremoniously. He smirked at her.
"I'm not a gentleman, little lady, but I promise you, if you keep cookin' like this and lookin' like this, I will treat you like a queen."
Pearl smiled and looked down at her plate, pleased again that her new husband was happy with her.
He took out a pipe and put tobacco in it and lit it at the table, still looking at her intensely. She got up and started to clear the table, sneaking peeks at him sitting only in long johns in the kitchen.
She decided that she loved his hair. It was so dark, wavy and thick. He had a big mustache and beard that were the same texture. There were thick curly hairs on his chest, his forearms, his thighs and his calves, his back; he had hair everywhere!
As Pearl snuck looks at her new husband, Vincent didn't try to sneak his scrutiny of his beautiful wife. He couldn't get over her hair, skin and eye combination. It was unreal. She was more beautiful than the women he had seen in Hollywood picture magazines and she was in his kitchen and in his bed. His wife.
Her hair was incredible when she had it out. Big, wavy and curly... smelled like vanilla. Her lips were so perfect and soft. So much softer than he ever imagined when he fantasized about kissing her.
Thinking of the way her breasts had turned red from his ministrations; the cocoa nipples turning to hard pebbles the more he sucked, licked and abused them last night, had him palming himself as he watched her.
When she was done, she stood at the sink and looked out at the homestead, trying to ignore the half naked, hulking brute sitting at the table watching her every move. What should she do now? The bread was already rising, and she had unpacked all of her things. She needed something to do to appear busy. He could feel her apprehension and uncertainty.
"Come here, Pearl." Vincent's voice was calm and relaxed as he set his pipe aside.
She turned from the sink and walked to him with her eyes downcast.
"Thank you for breakfast. I was hoping you would still be in bed when I came back, though."
He pulled her into his lap and arranged her legs so that they hung over his thighs.
Vincent lifted her chin and smiled at her, hoping she heard his joke. She did and said,
"I knew you would be hungry." Her eyes actually meet his for a few seconds. Vincent was pleased. She was learning.
He figured she had exited the bed right behind him and dressed herself in order to avoid further sexual activity when he returned. It wouldn't matter, though. It wouldn't matter to him if she was in the bed, if she was in the kitchen or if she was in the fields. There would be sexual activity.
Vincent had observed the deep aching walk he'd left her with; he had seen her walking gingerly and knew she was afraid to encounter his penis again. She thought avoidance was the answer, but what she really needed was more dick. He would train her to love it. Love the pain.
He smiled at her, but then he was serious again. Resting his hand on the back of her head, he pulled her close and pecked her lips like he had done at their wedding a few days ago. Pearl held her lips tight and pecked him back.
"Relax your mouth, Pearl. Like this..." He pulled back and showed her how his lips were slightly parted. When she did the same, he leaned in and captured her mouth aggressively, kissing her with all the passion he had as he held her in his lap. Vincent had had many daydreams about kissing Pearl. He knew that kissing her was going to be one of his favorite pastimes.
After a few minutes of heavy petting in the quiet kitchen, he took a deep breath and released his wife with a happy sigh.
Watching her flushed face, he slowly undid her bun and braid, then arranged her hair around her shoulders, ignoring her unhappy whimpers. Pearl found her hair to be a chore, and every morning worked hard to get it out of her way. He was undoing all her hard work!
