by S. K Munt
‘Ryan… wait…’ she protested, not because she wanted to stop but because it seemed like the rational thing to do.
‘No,’ he growled, laying her back on the dining table as he’d threatened and sliding his hands under her petticoat. He groaned as his fingers glanced off the suspenders she’d been meaning to take off since the air conditioning had broken. ‘Sorry… but hell no. I’m going to make love to you-’ he flicked the catch on the suspenders expertly, first the left then the right, and then made her cry out by sliding his fingertips directly inside her, calling her attention to how drenched she was with need for him. His lips caught her cry and he worked his tongue into her mouth, pressing her into the white-washed timber table top, and just like that, Leigh was climbing and he was driving her up the peak.
Maybe he was abducted by aliens...
‘You’re my wife, Honey-Leigh...’ She heard his Velcro fly tear open as his lips peppered kisses all over her face. The sound excited her and she brought her legs up, moaning as he pushed her skirts over them and to her waist and then tugged on her panties, bringing them down over her knees and off her feet before stepping back between her thighs.
Maybe Melody Marks kidnapped him and held him at gunpoint for two weeks...
‘My wife,’ he pressed her knees open, his hands sliding excitedly over the lace panels around her thighs. ‘And once we’ve done this, I’m going to explain why that’s a non-negotiable.’ He nibbled on her lower lip, his cock pressing against her. ‘But first, I’m going to see if I can’t show you why.’
Because I can’t walk away from you?
Leigh groaned, catching herself before she begged him to penetrate her. She knew she needed to stop him but she didn’t have the will. She’d felt like a walking corpse for weeks, and though his touch had caused that, it was also the only thing that could come close to giving her life back. Ryan’s hands reached up and curled around her shoulders, pulling her more towards the edge of the table and away from her computer, and she inhaled an ecstatic and expectant gasp of air that was all spearmint and tobacco and incense and Ryan. His thick black lashes closed sweetly and his lips parted as he tugged on her hips and impaled her with the tip of his cock with a grunt.
‘Oh… sweet sin, I need this...’ Ryan threw back his head, his jaw tight and flexing as he slowly, tauntingly eased his length inside her in one long, luxurious slide that made Leigh’s core melt and then clench tightly. She felt everything- his silken foreskin drawing back, his thick shaft opening her and finally, his heavy, taut scrotum pressing against her backside. She gasped, arching up to make room, resting her feet on the edge of the table while her pantyhose-covered toes struggled to press into the polished timber. She wanted to steer him to where she needed to feel him, but of course, Ryan understood all too well. He eased out of her, making her feel wretchedly empty, and then slammed in again, his sac slapping against her backside, his shaft gliding up and hitting the mark sweetly. Leigh moaned and gasped, her clit beginning to tingle hotly but his thumb found her and stroked her like a chord and she couldn’t help but throw back her own head and cry out his name while she came apart immediately, her body jerking and twisting in response to every inner pulse. He gasped and began to rock into her, his hands on her waist, tugging her onto him, his hips pressing in and out slowly, methodically and to a beat her heart began to mimic.
‘Fuck…’ Ryan’s hand slipped beneath her, catching the zip of her dress and pulling it down to her hips. ‘I really do love this dress, you know...’
There was nothing to do but laugh and so Honey covered her eyes and did.
Ryan
He’d shown up to plead his case, but of course he’d found his way inside her like a man lost and following the sun home, and once he got started, he didn’t know if he was ever going to be able to stop.
He loved her more than he’d loved her before- more than he’d loved anybody. Her scent was sweeter than he’d remembered, her body tighter and hotter, her slick sex a home plate for him to slide into and possess. He’d been able to find her the first few times they’d come together, but he was no longer blank slate Ryan, but the man who’d had several lovers while waiting for Callie Clay, and he remembered everything now, mostly, the way to ease himself into someone so petite without inflicting pain or losing his wits. When Leigh’s body began clench around him with urgency he pulled out, grinning at her moan of protest before pulling her off the table and folding her gently over it without missing a stroke. The white vase of paper roses shivered in the centre of the table, and a stray roll of Christmas wrap rolled to the floor.
