More Than Words: Kissed By A Muse #3

by S. K Munt

  ‘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

  There 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 th
e 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.

  ‘You’re like the world’s sexiest Koala right now…’ he pulled back from her kisses as he walked her past the fireplace. ‘A sexy, quiet Koala…’ he cocked his head. ‘Are you okay?’

  Leigh couldn’t talk because her throat was still clogged with a cocktail of emotions but she nodded as they passed the fireplace, and then did a double take when that exact same fireplace appeared on the other side of the stone brick wall. She looked over his shoulder, confused until she realised that instead of being two separate rooms, the lounge and bedroom were separated not by a standard wall with doors, but by a long grey-stone arch which housed the hearth- a hearth that was accessible from both sides and identical on both sides. Ryan followed her gaze and then nuzzled her cheek. ‘Pretty cool, huh? I don’t know if they did it because they couldn’t afford enough stone to make a full wall, but I like it.’

  ‘It’s amazing…’ Leigh managed to breathe, seeing now that there was a passageway on either side of the stone wall leading from each room. She looked to her left and noticed that the entire house seemed to consist of only four rooms laid out square with an open corridor shaped like a cross separating them all. There was no division between the lounge and the shadowy kitchen at all, save the stub of a breakfast counter against the furthest wall, and Ryan was taking her to the other end, which was an open plan bedroom with a bathroom attached. From the centre, Leigh could see into every door less room- only the bathroom in the furthest corner was separated by two short stone walls and an arched doorway. It was sweet and quaint, and the fireplace, which was as tall as Ryan, had probably been built that way so that all four rooms of the cabin could be heated form one source.

  ‘Hey.. you…’

  Leigh looked back at Ryan and blink
ed. ‘Yeah?’

  ‘We just made love, and we’re about to do it again…’ Ryan’s eyes were glowing as his steps slowed. ‘If you get wetter over the architecture than me, I’m going to get jealous…’

  ‘You brought me here to get me wet,’ she pointed out, hanging onto his neck as he began to lower her back onto what she assumed was the bed. She landed softly and then was sliding against nubbly fabric as he knelt on the mattress and eased her along, still buried deeply inside her. She ran her hands down his chest, opening his shirt and reveling in the sensation of his muscles against her palms. ‘So you can’t get all haughty now that it’s worked.’ She gazed down the length of his body, to where he fused with her beneath the cover of his soft, trimmed dark hair, and swallowed her drool. ‘And believe me when I say that it’s not the architecture of your houses that got you laid, but the sheer craftsmanship of all this…’

  Ryan chuckled sexily again. ‘What if something happens and I end up hideously deformed. Would you still love me then?’

  ‘Would you still have a ten inch cock, that voice and the imagination to row me somewhere beautiful to seduce me?’

  Ryan’s eyes burned into hers. ‘Yeah.’

  ‘Then I’ll stick,’ she ran her hands back up his abs and her sex quivered around him in response to the sensation. ‘But just in case, you better take off your shirt so I can enjoy the scenery while its still there.’

  Ryan smiled a lazy smile at her and rose to a kneeling position, jostling her hips so that they remained connected, but with her legs draped over his spread thighs. ‘You’re every bit as beautiful as you say I am, you know,’ he unbuttoned the cuff above his right elbow and then switched to do the left. ‘I’ll bet there isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t cut off a body part to be where I am right now.’