More Than Words: Kissed By A Muse #3 (11 page)

‘You love me.’ Ryan lowered his arm so that he could take her by the hips with both hands. ‘Everything you like the most about him, are the things I think I like the most about me. Sure, he and I have a lot of surface qualities and hobbies and interests and stuff in common, so it was easy to get mad at the idea of you projecting other stuff onto me but…’ he leaned in and kissed her breastbone, lifting his lashes to gaze up at her from beneath them. ‘But you love the little things, sweetheart, and that counts for me.’ He cupped her face. ‘I don’t want to be the tortured artist Leigh, or the sullen bad boy. I like being happy! I like taking care of you!’ He brushed her hair behind her ears. ‘That’s where he and I differ, really, and I’m glad that you liked the cheerful bits the best. I don’t intend on getting a broken heart, here… I don’t want to sing the blues, even if it works for ninety-nine percent of the female population, I like sentimental songs like Honey. And funny songs like, like The Tribute.’ Leigh grinned and he responded with a brighter one. ‘And you get that about me. Just because I can play For Whom the bell Tolls and get a rush from it…. doesn’t mean I want to live with that sort of gloomy heavy metal perspective.’ He hugged her tightly. ‘Sometimes, I wonder if I want to be a rock star at all, you know? Why can’t I try country? Why can’t I try painting something or be an Innkeeper, like Imogen suggested?’

Leigh raised an eyebrow. ‘Because the world would hurt without your voice?’

He smiled, pleased and obviously flattered. ‘And I’ll hurt without you, at my side all the time- because I like this.’ His hands swept up her back. ‘I want to be your husband, Leigh.’ His hands rolled over her shoulders and slid down her biceps. ‘I want to put babies in your belly and meet your parents and holiday here and live wherever the hell we want to.’ He leaned in and kissed her collarbone, then fluttered his eyelashes along it, making her gasp. ‘I want to live the books, like you- but all of the romance ones.’ He tilted her chin up, kissing the sensitive skin beneath it and making her tingle. ‘Including Fifty Shades, by the way, because I cannot wait to spank this pretty ass of yours...but maybe starting with something a little sweeter…’

Leigh’s eyelashes fluttered shut as one of his hands began to fondle her breasts while the other cupped her neck, arching her back and supporting her while he moved his lips everywhere else. ‘Like what…?’ she breathed, her nipple hardening in his mouth while he toyed with the other.

Ryan hummed and shifted beneath her, and she felt her sex pulse as his erection strained through his denim jeans and into her. ‘What’s your fantasy…?’ he asked, taking her waist and bowing her back so that she regarded the fireplace upside down. The blood rushed to her head as his lips slid down between her breasts and to her belly button, making her suck it in to flatten his path.

‘You are...’ she moaned, running her hands up her face and into her hair. ‘Every time you so much as smile at me, I come up with a new one...’

‘Yeah?’ His hands slid up her abdomen and grasped her breasts with both hands, cupping them and kneading them with his firm, long fingers while his tongue tickled her pelvic bone just above her pale pink satin and lace thong. ‘Like what?’

‘Like you taking me backstage. Like you making out with me in your hot tub and playing with me underwater…’ Fingers twisted her nipples gently and she gasped.

‘Like that?’ Ryan demanded huskily, kneading her again.

‘Yes!’

‘Or like this…?’ A finger traced a line down the centre of her body and then nudged her clit and she tingled all over, convulsing when it slid over and pressed between her folds and up into her.

‘Yes! Yes like that! Oh… when you had me in that boat all I wanted you to do was throw the damn paddles and push me to the floor and- oh!’ The finger hooked her panties to the side and a whisper of a breath slipped over her humid sex, making her see stars. ‘Ryan… please!’

Ryan replaced her panties and groaned, taking her waist again and rocking his hips into her. ‘Oh fuck… Leigh you’re so wet that I can see through your thong…’ he flipped her upright suddenly, holding her flat against him with one hand while kissing her passionately. As his tongue worked its way into her mouth, his thumb stretched down between them and began to rub her wildly making her hips slide back and forth on his groin while her belly filled with heat and pressure. She slung one arm around his neck and pulled him closer, and then began to tear frantically at the buttons of his shirt and vest with the other, desperate to have him as naked and sweaty and out of his mind as she was as she slid her tongue along his teasingly.

