His lips crashed against hers.
He'd never felt so lost within a moment before. It was like the stuff he'd seen in movies where everything slows down and feels like the volume has been muffled. His senses were on fire. Every touch from her fingers felt like electricity prickling at his skin. This was unheard of. Stuff like this didn't happen in real life. He wasn't lucky enough to find himself alone with this beautiful girl, yet she was in his lap, and she was kissing him like he was the last drop of water in a dry desert.
Daryl shifted further onto the bed, and she moved with him. He allowed them to fall back so that he was flat against the surface. She hovered over him, her hair creating a curtain around them so no one could see. They created a hiding place with each other, and he would keep her there forever if it meant she would be safe.
Her hands found his belt and began attempting to undo the clasp. He could see her nerves starting to show, so he gently moved her hands away and unhooked it himself. While he did this, he saw her reach behind her back. His eyes were focused on freeing his belt from where it was stuck on the last loop, but he caught the movement of her bra being tossed to the floor. Her chest was covered partly by her hair. She bit her lip in embarrassment. He stopped moving for a second, and then brushed her hair over her shoulder. She froze, not even breathing while he took her in, but he didn't stop there. He cupped his hand lightly over one of her breasts, gently grazing a thumb across the nipple. Her lips parted slightly and she let out a small gasp. There was definitely no going back now. It'd been way too long since he'd been able to enjoy the presence of a woman, and this was different. This was Beth. He was going to soak up every second of this, from now until they died.
"Get up for a second," he grumbled, shifting so she'd move off of him.
She got up and stood beside the bed as he also got to his feet. He took off his pants and his shoes, kicking them aside. She stood still in front of him, waiting for further instructions, and he liked looking at her like that. Innocent and unaware of just how enticing she was. He got on his knees in front of her. She almost looked scared, but he took her hand and kissed her palm so she would relax. She did. He slid her battered and worn jeans down her thighs, meanwhile kissing every exposed patch of skin that greeted him on the way down. He stopped at her ankles so she could step out of them, and she held his shoulders to keep balance. When the task was done, he rose and lifted her off her feet. He placed her gently back on the bed and crawled over her. It was so quiet now, and their breathing was so fucking loud. For a second, he was brought out of the moment, but then she met his eyes, and he was lost again.
He positioned himself between her legs and she wrapped them around his waist. As she did so, she placed a lingering kiss on his collarbone, pulling away slowly enough that her bottom lip stuck to his skin. An uncontrollable groan of pleasure broke out of him, and he dropped his forehead onto the mattress.
"This ain't gonna last very long," he admitted. "You're too much."
She let out a laugh and in a breathy tone she said, "Maybe that's a good thing. I hear it kinda hurts at first."
He pulled himself up to look at her again. "I'm not gonna hurt you," he promised. "If you wanna stop, you tell me." Her eyes were wide and full of expectation. "Promise me," he pleaded.
"I promise," she agreed.
He leaned down to press his lips against hers before she could take it back. He wanted this. Not because it was physical - because damn, this was gonna feel good - but because he wanted to see her face when he slipped inside her. He wanted to watch her spill over the edge with passion and ecstasy, knowing that he was the one that did it. Only him. No one else.
He took the initiative and reached between her thighs, sliding his hand under the fabric of her panties. She was already wet in anticipation of him, so he didn't hesitate to let two fingers slowly inch their way inside of her and explore. And holy shit, she was tight. He definitely needed to drag this out as long as possible, because once he allowed himself inside of her, he'd be done for.
Her breath hitched, and he felt the muscles in her legs tighten.
Suddenly, he was nervous too. What if she'd never been touched like this before? What if he did something wrong? He knew what he was doing, to an extent, but he wanted to give her the best. Nothing but the absolute best.
"Please move," she begged, and he realized he must have frozen in his thoughts.
He curled his fingers inside her, and she gasped.
Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as he thought. She seemed to be captivated by every little move he made, and the look on her face was already something beyond what he'd hoped for. If something so small could bring about this much pleasure, he was about to blow her mind.
With his newfound confidence, he continued to flex and bend his fingers to her liking. It was easy enough finding the spot that made her throw her head back and release the word shit from her pretty lips. He waited, pushing her nearly to the edge. He felt her start to clench around him, and just as she was about to explode, he pulled out. There wasn't time to absorb the look of irritation she was giving him, because he was already sliding her panties down her legs and removing them from her completely. He got rid of the rest of what he was still wearing, and it wasn't until that moment that he realized just how hard he was. It was starting to become painful, and seeing her naked below him only sent him further into a rage of desire.
She was shaking, and he wasn't sure why, but he could guess that it was a mixture of nervous energy and coming down from the high she'd just experienced. Although he'd left her hanging, her face was flushed, and her eyelids fluttered closed.
