Daryl hasn't been able to get his mind, or his eyes, off Beth since their encounter in the cell block.
He's seeing her in a whole new light. Seeing things he hadn't noticed before, and now that he can't stop noticing them they're a constant tease. Like the way that her round ass, the one he felt beneath his rough palms, fills out her jeans perfectly. Or the way that her pointed nipples, which he hungrily sucked into his mouth, pebble against her tank top.
Every time he looks at her he thinks about how she'd said she wanted to do it again and then he wonders why again isn't right fucking now.
He hopes he was good enough that it'll be soon. He's beginning to worry that she's changed her mind, or worse, found someone else to meet her needs. He's even beginning to worry that he imagined the whole damn thing.
Then, late one night when he's half asleep, she visits him in his cell. She's silent as she phases through the privacy curtain in nothing but a thin green chemise, revealing legs that go on for days.
He's lying on his bunk with his arm pillowed behind his head as he watches her climb up onto the foot of his bed. He almost doesn't believe his eyes; he must be dreaming. Her hair is loose, falling in waves around her collar bones like spun gold. Her blue eyes are luminous, catching strips of pale moonlight that fall through the bars.
Without a single word, she straddles his waist. He feels his heartbeat quicken as she takes the condom she's clutching in her fist between her teeth. Her delicate fingers make fast work of unfastening his jeans. He hears the clink of his belt as he stares, transfixed at where her pink lips are closed around the plastic square. His strained gasp fills the room as her warm fingers wrap around his cock and she pulls him out.
If she's surprised to find him not wearing any underwear, she doesn't show it. She does, however, look faintly impressed to find him already half hard. He grunts when she tightens her fist around his cock and tugs up experimentally. Her eyes flick up to his as he hardens against her palm, going from half to fully hard in one stroke. He bites the inside of his lip, unsure if he should be embarrassed at how quickly his body responds to her touch. Her eyes don't leave his as she rips the condom open with her teeth. She smirks when his cock twitches in her closed fist. Her eyes are bright and he can't tear his away as he feels her slowly roll the latex over his uncut head. When her hand stops at his pelvis she gives the base of his cock a little squeeze and he shudders from his spine to his shoulders. He doesn't miss the way her bright eyes flicker, enjoying having him at the mercy of her touch. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying it too.
She releases his cock to scoot forward, pressing her palm down flat in the middle of his chest as she pushes up, positioning herself over him. Her other hand lines his cock up with her entrance, and then she slowly sinks down, engulfing him in her tight heat. His breath bowls out of him like he's been punched the moment his bulging cockhead pops through her quivering hole. He feels every inch of her pulsing inner walls as she drags down his throbbing length until he's buried fully inside her.
Of their own accord, his hands slide up her thighs and dig in to her firm, rounded ass. She lets out a little moan when he pulls her cheeks apart and fucks up into her just as she grinds down. He hits something deep inside her that makes her walls clench and shudder around him. Each shudder travels from her cunt, through his dick and up his spine in a full body tremor.
He's never had sex that sent currents of pleasure running through his entire body before. He didn't know you could have sex that made you feel anything anywhere other than your dick. Sex with Beth is a revelation, redefining his understanding of the concept by the second.
His eyes are locked on her face, avidly watching her lips as they fall apart. Her eyelids are closed, fluttering with each rock of her hips as she chases her release.
Finding a rhythm, she rocks back and forth, slower than last time, arching her spine so that his dick presses against the back of her pulsing clit.
She's a vision as she writhes above him, sucking all of the tension out of his body through her magic cunt.
He reaches up and palms her breasts with both hands, catching her nipples between his fingers and drawing them out. Her breath hitches and her eyelids raise to half mast, revealing pupils blown wide as she glances down her nose at him. Her hands drift from his chest to his biceps and he flexes them for her benefit beneath her digging fingertips.
Her hips become more frenzied as he squeezes her tits again, harder this time, circling his huge thumbs over her hard nipples. A tremor runs through her walls suddenly, her rhythm falters and her fingernails dig angry crescent moons into his arms.