‘Marry me!’ Ryan’s hand slipped into her panties and began to stroke her twice as intimately, sliding his fingers up from her slit and against her clit, using her slickness to lubricate his fingertips while he circled her lavishly. Leigh cried out as an erumpent orgasm went from threatening to imminent due to the embrocation, ripping his sleeves off his broad shoulders and down to his elbows. His muscles bulged, not allowing her to budge the stubborn fabric past the buttoned cuffs that he’d rolled up and secured above his elbows, but she already had the best part out and so she slid her hands down his abdominals, earning a guttural grunt from him that became a pant when she hooked her fingers around his fly and popped the button open.

‘Fuck me!’ she whispered back, and Ryan gasped and rose to a standing position slowly, looping her thighs around his waist and shifting in position, running his teeth along her jaw.

‘Oh, I’m going to...’ He tugged on her earlobe with those teeth, and suckled on her pulse as he stepped out of his shoes. ‘But only if you agree to be my wife first...’

His wife.

The word sounded more beautiful passing his lips than any other word ever had. Leigh glanced down and saw that he’d kicked his shoes off and a wave of excitement washed over her. She could have him now, only on the condition that she kept him forever! It was Ryan’s version of doing her a deal and Leigh couldn’t believe that she’d messed with this beautiful man’s head so much that he was now under the impression that he had to talk his way into her life. He wanted her to give him her heart but how could she? She’d surrendered it to him when he’d produced the toffee apple! There wasn’t a thing she could say to articulate that, and her love for him wouldn’t change if he used her now and discarded her tomorrow morning, or married her six months from now and divorced her a week later. If all she had in the world was this moment with him, it was enough. She felt like Juliet with her Romeo, and her heart thrummed when the right quote came to mind:

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!

‘Leigh… please! Please Honey… say yes!’ Ryan hoisted her higher, kissing her with abandon and possession and Leigh sighed into his mouth, for the way he’d dragged her hips up along his abdominals had felt heavenly and the pressure within her was about to make her combust. She used her bare feet to ease his jeans down, inch by inch, gasping when she felt the thick, hard length of him slip out and rub against her tummy. Then his jeans were out of the way and Ryan’s muscles grew hard and aggressive beneath her hands as his cock flopped free then bounced up, stroking her accidentally, nudging at her entrance and making her wild.

‘Oh god! Put it inside me please, before I lose my nerve!’ She caught him and stroked him slowly and firmly, pulling back the sheath of foreskin and feeling him throb and bead against her palm. ‘You’re so fucking big!’

Ryan growled and threw her backwards, and she landed softly on the couch. Excitement, adrenalin and fear flushed all of her petty insecurities out of her system, and left her only with enough consciousness to feel gratitude for the moment as he stepped out of his jeans and then rested one knee on the arm of the sofa near her feet. He was so glorious naked that there were no words for it that hadn’t been wasted on lesser mortals before and rendered useless.

‘I’m huge,’ he whispered, reaching down and sliding his hands up her thighs, staring at her with arrogance, frustration and flagitious intentions for what he planned to do with both. ‘And I’m going to bury it all the way inside you Leigh- and come hard with nothing between your skin and mine.’ He wriggled his eyebrows at her as she gasped and began to wriggle back, her fear going up another level now that she understood that he didn’t plan on using protection. ‘But I can’t do that unless you agree to marry me first, can I?’

Oh fuck me!

Leigh reached between her legs and stroked herself, deciding to toy with him, safe in the knowledge that she’d accept his proposal if his seed spilled inside her. ‘You can do with me, what you’d like.’ She bit her lip and hooked her thumb under the strap of her thong. ‘Or I can do it myself if you insist on teasing me…’

Ryan’s eyes flared and as she’d hoped, he fell on top of her, groaning and moaning as he kissed hot streaks of passion and warmth up her legs and then reared up on her, slapping her hand out of the way. His lips slanted against hers, drawing all of her focus until she felt his fingers slip under her thong and twist, shearing the satin boundary.

‘You love me!’ He leaned down and suckled on her breast urgently, then whipped the tip of his tongue around it. ‘Why can’t you say yes?’

Leigh cupped his face to whisper in his ear: ‘Because the knowledge that my life will never be more perfect than it is right now, makes me want to throw myself over the edge so that this is the last moment I know...’

Ryan moaned, hearing her or rather, Kathryn Praser, loud and clear. He pressed his mouth back against hers, his kiss slower, wetter and lazier. ‘Yes, or no?’

Leigh gasped when she felt him position himself between her legs and then began to shake when he pushed her knee up and began to work her clit with the lubricious tip of his imane erection. The world spun, and breathing became a quaint notion.

I want him! If I don’t feel him inside me I’ll die! I just know it!

‘Yes, Ryan!’ she dragged her hands down his back as the moist tip of his cock whipped her clit and all of her nerve endings into a frantic frenzy of feeling. ‘Yes, I’ll marry you!’