"I'm not done with you yet," he teased.
Something devilish sparked in her eyes as they flew open. She grabbed him by the neck and pulled him flush against her. Their lips melted together. Their tongues tangled into one. Her hands were all over him, until she found his cock. Then they both stopped. He nearly lost it right then and there. Her delicate fingers wrapped around him, he was pulsating in her grasp.
"I'm ready," she whispered against his mouth.
He trembled and let out a heavy breath, then pulled back. Her eyes dropped to where her hand was, but he continued to look at her face. She wanted to do it, but she was second guessing herself.
He cleared his throat. "You've got this."
She took his encouragement and used it to guide her forward. She guided him as well. He was mentally screaming on the inside as she moved him closer to where he needed to go. The tip of his cock met her entrance, and he thought he might die from pleasure. Then she let go, and he slowly pushed inside her. He watched her face, waiting to see if she'd show any signs of pain. Her eyes scrunched together for a second, but she just looked unfortable. He placed his hand against her cheek and kissed her softly.
"Talk to me," he cooed. "You good?"
She nodded her head vigorously up and down, but remained silent.
"Beth," he coaxed her. "Look at me."
She opened her eyes. They were filled with tears.
Immediately, Daryl stopped what he was doing and attempted to move out of her, but she held him in place. "It's okay," she finally said. "I just need a second."
He kept very still, waiting for her to become acclimated to his size. He rested his ear against her chest, and he heard her heart beating wildly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, then after a minute or two she let out a sigh.
"Okay," she said. "You can move now."
He did so with caution, carefully moving in and out and starting a rhythm. He still couldn't tell whether or not it was feeling good for her, but then her jaw dropped open and she let out an, "Oh god."
He breathed a sigh of relief and began to relax. He'd been so caught up in concern for her that he hadn't allowed himself to enjoy what he was doing. But then it consumed him. This was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He moved a bit faster, allowing the friction between them to overtake his senses. He was lost in the feel of her. In her taste and her smell. The sounds she made sent him into overdrive. And she looked like heaven. His mouth found her breast and his hand began massaging the tender area just below her hipbone. She had been clutching at his back, but her arms went slack when his tongue teased her neck and the spot under her ear. His name found its way from her lips and filled the room. He was reaching his breaking point, but he held himself back from going full blast. He had to be careful with her. And he had to remind himself that there was plenty of time to be rough another day. For right now, he was showing her how he felt. He was making love, in every sense of the word.
This was it. She was about to finish. She was saying his name over and over, but it wasn't just a cry of passion. She was trying to get his attention.
"Daryl. Daryl."
His head jerked up to look at her, afraid he'd done something wrong, but she only smiled. "Don't knock me up, okay?" she requested between breaths.
She was being funny, but he also knew she was completely seriously. He hadn't paid attention that they didn't have condoms. "I won't," he assured her.
It only took three more thrusts and he was done. Just as he pulled out of her, he plunged his fingers back inside to make sure she could ride out her orgasm completely. He spilled onto her thigh and allowed the sweet release to rock through him. She shuddered and let out one final cry, then she too let go.
Seconds ticked by, and he waited to wake up.
He waited for something to remind him that this had all been a dream. They were still at the jail. Her father was alive, and they weren't the only ones left. But nothing happened. And part of him was thankful that it didn't. Despite the horrible things that had happened to them, it had all led to this moment. Everything led to her.
He used the sheets to clean both of them up and then collapsed next to her. He allowed himself to close his eyes. He felt her index finger trace a line up his bicep and over his shoulder. It found his cheek and ended at his lips.
"You're somethin' special, you know that?" he murmured against her skin.
She didn't say anything, and his eyes were closed, so he couldn't see the expression on her face. He opened his lids and saw that she was frowning.
"Was it okay?" she asked.
"What?" He took her hand in his, knotting their fingers together. "That was… amazing."
She relaxed marginally. "Good. But I knew you were trying to hold back."
"Only because I didn't wanna hurt you."
"You can't break me," she countered. "I'm not fragile."
As intriguing as her claim sounded, he knew better than to run with it.
"I know that," he confessed. "But I was only doing what you told me to do."
"What's that?"
He mumbled and shifted, moving his arm behind his head. "I was showing you how I feel."
She pressed her lips together and smiled. "Thank you."
He squeezed her hand and let go, then he pulled her closer. She rested her head on his chest and he let his fingers trace circles around her shoulder. "You still okay gettin' stuck with me?"
"I'm not stuck," she said. "I'm exactly where I wanna be."
He couldn't hold back the smile that bloomed across his face. It blossomed in his chest and made his heart skip a beat. If this was the end of the world, he was surely the luckiest guy in it.