Love on the Run

Chapter 11

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Beth smiled to herself and she slid under the covers, trailing tongue and teeth across the muscles of his chest. She traced her tongue around his nipples and heard him suck in a sharp breath. His heart pounded against his chest by her cheek. She scraped her teeth gently as she slid down his abs and belly, gradually reaching his already rock hard length. She licked its length, her tongue wriggling and exploring every line.

"Jesus, you're killin' me, girl." His voice was hoarse.

"Just figured it was time for you to get up." She took all of him into her mouth and sucked. "Looks like I was right." She returned to her task, alternately licking and sucking as his groans increased in intensity.

"C'mere, girl." She shot up ready to ride him. She was wet and shaking with arousal. He smiled. "I didn't say stop, now did I?" Like lightning he looped an arm around her hips pulling her hips over his face, and immediately probing her wet depths with his tongue. The moan was torn from her as she leaned down and resumed her ministrations with her mouth to his hard cock.

His tongue and fingers quickly stoked the fire within her until she exploded in orgasm, screaming his name and grinding her hips against him. He quickly shifted her and in one movement buried himself to the hilt in her still throbbing depths. Her breath shuddered as she felt consumed with lust. She rolled him over, with him quickly ceding control to her as she kept her legs straddled around his hips. She began to rock back and forth, withdrawing until just the tip of him remained in her and then pressing back until she took all of him in. Her arms were raised holding her hair off her neck as she wantonly worked over him. His eyes drank in the sight of her, bewitching him with her beauty and the carnal way she was claiming him. He reached between them, pressing his thumb on the nub of nerve endings at the apex of her thighs and she flung her head back as the orgasm ripped through her, leaving her breathless and weak. She dropped her body forward onto his chest.

"Not done yet, baby. More." He claimed her lips as he rolled over and began to slowly move within her. He moved as though they had all the time in the world. The heat began to build in her center again, engulfing her as it spread throughout her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him on and raising her hips to meet his thrusts. She scraped her fingernails down his back seeking more. He obliged rising to kneeling on the bed and pulling her into his lap. He kissed her, tongue demanding entry to her mouth and then plundering her mouth as he raised and lowered her in a relentless rhythm. The pleasure from this friction was almost unbearable. She felt the need, the tenderness and the strength of this possession and as she was propelled into another orgasm, one built carefully so that she felt as though she was exploding into a million pieces. She cried out, "I love you, Daryl. I love you," and tears wet her cheeks as she covered his face in kisses.

Her body undulated around his length, the rhythmic squeezing driving him over the edge despite his surprise at her words. As he surrendered to the waves of pleasure, she said the words over and over, kissing him tenderly. Sated they laid there.

Daryl considered what she said. He had never thought of himself as someone who could give or be loved. His father hated him. His brother had loved him in a way, but Daryl knew it was a dysfunctional love, more born of dependence than emotional connection. He knew he cared for Beth, knew that he cared about her. But was it love?

Beth knew that the words made him uncomfortable. She leaned back to see his face. "Daryl, you don't have to say the words. I know you love me because you protect me and watch out for me. And you try to pick the overripe blackberries and save them for me 'cause you know they're my favorite. And you save me the wings on the birds you kill because you know that's my favorite piece. And you found a way to make a marker for my daddy, and you take it with us every time we have to move even though it's heavy and not somethin' we have to have. And you let that rabbit go and brought me to the nest so I could see the babies with their mama, 'cause you thought I would like seein' that. So you see, Daryl Dixon, I don't need to hear you say the words because in everything you do, I see your love for me." She finished and let him process what she said. He reached out and tucked her head back under his chin.

"I've never told anyone I loved them. I don't think I ever did love anyone." He paused. "Until you."

She raised her head again, eyes drenched. "I love you, Beth Greene. I'm not sure when I started, but I know I won't ever stop. I love you and will keep loving you until the day I die."

Their lips met, tenderly. Tears of joy spilled over her lids and she was touched to see the emotion in his face. Beth kept her secret. She was sure she was pregnant. She wasn't showing yet but would soon. Daryl was going to be a daddy. They were going to be a family. This world wasn't going to rob them of a future. She laid her head on his chest and drifted to sleep.

Daryl watched her sleep. Her beauty took his breath away. He tucked an errant hair behind her ear. Daryl drifted to sleep, into dreams of his future with Beth.

The End