Ryan’s head lifted to the ceiling and he let out a raspy, happy sound and then stared down at her with a look of such wild need that she truly understood the words: ‘You are so fucked now!’ and felt only a primal thrill and no fear in response.

‘Mine!’ He came down over her and slipped a finger inside her, and that pushed her over the brink. Leigh felt her sex clench around it and hold on tightly as the first wave of release washed over her. He withdrew, whispering his love and Leigh felt bereft and hollow. He laced his fingers through hers, spreading them, and then slipped something warm and hard onto her ring finger. She glanced at it, confused, and then felt her soul lift and brighten at the sight of the beautiful, platinum ring on her engagement finger. It had a cluster of tiny diamonds around one solitaire, and more diamonds seemed to bloom from it and wind down the band like vines. It was delicate, antique and divine- and like the man who had given it to her, Leigh had never seen its equal.

‘It’s engraved…’ he pushed the head of his cock inside her entrance, making her body writhe in need she had not expected. Leigh turned to gape at him, amazed that he was taken everything so fucking seriously-or could speak at such a moment- and then felt her sex throb harder at the cheeky grin on his face. ‘It says: For Ryan.’

Her soul shattered into a million joyous fragments that she suspected would float around her like a blissful shroud for eternity. And then he grunted and shoved himself inside her and all she felt was shock and pain. Ryan caught her scream, but his kiss did nothing for the agony, as the longest chapter of her life slammed shut with the violence of one thousand paper cuts.

Eleven

T
here was nothing quite like a woman’s scream to suck the perfection out of the moment and Ryan felt a cold sweat break out over every single inch of his already humid skin when Leigh twisted beneath him as though trying to throw him out, and then sobbed into his mouth.

‘I can’t!’ her voice was tiny and strained, her face flushed and wet with her tears as she turned her profile to the side and sobbed into her arm. ‘I’m too small, Ryan please…’

Ryan felt his heart weazen in reaction to her traumatic plea. He felt like a monster- like a troll who had swept a sweet princess off a bridge to defile her, and the worst part was that she felt so fucking good around him that there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to be able to pull out and give her the cuddles and painkillers and booze she probably needed. In fact, he was so damn evil that the only feasible plan he had was to sink the rest of his aching shaft into her body before he was just as upset.

It’ll get better for her! I’ll make it! Damn, I wish I could remember if I’d been with a virgin before so I’d know what to do!

‘It’s okay baby, breathe…’ he closed his eyes, whispered apologies against her lips, cursed the universe for making him a man and her delicious- and rocked into her again, hissing between his teeth as the pleasure of her tight, wet little pussy gripped him all the way to the base. ‘First the pain, then the pleasure… I swear it to you…just give it-’ he panted. ‘A minute…’

Leigh gasped, her hands clawing at his back. ‘Oh god! Oh god you’re so long and thick! Oh my god!’

Her words did nothing to help matters- he felt himself swell and thicken inside her further even though he hadn’t imagined that was possible. ‘Oh god Leigh…’ he leaned down and kissed her salty lips. ‘Say anything but that! Tell me to stop! Threaten to scream…’ he rocked into her again and she shuddered. ‘But for the love of all things good and tempting- don’t compliment it or I’m gonna go off in about two seconds.’

‘That wasn’t a compliment! And what do you mean, two seconds?’ Leigh sounded scared and confused. ‘I thought that was a teenage boy thing-’

‘I have no memory of doing this before, remember?’ he riled, annoyed with her and himself. ‘I feel every bit as fucking virginal as you do right now and my control is out the window.’

‘But you have dreams!’ Her eyes opened, pleading with him to take his dreams and get the hell away from her. ‘Were they two second dreams?’

‘You think I can remember that right now? You’re so fucking hot and tight…’ He groaned and pressed his face into her neck as his cock throbbed in warning, sending undercurrents of greater pleasure to come to all of his nerve endings so that he could brace himself. ‘This is madness. Your body is…’ he slid his mouth down her throat, afraid to move his hips in case he hit his detonator.

‘It’s… what?’ she breathed, throwing her neck back. ‘Does it hurt you?’

‘Almost.’ Ryan slid his mouth over her nipple, disappointed to see that the little peaks had softened. ‘It’s the warmest, wettest, sweetest thing I’ve ever known… and you are so tight that just staying still inside you is making me harder…’ He swirled the tip of his tongue around her nipple and then rubbed it against the very base of his tongue, delighted to feel it stiff again when he retreated to kiss it gently.

Leigh’s heartbeat sounded erratic beneath her breath. ‘Yeah…?’

