Ashes and Angel Wings

by MyImmortal329

A collection of short drabbles taking place after the fall of Grady Memorial. Daryl and Carol must adjust to new changes in their relationship, a host of firsts, and feelings that run deeper than they expected.

11. Chapter 11 - Touch

Touch

His hand slid up her thigh and over the curve of her hip. His fingers danced across her belly, while her skin jumped beneath his touch at the ticklish sensation. He slid his hand up to curve around the swell of her breast, his thumb gently dragging around the nipple as his mouth and tongue pressed against the hollow of her throat.

Her hands moved down his strong back, stroking over the pale scars that he carried. They moved further south, gripping his ass as he buried himself inside of her. He caught her gasp between his lips, and, she arched against him, her body pushing into his, her nerves begging to be touched.

The stubble on his chin left her cheeks and jaw red from the friction, and she smiled when his arm snaked beneath her, pulling her closer, aching to feel closer to her than ever.

She pushed against him, rolling him onto his back, her knees coming to frame his thighs as she kept their connection, using the strength of her legs to anchor herself and move against him, move along his length, filling herself with him. He grunted, his fingers curling at her hips, squeezing her, holding on for fear of her slipping away.

In the end, they collapsed together, him pulling her down, holding her, kissing her, tasting the sweetness of her lips and the sweat on her skin. Legs entwined, arms wrapped around one another, they couldn't get enough. Until now, the sensation of loving and being loved had lain dormant, and now they'd stirred the coals, and wisps of crackling embers ignited, reaching for more, needing to feed a hunger that had taken both of them over.

He buried his face against her neck, feeling her pulse pounding against his lips as he kissed her. He pulled back to look into her eyes as she gasped for breath, her breasts heaving against his chest as she slowly came down from her high, a pink flush still tinting her damp cheeks.

She smiled as she looked up his eyes and lifted her head to press her lips against his, breathing him in, relishing the feel of him, the taste of him. The fire rose in her belly again, and she moaned as she felt him harden against her thigh. The hunger would never be satisfied. It would never be enough.