Ch.25
"You weren't imagining it; I did kiss you back. And I liked it. And I want to kiss you again, and again, and again."
Beth's heart fluttered when she heard Daryl speak those words. She barely had any time to process what he had said before his lips were on hers, kissing her deeply. The kiss was rough, needy; he was claiming her as his own. He slowly began to back her up until she could feel the rough bark of a tree on her back. He ground his hips into her and Beth couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. And suddenly this wasn't enough. She needed more; her body was craving more. With shaky hands fueled by adrenaline and lust, she began to pull at her shirt, pulling her mouth away and breaking the kiss.
"Too many clothes," she said breathlessly, struggling to get her shirt off.
Daryl gave her a sly smirk, and his hands went to hers, stopping her movements, halting her progress. He gently eased her hands from her shirt, and replaced them with his. His hands began ghosting over her stomach, sending shivers up her spine. Her body was shuddering. He moved his hands further up, her eyes locked on his. Her nerves were on fire. She couldn't take this anymore. He must have been able to tell that, because he was abruptly tugging her shirt up her body, over her head, and throwing it to the side.
Daryl didn't resume kissing her; he just stared at her. His hand went to her chest, and Beth knew that he would feel the erratic beating of her heart. She stared back at him, her chest rising and falling as she took slow, but deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She placed her hand on top of Daryl's and smiled before her hands went to his shirt and swiftly pulled it over his head. Her eyes grazed over his chest, admiring the muscles, which made her heart flutter even faster.
At the same time they both reached for each other's pants, wanting to shed even more clothing and reveal even more of their bodies. Their hands clashed against each other in an awkward moment, but Daryl yielded and let Beth's hands reach their destination. She didn't hesitate; her hands went to his zipper and unzipped his pants before she quickly pulled them down, Daryl lifting his feet to release them from his legs.
Daryl was much more graceful with it. His hands slowly found the button of her jeans, and his fingers timidly popped the button before easing down her zipper. He slowly slid her pants down her legs, his hands skimming along her skin, igniting a fire wherever they touched. He lifted her feet, taking off her boots and then completely removing her pants, discarding them near her shirt.
They didn't hesitate; they didn't take the time to look at each other. Their lips were on each other's in an instant. Beth moaned into the kiss as Daryl pushed her against the tree, the bark scratching her skin, but Beth didn't care. Her hands were on his back, her fingers digging into his skin, trying to draw him nearer. Daryl pulled away to catch his breath and Beth took the opportunity to allow her hands to move up and down his chest, feeling every muscle, memorizing everything about him.
Daryl's lips went back to her, but this time they were on her neck, and Beth tilted her head back, giving him better access. He slowly moved his way to her collarbone. Beth pulled him so that his lips were on hers and kissed him again. She lightly brushed her tongue along his lip, and Daryl groaned softly. His hands were pressed flush against her stomach, but they were slowly making their way upwards until they were resting on her breasts, her bra the only thing separating her skin from his. She unintentionally sucked in a deep breath. This was new to her. Daryl looked at her, pulling back a little, asking for permission. Beth nodded her head slowly.
Daryl lightly grasped her shoulders and turned her around so that her back was facing him. He didn't immediately go to the clasp of her bra, instead he took his time, running his hands up and down her back. His hands eventually found her bra, and he unclasped it, sliding the straps down her arms and letting it fall to the ground. She knew that she was blushing, she could feel the warmth on her cheeks, but she wanted this.
Daryl's hands went back to her breasts, cradling them in his hands. Beth shivered again. This was right. Everything felt right. She wasn't embarrassed to be so vulnerable in front of Daryl. She needed this; she needed him. She backed up so that her back was touching his chest, and she felt the affect she was having on his body as Daryl planted a kiss on her shoulder. Beth turned in his arms so that she was facing him, and her lips met his in a ferocious kiss. Daryl slowly eased her to the ground, positioning his body over hers.
"Have you done this before?" He asked softly, his eyes searching her face.
Beth shook her head. "No."
"Are you sure you want to?"
Beth didn't hesitate. "Yes," she said quickly.
"If you want me to stop, or if I'm going to fast, just tell me. I'll stop. I won't be mad."
Beth nodded again, and Daryl leaned up and took in her naked torso. His eyes lingered on her breasts, and Beth felt the heat return to her cheeks. He carefully rested his body over hers and leaned his head down to her ear.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, before he lightly nibbled her ear.
He left a trail of kisses from her ear, down her neck, and stopped at her breasts. He looked up at her before he took one of her nipples in his mouth, lightly teasing it. He moved over to the other and did the same before he continued the kisses down to her navel. His hand hooked a finger in her underwear, and Beth's nerves suddenly returned. Daryl's motions stilled and he looked at her again.
"If you don't want to, we don't have to."
"No…no…I want to. It's just…I don't know what to do. I don't want to mess up."
He flashed her a trusting smile. "You can't mess up, Beth. You'll do fine," he said as he eased her panties off, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.
Her mind was racing and Beth brought her knees together, but Daryl overlooked it, instead returning to cherish her mouth. As he continued kissing her, her mind quieted, and all she could think of was right here, right now, of Daryl propping himself over her, and the way his skin felt against hers.
Beth felt as Daryl slowly slid a hand to her hip. She didn't think anything of it until she felt that hand work its way over her thigh and then down between her legs, gently coaxing them open. Her lips paused on his.