‘Oh… Ryan… yes! Please baby… harder!’ she gasped out as she gripped the table, and the sight of her up on her tip toes like that with her dress up around her waist did dangerous things to his psyche. ‘I need this!’
Ryan closed his eyes and willed back the load of hot release flooding his length at the sound of her desperate desire. ‘Yeah?’ He pulled her dress over her head and stuffed it under her to cushion her tummy and hips from the hard surface of the table, before flattening her against it. ‘Like this?’ he asked roughly, slamming into the depths of her once, hard.
‘Yes!’ She tightened around him like a vice and Ryan closed his eyes and almost whispered a prayer to the gods for the strength to hold out for her, but he blocked it from his mind, fast. He needed a lot more from the gods than a good lay- he needed her heart forever! The fucking he could manage on his own!
‘Do you like it when I’m inside you, my beautiful little wife?’ he demanded, keeping one hand on her shoulder and one pressing into the small of her back so that she couldn’t move back against him and rob him of his self-control. When she only moaned in response, he shifted his hand, squeezing her backside sharply before giving it a gently spank. ‘Tell me you missed this!’
‘I missed it! Oh… Ry! I’ve dreamt of you every night and I…’a gentle sob escaped her. ‘I’m probably dreaming now, aren’t I?’
Ryan’s heart swelled and he pressed her down again, trapping his own bottom lip under his top teeth to keep his moans in because he’d learned that the sound of his pleasure often sent her spiralling into a premature orgasm, and he wanted her to last- to come so hard that by the time he got around to explain the whole: ‘I’m a few thousand years old thing’ she’d be too buggered to call an asylum.
‘No,’ he managed, taking both hips in his hands and circling his own gently, grinding against her hot, slick inner walls. ‘No Honey-Leigh, this is for real, and forever.’
Leigh moaned but he knew she still didn’t believe him, so he began to fuck her gently and deeply, pacing himself, closing his eyes so that he could concentrate on her pleasure- the pulses of her juicy, tiny body, and the timbre of her sexy little sounds, using his senses to read her like music- which he now understood was a part of him, but not the foundation. The man that Leigh and Kathryn had brought back to life was similar to the man he had been the last time around, but he’d lived centuries as Ardos Karalis first, and now that he no longer had to worry about impressing the muse of music, he was free to pursue his own dreams.
And his only dream was to make Leigh happy. He’d lay down his life for her- he’d let her collar him and chain him to the wall for a decade, if that was what it took for her to trust him again.
But he knew that it wasn’t his submission she wanted, but to safely be able to give her own. Honey wanted to believe in fantasies, but was too clever to surrender herself to one lest she get hurt, and now that he’d hurt her after she’d followed him out on that limb, he was going to have to make it up to her by being twice the fantasy and never, ever letting the ugly reality of broken romance touch her again.
Ah well, the whole destiny thing is bound to make her look at me with those eyes again, right? But until then…
‘Feel me, baby…’ Ryan pulled his shirt off over his head and slung it around her eyes before slamming into her hard, catching her off-guard and enjoying the way she lifted her face to the ceiling.
It felt weird to be doing such dirty things in such a beautiful, feminine space but that was his Honey- a chameleon. He kept her blind-folded with the thin white cloth of his shirt, using it like reins to push himself more deeply inside her the next time. ‘Do you feel me inside you?’
‘Yes…’ she breathed, clawing her fingers down the timber table on either side of her head. She turned her little backside up to meet his thrusts, and a bead of sweat slid down the curve of her spine. ‘Ryan… yes!’