‘Yeah…’ he moved to the other nipple and suckled gently on it, and it responded right away. Heat filled his lower abdomen when she sighed and went a little slacker beneath him. ‘I’m afraid that the slightest movement is going to end me, and I’m pretty sure that I’m supposed to stay still for your sake for a while anyway so…’ he nudged the nipple with the tip of his nose and then flicked his tongue against the edge of it. ‘I guess I’ll just feast on these sweet titties for awhile and pray that you forgive me in the morning, hmm?’

Leigh spasmed around him and he grunted, rearing up and giving her an accusing look as his balls tightened, ready to shoot his load right into her core if she did that again. But her eyes were closed and her head was back, so she didn’t see it. ‘Or you could keep saying stuff like that… and maybe I’ll forgive you sooner…’

Ryan raised an eyebrow. ‘Stuff like…?’ Most of the color had drained from Leigh’s face by then, leaving only the apples of her cheeks stained pink. Feeling his spirits lift a little, Ryan reached down and cupped her ass with his hand. ‘You want to know what you do to me?’ he asked her huskily, and Leigh nodded. Ryan’s dick twitched and he began to withdraw from her. ‘You want me to confess that all I want to do right now is ram myself into you until you’re filled with my come and screaming my name…?’

Leigh’s eyes flew open and Ryan’s heart skipped a beat, afraid that he’d been a little too candid, but she bit her lip, latched her eyes on his and nodded. ‘Yes,’ she whispered, making his scalp prickle. ‘Yes Ryan tell me everything you’re thinking… this part’s for the guy- not the girl. You need to explain it to me… to guide me through it...’

Ryan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Every time he thought he had Leigh pegged, she’d throw another personality plot twist his way. He eased himself into her again and though her body tightened, she didn’t cry out. ‘How am I supposed to form words when you’re squeezing me like this?’ he demanded roughly, eyes rolling back into his head when he bottomed out at the hilt of her sex again. He immediately slid back, and her muscles clenched around him, holding on and making him shake. ‘How am I supposed to articulate how I feel like one of your authors, when no woman can ever imagine what this feels like for a man like me, and no man has ever been lucky enough to slide himself into this heavenly little pussy before..?’ he surged forward again and Leigh gasped and just like that, he felt her grow slicker, wetter and more relaxed. Elation spread through him.

She’s a dirty little bitch and she’s all mine! Hell to the yes!

‘It feels that good?’ she breathed, burying her fingers in his hair and gazing down at him with limpid, ethereal green eyes. Her skin had gone cold before but now it was glowing as she too, began to sweat.

‘I’m never going to be able to stop,’ he admitted, coming up on top of her so that he was completely buried inside her, with his lips in line with hers. He squeezed her ass, tilting her hips up to allow him deeper access and rolled his hips a little, spreading her open and igniting further when she moaned gently. ‘You’re going to be my wife, and I’m going to do this to you every single time I’m able to. We’re going to lose sleep…’ he withdrew again and slid back in slowly and her eyes closed, her brows drawing together in concentration rather than agony, or so he hoped. ‘We’re going to be late places, and I’m not going to take: ‘You’re too big’ for an answer, got it?’ He thrust into her, a little harder this time and her eyes opened again, her lips parting. ‘I’m going to ride this hot, tight little pussy until you’re broken in… until you beg for it…’ he kissed her, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth and Leigh snatched her hand from his and shocked him by reaching round him and gripping his ass, urging him into her. The movement caused him to bounce off her cervix and though she stiffened, her tongue swept wildly around his, her hands on his backside holding on tighter, making him throb.

‘Yes!’ She tickled the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. ‘Oh Ryan that look in your eye… it makes me…’

‘What?’ he demanded, reaching between them and seeking out her clit. He found it and pressed gently into it, and her little hips thrashed against his, her pussy tightening enough to cut off his circulation. He grunted and she gasped and there was nothing but breath and heat and ecstasy as he felt himself swell with his own seed, the pressure intense and agonizing. ‘You like seeing the effect you have on me?’

‘You’re a god- of course I like seeing the effect I have on you! Oh… yes...’ Leigh’s leg slipped around his waist, and he sank in deeper and for a moment, he saw stars. ‘You’re so hot. I want to touch myself when I see you with a guitar in your hands as it is, so seeing myself in them is-’

The memory of her slipping her hand into her panties severed one of his lingering threads of self-control. ‘Dammit Honey shut up or you’re going to make me come!’

‘I want you to- it excites me!’ She massaged his ass with needy fingertips. ‘I want to see you lose control! I want to feel you inside me, the way I felt you in my throat last night.’