"You okay?"
"Nervous. Just nervous," she said, her voice husky.
Daryl nodded but continued his movement, cupping her in his hand. She was about to tell him to stop, that she was too nervous, but then she felt him run a finger between her lips, and her back arched, her head falling back as a moan escaped her throat. She barely heard his chuckle as his fingers continued to explore her. His fingers found the one spot that made her gasp, and he paid special attention there, before moving a finger to her opening and gently easing it in. He moved his mouth to hers to swallow her moans as he worked his finger in and out of her.
His movements were causing something to build in Beth that she had never felt before. She needed more of it, more of him. She groaned out in frustration as the intensity built but wasn't relieved. He chuckled again, and his thumb found her nub, rubbing tight circles around it. Her hips were squirming, trying to build more friction to get what she needed. He curled the finger that was in her, sending her over the edge. Her back arched again and she screamed out in pleasure as Daryl continued moving his fingers. The world around her was fuzzy as she road out the waves of her pleasure. When it was over, she felt Daryl move his hand from her and place a kiss on her lips.
"We're not done, are we?" She asked, afraid that it was over, that they weren't going to go any further.
"No, we're not done," he said as he reached over to his pants and pulled a tiny packet out of his pocket. "We need this," he said, waving it in the air.
Daryl sat up and took off his underwear, which Beth had forgot were still on. Beth watched him in awe. She had never seen a completely naked man before, and Daryl was beautiful. After he put the condom on he positioned himself so that their bodies were aligned. He looked down at her, his expression serious.
"You're sure you want this?"
"Yes, Daryl, I want you," she murmured, begging him.
"You have to try to keep quiet."
Beth vigorously nodded her head, just now remembering that they were in the middle of woods. Woods that were filled with walkers that hungered for their flesh. But she didn't care about that right now. She would stay quiet if it meant that she got to be with Daryl completely, she knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to her.
"Beth, I'm going to be as gentle as possible, okay?"
"Okay," she said nervously.
"Try to relax."
Beth nodded.
His eyes caught hers and he held them there. She felt as he slowly pressed into her, and her body tensed, her eyes closing, and her face scrunching in pain as a moan escaped her lips. Except this moan wasn't like the others, it wasn't brought on by pleasure, it was brought on by pain. Daryl placed light kisses along her face and neck, whispering calming and reassuring words to her.
When her face relaxed and the pain began to ease, he began to move his hips. It still hurt, but the hurt was mixing with pleasure, and the pleasure was slowly taking over as her finger dug into his shoulders. Daryl shifted, and Beth moaned, her eyes widening. The feeling of him inside of her was like nothing she had ever experienced before. He continued thrusting into her, and before she knew it, Beth's hips were mimicking his motions, moving to meet his.
Beth's hands began roaming over his back as Daryl quickened his pace, his breathless moans filling her ears. Beth felt that fire building in her body again. Daryl's hands gripped her hips with a bruising force, and Beth knew that they were both getting close. Her moans were now overpowering his, she couldn't keep quiet any more.
Her body was tensing as her orgasm got closer and closer. One of Daryl's hands snaked to where their bodies met, his fingers finding her clit. Daryl's name tumbled from her mouth as she came, and she felt as Daryl covered her mouth with his to muffle her cries of pleasure.
Daryl continued to thrust into her, his movements becoming irregular as he drove deeper into her with a brutal pace, trying to find his own release. His hips rocked against hers and he groaned out his own release as his orgasm overpowered him, his mouth leaving her lips for his head to rest on her shoulder, moaning into her ear.
Beth's chest was heaving, trying to catch her breath. Her body was exhausted, and one look at Daryl told her that he was just as tired as she was. He pressed his forehead to hers, his body still covering her. Shee felt his breath tickle her face, and she couldn't help but smile. Tears began to fall from her eyes, and she saw the worry on Daryl's face.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry, Beth," he said quickly, sounding like a lost puppy.
"No, no. You didn't hurt me. They're happy tears. I promise."
She saw him look at her confusedly, but also saw the way his face instantly relaxed. He slowly pulled himself out of her, collapsing to the ground beside her, and the empty feeling Beth felt was unexplainable. All that she knew was that she wanted more of Daryl, that she didn't want this to be a one-time thing.
His arms encircled her waist and he pulled her body to his, holding her close.
"Are you alright?"
Beth nodded. "More than alright. Is it always like that? Always that good?"
He laughed. "With me it is."
Beth playfully pushed against chest.
Daryl carefully placed a kiss on the top of her head, and Beth smiled sleepily. She was so tired right now. She felt her eyes starting to droop; all she wanted to do was stay like this, curled up next to Daryl's naked body, and fall sleep in his arms.
"We should get going," he said quietly.
Beth opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Do we have to?"
"With all that noise you made every walker in a ten mile radius is probably on its way here. And, people will start wondering where we are."
Beth overlooked his comment about her being noisy and slowly nodded her head. He got to his feet and helped Beth up. Daryl quickly dressed and then returned to help Beth, gathering her clothes, which were strewn about the ground. Once they were dressed they started their way back to the farm, and Beth was shocked when Daryl's hand found hers.
Author's Note: So there it is, the chapter so many of you have been waiting for! I hope it lived up to your expectations. I'm extremely self-conscious when it comes to writing love scenes, so I really don't know how I feel about this chapter. So pretty please let me know what you think!