Her breathy murmurs of approval made his cock feel hot enough to melt. After having a few days to think some things through, he’d come to understand that like the character in the book, Ryan did enjoy dominating his lovers- but only the ones he was truly in love with, and only because he’d been given such an inferiority complex over the years of watching what he couldn’t have from afar, that by the time the object of his affection was within his grasp, he simply couldn’t hold on tight enough. He’d been bossy and domineering that one night with Callie, but his need for her submission paled in comparison to the things he would do to keep Leigh in his bed. He’d tie her up for sure- bind her to him so she wouldn’t escape- gag her so her throaty cries of delight wouldn’t make him shoot before taking aim. He’d blindfold her like he was now to win over all of her senses the way she owned his, and if she ever looked at another man again, he wouldn’t hesitate to put her over his knee and spank her sweet little backside and pussy until she was wet enough for him to assert himself inside her, because he needed her to need him- to fear losing him- to endeavor to please him the way he did, her. Maybe it would fade after a few years of feeling secure, but when he imagined taking one of those fringed floggers to her skin and toying with her nipples until she came from the pleasure and pain, he thought maybe not, and the fact that he knew she’d lift up her sweet little petticoat to let him debase her was just one more thing that he loved about them- because Ryan wanted the fantasies too… hadn’t he waited long enough for not just one kind of perfect life, but all of them after witnessing so many? He wasn’t an immortal anymore- his life would come to an end within a few decades… so why spend what little time he had left imagining things he could do to a woman in front of a dirty sex video, when he could delight his new soul mate with a medieval dungeon fantasy one day, then make sweet love to her in a field the next?
And that’s why she’s so perfect… how many genuinely pure souls are out there, who will let a dirty, thousand year old demi-god like me spank them on their Vegas wedding day?
Excited at the prospect of all they could share if only The Harmony would overlook the wrinkle his run-in with Calliope had forged in fate, he leaned forward and caught the bead of sweat with the tip of his tongue and Honey pushed off the table, impaling herself further and almost un-manning him. ‘Oh…!’
He lost his grip on the shirt in surprise and Honey mewled and spun in his arms, jumping up on the edge of the table and wrapping her feet around his backside. ‘Don’t stop!’ she gasped, smoothing her hands down from his shoulders and along his abdominals, her eyes driftwood fire and sexily slanted while he reached around her waist and slid her back along the table and onto him. ‘You owe me that much! Don’t stop until-’
‘I don’t plan to!’ He took her hips in clenched hands and began to pound into her, trying to kiss her but finding it difficult to trap her mouth as it slid along his jaw and over his shoulders. He groaned as he felt his own climax swiftly approaching again, and when Honey leaned back, catching herself on the table and angling her hips up to meet every thrust while her knees tightened around his lower back, she looked so erotic that Ryan knew that his self-control had a shelf-life of about thirty seconds.
‘Fuck me Ryan… harder!’ she demanded, pressing him into her with her ankles and not letting him retreat enough to get up any momentum. She began to ride him back in compensation, hips twisting like a dancer’s, her pretty tits bouncing just for his viewing pleasure, and her elegantly-styled hair coming loose from their exertions and tumbling down in one shiny spiral- and she stole his breath. This girl thought she was a GEEK? He’d had sex with an actual goddess, but between Honey’s legs, Ryan couldn’t even recall her fucking name at that moment.
‘Yes!’ Honey sat up, wrapping her arms against his neck and grinding her sex against his lower stomach, generating friction that made her writhe and gasp. ‘I’m coming…!’ her warning came in a gasp, and when she began to shake, Ryan slipped his arms under her knees and yanked up, lacing his fingers together at the small of her back and swinging her off the table and against the wall. Honey yelped, creaming around him and Ryan began to drive himself into her core, using the wall to support her weight while he slammed himself up and into heaven again and again.
‘God! Oh God…!’ Honey’s eyes opened in that way, and he groaned and began to come hard inside her. ‘Where were you, baby? How could you…?’ Her eyes overflowed and she closed them, parting her lips as her sex clenched around him. ‘I was so lost!’
Ryan grunted and gasped, closing his eyes and leaning into her shoulder as he jerked roughly inside her. ‘I’m not a normal guy…’ he moaned, forgetting how to talk while he unloaded inside her, but continued to thrust when he sensed that she was nowhere near done. She whimpered and began to twist again, confirming his multiple-orgasm hopes and he greedily began to slide his mouth over her breasts, drinking her in, glorying in the taste of her sweat in his mouth. She hadn’t sweated that much in the North American winter and now that he’d tasted that too, he knew he’d chase summers with her around the globe to keep his cravings met. ‘I’m actually a demi-god, or was…’ he suckled on her nipple and then moved to the other. ‘But now I exist only for you...’
