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"Oh my goodness! I can see the town over there."

He grins and nods. "Sometimes I come up here to think."

How romantic? I have so many stories of the lone lighthouse keeper looking for something more going through my head. The man standing next to me makes a good hero. Broody and silent sometimes, protective and growly the next. But I have to keep my wits about me and remember that this isn't a fairy tale, it’s not a story. This is real life and real life is seldom ever as sweet and soft as a story.

Chapter Seven

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Shephard

"Come." I take her by the hand once more and lead her back inside the room of glass surrounding the lamp. She is beautiful. I am glad I could show her something that’s almost as beautiful as she is. What makes Tilly even more than just a beautiful woman is the fact she doesn't realize how beautiful she is. She’s not wrapped up in herself at all. All during the day, she has paid me compliments, either on the working of the island or the way I treat my people, she has picked up things fast and even given some feedback on some of the things that have tripped me and my workers up for days or months now. Instead of today being a chore or a hassle to me it’s actually been... fun, entertaining, lighthearted even.

As she heads for the last set of stairs to go down before we leave the safety of the lighthouse I pull back. She looks at me before I move so that she is pressed against the side of the wall and we are the same height. "Thank you."

"For what?" She gives me big, guileless eyes and sticks her pretty pink tongue out to moisten her lips.

"For taking my mind off things best left unthought of."

She stares into my eyes for a second before she gives me a softly whispered, "Your welcome but I'm very sure I've had a better time than you have since you've had to lead me around the entire island and answer all of my questions that I ask incessantly.

I raise my hand so I can engulf her neck in the palm of my hand. Her heart beats in the pulse of her throat as I pull her closer still. "You are entirely my pleasure."

She gasps and I take advantage for my own gain, landing my mouth on hers and pushing my tongue deep inside her honeyed cavern. Our kiss is just as explosive as the night before when the maid interrupted us or when her mom interrupted us in the study. I was so damned close to cumming all over myself that day. Or taking her down to the fucking floor and ripping her clothes off to have my wicked way with her.

Now, my mouth is back on her, and just like before I am lost in her. Lost in the softness she offers me, the slick glide of her tongue on mine, the sweet taste of her mouth. I find myself lifting her off the wooden floor and spinning her once again. She helps me by trying to come closer to me, pressing her breasts up against my chest and wrapping her arms around my neck. This time I lay her down slowly on the steps and kiss down her neck.

This entire time I've been lifting her dress. I have grown quite fond of the fact my little wife doesn't wear corsets or petticoats on a daily basis. I run my hand up her smooth thigh. Touching her is like touching soft warm silk. And I am a man who enjoys such tactile things. A man who doesn't restrain his use of the baser senses.

I have lived too hard a life before to deny myself the pleasures to be found in the world...and Tilly is quickly becoming my favorite pleasure. I position myself between her thighs, spreading her legs wider with my hips as I work the buttons and ties of her gown open so I can pull it down. Damn it. It takes too long. I would normally go for the knife I keep in my pants pocket but I don't want to cause Tilly to become afraid while I do this.

I rest my pelvis right up against her bare pussy. I can feel the heat from it. It causes me to groan through the kiss we are currently sharing. Her eyes widen on mine and questions fly into them. She wants to know if this is alright. Maybe she's worried about the brothers coming in and finding us like this? Maybe she wants to ask me to do something harder or faster but can't find the right words? I will answer anything she asks me.

I take her leg and raise it as I rock my hips up against her. She breaks the kiss as a moan spills out of her. Fuck it! I have the knife out quickly and have the laces of her gown cut away so I can pull it and her shift down over her breasts. They bound free and her hands automatically come up to hide her beauty from me.

I take the opportunity to flip her skirts up leaving her bared to me. She squeals out and tries to wiggle away from me but the stairs are at her back and I am at her front. There is nowhere for her to go. "Sh...Shephard...?"

I reach around her bared thighs as I take in the breasts too big for her own hands. I bet they would fit wonderfully in mine though. I bend my head so I can gently bite the inside of her thigh before laying on the wood steps myself. She yells out before her hands drop to the top of my head. I sniff my way up her leg and to the place her leg meets her mound. I lick up the closed seam of her lower lips before spreading her with my tongue.

Her back arches off the steps at the first sweep of my tongue and she makes a gurgled moan/yelp right before I flatten my tongue and focus in on the bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy. She almost sits straight up when I hit it for the first time. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Shephard!"

Her hand goes to the spindle of the stairs to hold on for dear life as I take her pussy in my mouth and work it with my tongue. My hand goes to her bared breast as one remains to help hold her legs apart. I massage and tweak her nipple while making her pussy feel good. It doesn't take long before she is twitching and spasming on my face, giving me my dessert of honey and cream. I keep pushing her further, wanting more as I lick up the first batch of goodness she gives me.

"Shephard! Shephard...I...can't...ohhh." Her words end on a high moan before her body tightens up and shakes through another release. She drops her head back and screams as her little pussy convulses for me one more time. Once I am sure I have wrung the entirety of her orgasm from her I lay my head on her thigh and lick my lips for one final taste of her. During the entire time it takes us to catch our breaths I watch as she comes back to awareness.

I didn't mean for this to happen but I'm not sorry it did. I watch as her eyes blink open and her hands fall from where they came to rest before I made her cum. They go to her chest and I pull her up so that I can help her push them back in her shift before fastening what remains of her ribbons back together.

Once I have her standing about the same height as me again I pull her in and kiss her again. "This wasn't wrong. Not a damned thing about this was wrong. It was perfect, baby."

I wait for her to nod for me showing me she at least hears what I am trying to say even if she doesn't believe it just yet. We step out of the lighthouse and the two brothers are standing at the bottom of the steps looking anywhere else but at us. Tilly's cheeks light up a beautiful pink but I'm not certain I am happy about these two men being outside while I pleasure my wife. What did they hear? What did they see? I don't give a good damn if they are both happily married with a boat full of kids.

"What are the two of you doing here?"

The older of the two speaks up, "Um, Andrew thought he heard something – screaming - Sir. We came to find out if everything was alright."

"We thought it might be kids having a thrill doing something they're not supposed to in the lighthouse." The younger, Abraham, finishes for him.

Tilly looks like she might just expire from the embarrassment of it all. I can't stop myself from lifting her hand to my lips and giving it a kiss before teasing her a little. "Did you hear that, Love? You make me feel - and sound - like a kid again."

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