Her eyes lock with his and burn as she starts to come. She comes hard, pussy walls clamping down around his dick like as vice. On a gasp, her mouth stretches open in a silent scream. Feeling Beth's climax shuddering against his dick sends Daryl tumbling over the edge.
As his orgasm flies through him he surges up and grabs her by the back of the neck, crashing their mouths together and pouring a broken moan down her throat.
The aftershocks of his orgasm turn his bones to liquid and he slumps back heavily onto the mattress. Beth follows, bracing her hands on either side of his head. For a moment they just pant into each other's mouths, eyes glazed over in a fucked out haze. He watches as her eyes slide into focus, staring at him for a split second before she leans back.
He shudders as she slowly lifts herself off his cock and steps off the bed onto wobbly legs. His head is spinning as she pulls himself up, planting his feet on the floor and dragging his jeans up, forsaking the belt for now.
He watches her smooth the silky fabric of her chemise over her upper thighs in rapt fascination.
When her eyes slide up and catch his he's still staring.
This part sucks.
"M'Sorry," He murmurs, as he averts his eyes. The voice that crawls out of his throat is low and rough, "You didn' want no kissin', right?"
His mouth twists, knowing he's broken one of her rules. Knowing she might not want to do this against because of it. That would really suck.
"It's alright," She whispers back, levelling him with her cool blue gaze, "Better that than you wakin' up the whole cell block."
Maybe she's just loose from her orgasm but she doesn't look like she minds it and Daryl decides to take a chance.
"Does than mean you'll let me do it again?" He asks, keeping his voice low.
Beth frowns, "What?"
"Kiss you," He blurts out, before he loses his nerve.
Beth's eyes widen in surprise for a moment.
"If you want to," She shrugs, letting her gaze wander and catching her bottom lip between her teeth.
Permission granted. No time like the present.
Daryl throws an arm around her waist, dragging her to him. Her mouth falls open as she takes a sharp intake of breath, bright eyes flaring with surprise. He covers her open mouth with his, sliding his tongue between her parted lips. She moans softly, her eyes fluttering closed as he strokes her hot tongue with his. She pushes up on her tip toes, pressing their mouths together and drawing him further into hers. His other hand comes up to cup her jaw, tilting her face up, drunk on the sweet wet heat of her mouth. He started it but she sure seems determined to finish it, digging her teeth into his bottom lip and drawing it out, pulling a moan from his throat that she swallows with her mouth. She kisses him senseless, her mouth as unrelenting as her cunt, which should come as no surprise at all.
Her hands come up to fist in his hair hard enough to make his scalp sing and a low groan crawl up the back of his throat into hers. When he licks his tongue back into her mouth to keep tasting her, desperately drinking down anything he can get, she wraps her lips around his pink muscle and sucks. She sucks hard and his dick throbs with what she's doing and what she could do with those lips wrapped around his cock. He isn't sure he could handle it. It's entirely possible he'd pass out. He doesn't recognise the whimper that passes from his mouth into hers when they part gasping for breath.
Beth swallows audibly in the heavy silence of his cell. She looks a little flustered; her cheeks flushed and lips bitten pink. His dick aches knowing he's the one who did that to her, or with her at the very least.
She looks at him intently for a long moment, almost like she's going to kiss him again, but instead turns her body towards the door.
"Good night," She whispers.
There's a twist in the pit of his stomach as he finds himself not wanting her to go. Instead, he finds himself wanting to grab her and throw her back on his cot. Not even to fuck her, just to curl up with her and maybe kiss her again. Feel the warmth of her soft skin under his rough hands. Except that's not what she wants, and she's made that perfectly clear.
She's not here for that.
And since when the fuck was he?
He's pushing his luck as it is.
Daryl nods, bringing his thumb up to his mouth.
"G'night," He murmurs.
Stay, he almost says, but instead ducks his head and averts his eyes.
"Thanks," He adds sincerely, looking at her again, this time not breaking eye contact. Hoping something in his gaze will say what he won't.
Beth blinks back at him slowly. Then she turns on her heel and she's gone, leaving the curtain to his cell stirring gently, and his heart hammering in his chest.