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Daryl made sure to keep the blankets over them while they made out. He wanted to touch her but was too scared of letting the blankets slip. Between worrying about the blankets, being pissed at Shane and wondering if he was watching them right than, he was having a hard time maintaining his hard on. He was begging his mind to shut off but nothing was working.
" This isn't working." Saint said as she pulled her mouth from his. He looked down at her. " You are getting hard then soft, I'm not getting as wet as I usually am."
" I just keep thinkin." He whined. She smiled and laughed slightly.
" Look, why don't we bring some blankets into the bathroom, shut the door and fuck on the floor?" She asked. He tilted his head slightly.
" You serious right now?" He asked. She nodded.
" Yeah. We are stressed, we had out first fight, ever, we need this. We need to have sex and when we do, we will feel better. Our heads will be clearer and we will be able to figure things out and in the morning, I will dig out the curtains and put them up, then we won't have to worry." Saint said. He didn't say anything for a few seconds and she thought maybe he was just going to go to sleep.
" You want one blanket or two?" Daryl asked, making her smile.
There was barely enough room for them both to move around so he stood outside the bathroom, watching as she spread a blanket on the floor. She looked up and smiled at him. He was sitting on the bed, fully clothed but she could see he was finally started to get excited. He was shifting around and alternation his facial expression from frowning to squinting to frowning again as he watched her get their makeshift bed ready. When it was finally down, she held her hands out to her sides.
" Ta-da!" She said. He rubbed his chin and tried to resist the urge to smile.
" Ta-da?" He said.
" Yeah, ta-da." When he didn't move, she placed her hands on her hips. " Look man, I don't know what you were expecting but this is it. Now are you going to come over here and fuck me or did I do all this for nothing?"
He laughed and stood up. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. She backed up so she was completely against the tub as he came into the bathroom. He kept his eyes on her, not breaking her stare once. He slowly shut the door. She smiled at him then reached down and pulled her shirt off. She watched as his eyes took her in. Her hands came to cover her stomach, where her scar was, without thinking but he gave her a quick and sharp shake of his head so she dropped her hands.
She crossed the small distance that was between them and brought her hands to his chest. His eyes moved to her chest. He was watching her breath, watching her breasts swell up then go back down again. He reached behind her and undid her bra. He sat it on the bathroom counter as her hands slipped down his chest. Her finger tips glided over the scars on his chest and stomach but he hardly noticed them anymore. She made it okay for him to have them.
He brought his eyes to her face as her hands dropped to his belt. Saint smiled as she stepped into him. She reached up as he leaned down. They both tilted their heads and reached each other at the same time. Her lips parted and his tongue moved in. She made quick work of his belt then the button on his pants. He felt them drop straight to the floor at the same time she took a hold of his boxers. Her fingers grazed against the skin at his waist line as she slipped them inside. He slowed their kissing down, tangling his tongue with hers as his breath hitched.
She pulled away, making him open his eyes. The only light they were using was from the flashlight she had brought into the bathroom with them. He watched as she slipped down to her knees in front of him. She pulled his boxers down to the ground. Her hands slid up his bare legs and for a second he felt like he couldn't breath. She leaned forward and used her tongue to pull one of his balls into her mouth. His left hand came up and took a hold of the sink while his right hand came up to the wall. He closed his eyes as she sucked hard. She sucked as she pulled her mouth back and when it slipped from her mouth, she moved to the other side and did the same thing.
When she let that side slip from her mouth, Saint looked up his body to his face but Daryl's eyes were closed and he was biting the inside of his lip. She smiled herself and closed her eyes. She let her tongue trail slowly up his length then she lapped around the head of his penis. She moved down him, letting his length fill her mouth.
The warmth of her mouth, the laps of her tongue and the sensations she was giving him made him lean forward slightly without thinking. His mouth fell open and he groaned loudly. He had only had a hand full of blow jobs in his life and only Saint had stayed on him long enough to get him off. Only Saint had swallow it down, every other one he had ever had the girls had only done it for a few minutes, long enough to make him want sex but not to get off.
She moved her mouth slowly up than back down him, pulling moans and pants from him. Her hands came to his hips as she moved. She alternating her sucking from hard to light until his hands rushed to her shoulders. He gripped her as he pulled her off him and up.
" Enough!" He growled out. " Lay down." He said, his eyes still closed.
She smiled and did as he asked, watching his chest work as he struggled to control his breathing. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. He was swallowing quickly, trying everything he could to calm himself. He crouched down and took a hold of her pajama pants and panties at the same time. She lifted her hips and let him pull them down. He pushed out his pants as he pulled hers all the way down. He laid down on top of her, using his forearms to support his weight. He looked down at her while she smiled up at him.
" I'm gonna protect you from him." He whispered to her. He had failed Sophia, he would not fail Saint.
" I know you will." She whispered. " I'm not worried about him." Her hands skidding up his sides.
" He ain't ever gonna hurt you again." Daryl whispered.
" Not as long as I have you." Saint whispered.
" I ain't leavin you." He whispered.
He moved into her as slowly as she took him into her mouth. A part of him hating Shane for making him take her on the bathroom floor like she was some whore at the bar but the bigger part of him told him to shut the hell up and enjoy himself. He took her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked it gently. She whimpered and started moving her hips against his. He grazed his teeth against her lip and pulled it slightly before he released it. He brought his forehead to hers and they started kissing.
She turned her head to kiss him better. Her tongue slipped into his mouth that time. She drew his tongue out and sucked the tip lightly. He groaned, making her whimper. She spread her legs farther open, giving him more room to thrust into her. She started working her hips faster. He adjusted his pace to match hers, feeling each thrust through his entire body. They broke their kissing and she turned her head slightly. His mouth was open and against her neck. His breath was hot as it came out fast and hard.
" Ahhhh!" She moaned out. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. " How do you do this to me?" She moaned. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
" Do what?" He whispered.
" Make me feel so good! God, I can't last with you!" Even he was surprised when her orgasm hit her. It rocked through her body, washing away her fears, her stress, her worries. She closed her eyes and let completely go. She felt it spread down her legs and up through her hair.
Her little body shook under him, making it hard for him to swallow again. He closed his eyes and rested his head against her cheek. He thrust hard and fast into her, bring his end quickly. Her legs twisted around his and pulled, forcing his up. His muscles tighten up as he pushed into her, his hot rush of fluid racing through her.
When they were done and had calmed down, he kept glancing at her as they got dressed. She would smile and laugh slightly, making him laugh. He never thought in his entire life he'd be with someone like her. She made him feel good about himself and almost completely sure of himself. When he started to doubt himself, her voice was starting to replace Merle's. He was still hearing Merle but slowly hers was taking over and he liked that. Once they were dressed, he leaned down and picked up the blankets, gathering them around his arm. He looked over at her, his head tilted down slightly as he watched her adjust her shirt.
" You ready, Angel?" He asked when she looked up at him. She smiled and held out her hand.
" I'm ready." She said. He looked away but took her hand, pulling her close to him and opening the door.