The blood in his body rushed to his cock. ‘Honey…!’

‘I mean it still hurts- gads it hurts but at certain angles I- oh!’ Her pelvis tightened against his, trapping his hand. ‘Ry, careful! I feel like you’re the only thing inside me! You’re so big and thick and hard and deep and I-’

Ryan could do nothing to halt his physical reflexes to her unchecked words. He pressed her knee open against the soft grey suede of the couch, tangled his tongue around hers and began to fuck her as gently as he was able. In and out, in and out… ‘I love you…’ he panted between thrusts, closing his eyes so that he could isolate his senses as he gave each what it so direly needed. ‘You were made for me...’

Leigh made a purring sound and tilted her hips up to press more keenly against his fingers. Ryan wanted to stay like that forever- to prolong the ecstasy of slipping in and out of her heat as she grew slicker and began to move back- but he made the mistake of opening his eyes, and when he saw that her astonished, adoring gaze was fixed firmly on him as she watched him take her virginity, his heart flipped and his cock stiffened and then throbbed so hard that he literally felt like some damn was bursting inside him. She was so beautiful and so… well she had wide eyes, and wide-eyed was the word to describe her.

And I’m going to spend the rest of my life, just trying to make her look at me like that!

He grit his teeth together and thrust into her hard, crying out her name as he felt ribbons of his hot seed shoot from inside him and fill her, making her warmer and wetter and completely his at last.

Leigh

Leigh had read some crazy-hot stuff in her time, but none of those sensual stories had prepared her for what it would be like when she was the heroine in the hero’s arms, not on any level. She hadn’t known it would hurt that bad, and she hadn’t known that such an intense pain could literally dissipate within moments due to one, heated look or a handful of whispered words.

And she hadn’t known that having a man inside her could make her feel so intensely owned. Yes Ryan owned her- inside and out. Maybe it was different for women who had sex when they were young  and not physically mature enough for the act, or had multiple partners or stale, staged wedding nights- she’d heard plenty of less than desirable anecdotes from her friends about how boring, painful or emotionally awkward sex could be. But it wasn’t like that for Leigh. Even when her insides had felt like they were being ripped apart and all she’d wanted to do was punch Ryan in the face for stabbing her, her limbs had locked up in the thrall of his beauty, hypnotized by his sounds and movements- fascinated by the sweat forming near his brow and the way his ass clenched under her hands. Those impassioned whispers had been for her! Those muscles had clenched because of hers, and when he’d come, she’d lost her breath. The intimacy of the act staggered her, and she felt every single cell in her body angle towards him, like a field of flowers turning their faces to the sun. For days he’d been that man she could only dream about being hers, but who she knew would never be satisfied with her, and she’d been almost eager to get away from him to escape that thrall before she could be smushed flat under the weight of her crush.

But now that he was inside her, she couldn’t imagine ever being more than a few inches away from him ever again. The very concept of him belonging to anyone else; looking at anyone else or dreaming about anyone else or having a past that didn’t include loving her made her seethe with imagined jealousy.

Leigh gasped as Ryan thrust into her one final time and dragged his spent smile against hers, her heart constricting from the dark place her mind had just gone, her sex clenching around what was still hard and imbedded inside her- what she intended to keep imbedded inside her. Tears pricked at her eyes when he looked at her, dazed and blue-eyed and blurry and she leaned in and kissed him fiercely, wrapping her legs around his waist and letting him know that he wasn’t going anywhere until her hysteria abated without saying a word.

‘My sweet Honey…that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.’ Ryan groaned and shifted, pressing one foot to the couch and sitting up and back onto his backside, dragging her with him until she was impaled on his lap. She gasped again and pushed off his shoulders, as he felt much too deep at that angle, but when he moved to take her hips and lift her off she stubbornly sank back down, taking the pain if it meant keeping him there. ‘Mmm…’ Ryan’s hands slid up her back. ‘Hey I thought you’d need a break but-’ Leigh shook her head frantically and kissed him with more urgency and Ryan’s hands tightened around her, his tongue stroking hers back, his breath filling her lungs with sweet poison. ‘Oh god… Leigh…’ he rocked his hips and she whimpered when he struck that sweet spot again. ‘Mind if I move this to the bedroom?’

Leigh nodded, wrapping her legs around his waist. It hadn’t even occurred to her that they were still in any particular place, let alone on any particular piece of furniture because the world felt like a smudged oil painting around them, but she didn’t give a fuck where they were so long as he remained inside her. Ryan chuckled and rose unsteadily to his feet, giving her rear end a quick smack before he supported it with his hands.