Page 9 of Starting Something

Chapter Eight

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Shephard

My mind keeps drifting back to this afternoon when I ate my little Tilly's pussy. Dinner was lessened because it didn't hold the sweetness her little cunt did for me. She has yet to meet my eyes. I finish up with the letters I have to post soon and make my way to our room. For the first time in...maybe forever, I am looking forward to the night and my bed as long as she is in it.

When I open the door, I go from light and happy to pissed in seconds flat. "What happened?"

She turns trembling lips and shiny eyes towards me. The creature I had to be during the war rises up. Her sadness pulls it from its resting spot where it has been hiding ever since I walked off the battlefield. No one makes this woman cry. Unless it is with happy tears but that is not what this is. I can tell in the way her shoulders are slumped and the misery in her eyes.

"It's from Mary." She holds a piece of paper up for me to see. I turn to lock the door behind me and walk slowly over to her. Is something wrong? Is it something I can't fix? "They're married. They...they are staying with John's family until Mary can be sure my father won't try to make them annul the wedding."

She bursts into tears and I sit down beside her.

"They're safe?"

She leans her head on my shoulder and nods her head.

"So what has you so upset, Love."

"I...I won't get to see her. If she has to stay hidden because of my father and I live on the island, we'll never get to see one another. My father will wait for them to come and force them to...," she waves her hands around, "I don't even know. All I know is she has been my only friend for all of my life, my closest confidant and now...she's gone. She says they won't even be able to stay long at his parents because they fear my father already knows where they are."

Her head falls back to my shoulder and she sobs out her heart. The sound breaks my heart. I've heard men die in the throes of agony and that is not worse than hearing my sweet little wife crying her eyes out. "What if I can make it right?"

She sits up straighter and looks at me with big watery eyes. "Wh...what do you mean 'make it right'? How can you make this right?"

"If I can, will you stop crying?" She sniffs a little, her nose a cute shade of pink, even if she is killing me with the tears that are drying on her cheeks. She thinks about my words and finally gives me a slight nod. I'll take it. I make myself a mental note right before I take her chin and tip her head back so I can find her lips.

I can taste the salt from her tears on her lips. She leans into the kiss and opens to me right away. Offering me the chance to come in, to take comfort from her even as it's her heart that is breaking. This is just the type of person Tilly is – she’s the girl who stands up for people who don't have a choice, the girl who marries so her sister doesn't have, the girl who misses her sister horribly because that is just how hard she loves, the woman who gives even as she is having something taken away from her.

I take the kiss deeper, pushing my hand through her hair so I can cup the back of her head and turn her the way I need her. It doesn't take long before the kiss becomes hotter, more intense. I push her back on the bed. She must have been in the middle of getting undressed for bed when the maid brought her the letter because her dress is gone and all she has on is her shift from earlier today. Usually, she puts on a longer, thicker night dress.

Because she only has on a thin shift I can feel almost every part of her, especially the heat coming from the tight little area nestled between her thighs. Her dress comes up high as she raises her knees to cradle me. "Let me make you feel better, Love. Let me take your mind off of your sorrow for a little while."

I wait with held breath as she makes up her mind, if she tells me no I won't do more than kiss her. But if she gives me an affirmative then it is time to teach this woman more about the art of love. Her hands which came up to cup my face when we started kissing smooth the hair off my face now before lightly fluttering back down to my cheeks. Her lips curl around her teeth before she gives me a slight nod and whispers the word I've been dying to hear, "Yes."

As soon as the word is out of her mouth, I turn into an animal in a frenzy to get to my mate. I yank the shift in two with my hands as I leave her in shock and gasping at my behavior. My shirt follows quickly and then my pants as I keep her lips on mine so she can't take this gift away from me. Her thighs rub together as she seeks something to relieve the ache I've built up between them. She doesn't understand I am the only one who can give her the kind of release she needs.

I trail my hand down her beautiful bare body causing her flesh to jump under my touch. My lips follow the path of my fingertips but slower. I take my time and kiss my way down her neck to the tops of her shoulders and then to her collarbones. Over the swell of her breasts until I reach the hard, pebbled peaks that I wrap my mouth around.

She cries out my name as she arches her back off the bed pushing her breast further into my mouth. "Sh...Shephard!"

My hand finally trails down to her mound and I play with the soft curls I find there. She yelps and tries to scoot back. Not because she's wanting me to stop. I can tell by how she kisses me and the fact she's unconsciously holding my wrist to keep me from taking my hand away from her soft skin. It's more to try to escape the sensations I am causing - new ones she's never had before.

I dip my fingers inside of her and spread her apart. She's wet. She's very wet, which means she's ready for me. But I want more. I want to have the taste of her on my tongue when I take her sweet innocence. I play with her some more with my fingers before I sink lower and put my mouth to her. Just like before, she yelps and tries to close her legs.

I keep her spread wide for me with my shoulders and settle down to make a meal out of my sweet little wife. I do much the same thing I did in the lighthouse on the stairs. I kiss up her thighs and over her curls, before I spread her wide with my tongue and lick up the honey she's made for me. Her squeals and squirms drive my own excitement for what is to come higher and higher.

I cover her with my mouth, licking and sucking until she's clutching my hair with one hand and the sheets with the other. I massage her breasts at the same time causing her to arch and press into me more. She breaths out my name right before her body tenses and she cums for me. I don't let up though, only giving her a second to stare at the ceiling before I dive back in.

She's much quicker to tighten back up this time. Her little bud must be sensitive now and ready for even more of what I want to give her. I have to hold her legs down the second time she cums for me as she screams out my name and quivers through the climax I've pushed her to. Then I work on building her up once more.

This time I don't take her all the way but rather surge over her, placing my hands on either side of her head and positioning my throbbing, aching cock right at her entrance. I push but her little body, no matter how worked up it is, isn't ready to let me in fully. It takes just the very tip but that is enough to have me groaning through the next ten inches. I open her up slowly so that both of us can experience every slide, every shift, of my cock as it moves inside of her.

By the time I fit the head all the way inside of her both of us are breathing heavy and staring into one another's eyes. I see the moment she realizes another person is inside of her, the moment of discovery when she feels me popping all the way inside her silken walls with just the head of my cock. It’s a look I won't ever forget. I push further, not giving her time to tighten back up around me, keeping constant pressure on her muscles that are gripping and milking the hell out of my cock.

I've never felt anything like Tilly. She's soft but the hold her muscles have on my dick is strong. She's innocent but the way she tilts her head back and moans out my name as I give her, bit by bit, more of my cock is like a temptress' song that lights my body on fire. She's ready for new ideas and change while still believing in fairy tales and happy ever afters - I can tell by the way she talks about her sister's love for the man she's married. Tilly is a contradiction wrapped in a surprise waiting for the right person to be brave enough to come along and unwrap her. And I just happen to be man enough to do just that.

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