Chapter 11

Daryl cursed the fact that he always wore boots. They were impossible to get pants off over them and he was hopping around the damn room like a damn horny rabbit. He finally landed on the end of the bed, his fumbling fingers turning the laces on his boots into knots. God he felt like such an idiot.

Gabrielle was trying to hold back the laughter but it was hard. He was so adorable cursing out his boots that he couldn't get off. She slid off the bed to help him. "Here, let me do it," she laughed.

Daryl laid back on his elbows watching her undo the knots he had created in his haste. She pulled one boot off then the other while her unbelievable body was there in all its glory for him to see. He about swallowed his tongue when he saw that she kept herself bare down below. He had never been with a woman that did that before. If he was hard from them making out on the couch, he was rock hard now. Gabrielle quickly pulled his socks off, but he was still mostly dressed.

He stood up now and with her in bare feet she was the perfect height for him, so he lowered his mouth to hers as he unbuckled his pants and they dropped at his ankles. Gabrielle clawed at his t-shirt bringing it up over his head and tossed it away. She felt him gently stiffen and did not understand why. It was only his shirt.

His underwear was pushed over his hips, momentarily catching on his hard shaft before it slipped down his legs and he stepped out of both his pants and boxer briefs at the same time. It seems his new wife was eager and not afraid to take the lead. He found he liked that. Usually aggressive woman turned him off for the most part, but he was certainly enjoying it right now.

They were still standing at the end of the bed, their mouths hungrily devouring each other. Daryl couldn't remember when he had wanted a woman as bad as he did Gabrielle. He did not do relationships as they expected too much out of him, he did not date because he never found anyone that interested him for more than a few hours and he sure as hell never thought he would ever get married. Sex came when he when he went looking for it and that was usually after drinking at a bar. He had never been with a woman like Gabrielle ever before.

This time he was the one that broke the kisses that left them out of breath. He pulled her onto the bed so they were lying side by side. Gabrielle threw a shapely leg over his, pulling him closer. His fingers stroked her smooth stunning face trying to memorize every inch of it. He knew they weren't meant to be together forever like Rick and Michonne were, so he had to touch, taste and remember every part of her while he could.

Finally, his hand moved down so it touched the swell of her breast and he saw her close her eyes in anticipation of what was to come. He made her wait by caressing the outer curve with his finger tips and not getting near her nipple, not just yet. When Daryl finally gave in, they both moaned in ecstasy. When his mouth replaced his hand, Gabrielle cried out softly, "Oh God."

Daryl was making Gabrielle feel things that she never thought possible. Sure she loved sex, but she had never been this worked up this quickly before ever. If he kept this up she may very well come by just his mouth on her breast. He tugged, teased and suckled her so that she was practically writhing on the bed. Where had he been all her life?

Gabrielle felt the need to explore herself. Her hand that had been lightly caressing his shoulder and back now moved lower and lower. She took his erection that had been pressing up against her into her hand. Soon her fingers were wrapped around its length and now he was the one moaning his approval.

Daryl's hand replaced his mouth on her breast as his lips sought hers once again. Then his hand moved from her breast and lightly skimmed her body all the way down until it touched the wetness between her legs. To feel the evidence of how much she wanted him raised his need for her even more.

She wanted him inside of her so bad she was about to scream to him to please fuck her. Still holding onto his rock hard shaft, Gabrielle increased the rhythm of her strokes. Harder and faster, just like she wanted him. Then she felt one finger enter her followed by a second. "If his hand feels that good, what will his dick feel like inside of me?" she wondered. Every touch and everything he tried was perfect. How did he know her? How could he know where and how to touch her that drove her wild? No one else ever made her feel this way.

Daryl was about at the end of his rope. Gabrielle's hand felt incredible on his dick, but he didn't want to come in her hand, he had to come inside of her. He needed to be in her, with her at…one with her. He removed his fingers from inside of her, but not before he paid some attention to her clit, which had Gabrielle pressing her body into his hand for more. He was ready to give her more, but it wasn't going to be with his hand.

Daryl shifted his body so he was on top of Gabrielle, his strong arms holding him up. He was about to move to enter her, when he suddenly thought about birth control. He wasn't wearing a condom, nor had he last night in his drunken stupor.

"Shit, Princess. I don't have any condoms," he groaned.

"Don't worry," she said biting his shoulder. "I'm on the pill."

"You sure? What about…other stuff? "

"I'm clean and it's been a while for me. You?"

"Always used a condom. This will be a first for me without one," he told her. The head of his cock was rubbing up against her wetness as he waited for Gabrielle. He was dying. "So, you're sure?"

"Very, just get inside of me… now."

Daryl moved his hands under her hips and pulled her up against him, with one sure thrust he entered her so fully she shattered with intensity that had her crying out his name. They easily found a hard rhythm that had them moving like two people who had done this together many times before, instead of it being their first time together… sober.

He knew he was not going to last long and he held out for as long as he could, but Gabrielle turned him on as no other woman ever had. His breathing deepened as did hers and knew he was on the verge of coming and apparently so was she.

"Oh God, Daryl...I'm going to…" Gabrielle never got to finish what she was saying as her orgasm rolled over her in wave after wave. Then she did something she would have sworn never to do and just let her self and body go. It was the first time she completely surrendered herself to surges of pleasure flowing through her body. It was incredible.

Once Daryl realized that Gabrielle was coming and he felt her slick walls tighten against him, he stopped holding back and just let himself join her in the most intense climax that either of them had ever experienced. Eventually, he collapsed on top of her exhausted and completely out of breath.

Neither of them moved for a couple minutes, just lying together not ready to break that bond. Finally, Daryl slid off her and cradled Gabrielle in his arms. Another first for him, contact like this after sex was not for him. He was usually pulling on his pants, thanking the skank and hightailing it home before she could get any ideas. Now he couldn't imagine not holding onto her.

"Wow," was all Gabrielle could say.

"Yeah, fuckin' wow."

"We got to do that again," she laughed.

"Give me a few minutes and I definitely want to do that again," he sighed. God, he wished he was in his twenties instead of late thirties. He recovered quicker back then.

"I'll be right back," Gabrielle told him dropping a sensual kiss on his lips. She went into the bathroom to clean up and give herself a minute to think. Now that she had him once, she couldn't imagine not being with him over and over again. They were technically married, but what did that mean to them? They barely knew each other.

She knew she had time to figure this out and she wanted tonight, this one night to be special with for them. No problems, no inhibitions and no outside world influencing them. Just the two of them.

Gabrielle put the smile back on her face and headed back to Daryl. She turned off the lights and together they slid under the covers to snuggle. Now was the time to hold, to caress and to just be together. Words would come later. They had to.

Daryl loved the feeling of Gabrielle cradled in his arms. She fit perfectly, like no other. What crazy set of circumstances had brought them together like this? A woman from a lifestyle so foreign from his was naked in his arms after the best sex he had ever had. And she was his wife. Maybe they should not be so hasty in seeing about getting a divorce. Maybe they just need time to adjust and have a chance. All he wanted was a chance with her to see if this would work. That was not too much to ask for, was it?

He let his fingertips glide across her breast, before stopping at her nipple. It puckered at his touch as it came to life, so did his dick. He was ready to be inside of her again and again and again. He looked down at her closed eyes and realized that she soft steady breathing wasn't just Gabrielle relaxing, she had in fact fallen asleep. So Daryl pulled her a little tighter and closed his eyes too. It didn't take long for him to escape into the abyss of sleep with his wife.