‘A demi-god, huh…?’ there was a teasing lilt in her voice, one he hadn’t expected to hear again for quite some time given all he had put her through. ‘Hmm…’
‘Yeah…’ he twisted his lips and pulled back, eyeing her through blurry eyes. ‘You’re not laughing…?’
Leigh exhaled slowly and ran her hand down his chest, before looking up at him with a wicked look in those green eyes. ‘Why would I? It explains a lot… these abs and those eyes not withstanding...’
Ryan groaned and kissed her, taking her off the wall and walking them over to her pretty white couch, where he lay her down and began to kiss her more sweetly, soaking up her amusement and praying that he’d be gazing into wide-eyes when he told her the truth, and not alarmed ones.
‘Are you ready for a story, sweetheart?’
Leigh pulled back and eyed him warily. ‘Does it have a happy ending, or a shit one?’
Ryan bit his lip and rested his forehead against hers. ‘You’re going to be the author of this particular ending,’ he said softly.
Honey groaned. ‘I’m really not comfortable with that kind of-’ something buzzed loudly, and her eyes popped. ‘My crackle! Argh! What time is it? We can’t be naked! My parents will be here soon!’ She flung Ryan off her and zipped across the room, bare-ass naked in stockings, collecting her items of clothing off the floor. ‘Oh my God! Maybe you should go I-’
‘I’m not going anywhere,’ he grumbled, pushing off the floor. ‘And what I have to tell you is important, sweetheart… it really can’t wait. I don’t want you introducing me to your parents as your ‘friend’ Ryan Weaver!’
‘Why would I introduce you as Ryan Weaver now that you know your real name?’ she asked, wriggling back into her panties and then looking down at herself and muttering something about needing a shower.
‘Because my name really is Ryan Weaver,’ he said solemnly. ‘Now I have a birth certificate to prove it… a birth certificate that says I’m actually thirty-two, mind you, and a Leo. That’s weird- I’d had myself pegged as a-’
‘Thirty-two?!’ Leigh squeaked, whirling on him and pressing her polka-dot dress to her chest. ‘You’re the same age as the guy in the book?’
Ryan’s chest tightened. ‘I am the guy in the book. Only Kathryn didn’t know it because the
muse of the written word inspired her with dreams about me and that sort of helped bring me back to life after my drug overdose…’
Leigh went ashen. ‘WHAT? You overdosed over Melody Marks?’
That’s more upsetting to her than the whole muse thing? Uh oh… she’s not going to take the soul-mate thing well at ALL.
Ryan covered his wet penis with one of her pretty cushions, feeling like a deviant for doing so because it had an image of the couple from The Princess Bride kissing sweetly embroidered into the fabric. There was a picture of Leigh as a child on the coffee table, sitting on Santa’s lap with a dowdy-looking couple flanking her, and the smile on her pretty little face stole his breath. He squatted down in front of it and stared at it with a racing heart. He knew that face! Had their paths crossed in Horizon? It wasn’t so far away!
‘Ryan?’ Leigh prompted.
‘Yeah…’ he struggled to recall what they’d been discussing. ‘Yeah, I O’d… sort of publicly too…’ he scratched his head and stood up. ‘You’ve seen the film clip of the original ‘Melody’ video on YouTube, right?’ His voice quivered. ‘Well…’ he pressed his thumb to his chest. ‘I’m the nameless dude whose arms she died in who dropped dead backstage a few minutes later, only... she came back a lot quicker than I did.’
Leigh stared at him for the longest time, and his words hung in the air as obviously as the strings of fairy lights she had strung from wall to wall. This was it- the moment of truth. She was either going to believe him, or hit him with a fry pan the moment his back was turned… if there had ever been a truer test of someone’s imagination, he’d like to know about it!