She watched him closely as he stood over her, sensing how uncomfortable her gaze was making him feel and not caring one bit. She wasn't finished with him yet, and he was going to have to get over any remaining insecurities he might hold. At this point, there was no thought of Glenn, no consideration of Rick. Just Daryl's presence and that smoldering look he was giving her right now. She'd never had a man look at her quite like Daryl did, like she was being hunted. Seeing that expression in his eyes right now turned her on in a way she'd never known. Instead of being intimidated she welcomed it, welcomed him. He was unbuckling his own belt now, and she felt a pulsing in her already slick sex, ready for what he was slowly unveiling.
She raised herself up on her elbows so she was sitting on the edge of the bed, grasped the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, shaking her hair out. As he undid the top buttons of his own shirt and pulled it off, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting the straps slide off her shoulders before tossing it onto the floor. He stopped right where he was, jeans pulled open but still clinging to his hips, and came for her. If she thought he looked aroused before, his eyes were completely inflamed now as he pushed her back down onto the bed, his mouth lavishing attention on her breasts. He'd come at her like an animal, but he kissed her skin delicately, both his hands coming between them to touch her. He thumbed one nipple gently, and he found the other with his tongue, bringing them to sharp peaks. Maggie's heart raced as he tweaked them both, pulling them out with both fingers and mouth. She gasped, threading her fingers into his hair, when he nipped one with his teeth, the softest of bites.
He left her breasts to inch his way up her chest, trailing kisses along her collarbone before coming to that sensitive corner where shoulder and neck meet. She couldn't help but shudder when his lips found that spot, his breath heavy near her ear, one hand still caressing her right breast. When he felt her losing it, he grasped her more firmly and brought his mouth to her own, giving her the most wanton kiss she'd ever known. She moved her hands down his back, luxuriating in the fluid hardness of his muscles, the ridges of scars that to her seemed more provocative than disturbing. She stretched her arms to reach for his waistband, shoving it downwards, succeeding little, but he noticed and he laughed once lightly at her impatience. She liked that laugh, it was so rare coming from him; and she smiled, kissing him once more before he moved off of her to rid himself of the remainder of his clothes.
When she finally saw him in full, she was glad they'd decided to do this in the daylight. The man was sexy as hell just standing there, all wiry muscle and tattoos. The kind of guy girls like her were told absolutely not to put themselves in this position with. The thought only turned her on more, as did his hand lasciviously stroking himself. He watched her watching him from where she was propped up on her elbows. She couldn't help but lick her lips, and he must have noticed that too because he did the same and moved for her, hands leaving large veined cock to grab her knees and push them apart and up, forcing her back to hit the mattress again. Her breath was heavy as he stepped forward between her legs, his hands on her shins to hold her open. She watched raptly as he moved his stiff cock against her slick sex, sending a tingling thrill radiating throughout her body and a sigh from between her lips.
His eyes were moving between her lustful face and her wet opening as he spread some of that same wetness over the head of his cock. He gave her one last lingering look, and she could sense the question there, his need for her assurance. She gave it to him by reaching down, replacing his hand with her own to grasp his hot, pulsing shaft, and placing his head right at her entrance. She raised her hips for him, opening herself as much as her legs would allow. He leaned over her, hands on either side of her face, and she felt him slide slowly into her, the slickness of her arousal allowing his considerable girth easy passage. When he hilted inside of her, she felt that slight discomfort as the head of his cock hit base, only to be immediately alleviated by the pressure of his pelvis on her clitoris. He groaned, letting himself come down on top of her completely, kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him even tighter against her chest, moving her hips up to urge him on.
He started out slowly, testing the waters, but Maggie didn't want slow, not from Daryl. She wanted him hard like she imagined he liked it, and she whispered it once in his ear: "harder". He looked like he was about to lose it at that, a heavy sigh parting his lips and his eyes sliding shut. He kissed her once more before beginning to pound into her, not quickly, but substantially, letting his full length invade her with every thrust. It only took a few of those hard deep thrusts before Maggie felt herself coming to the precipice again, and she wound her hands into the long hair at the nape of his neck, feeling the sweat that was starting to accumulate there. Her own neck was arched back in ecstasy as with one particularly intense thrust, she came hard, crying aloud. He covered her cry with a breathless kiss and picked up his pace slightly. The aftershocks of her orgasm caused her to clench around his hardness, and within only a few seconds, Daryl was finishing too. He groaned, clasping the raised back of her right thigh, pressing himself as deeply as he could, and she felt his liquid warmth spurt inside of her.
He collapsed onto her, hot breath against her shoulder, leaving a couple quick kisses there, and she wrapped her arms around him completely. The skin of his back was moist with sweat, and she could smell it on his hair too where it brushed her face, an almost sweet odor despite its inherent masculinity.
He spoke first, brushing his fingers down her arm. "Maggie. That was unbelievable."
She laughed at his admission. "You're welcome I guess."
"Seriously." He still sounded slightly out of breath, but he lifted himself up.
Maggie shivered as the warmth of his body left her as well as at the excruciating emptying feeling of his cock sliding out of her. He leaned down again to kiss her on the mouth, and she held him there with a hand on his coarsened cheek. She returned his kiss sweetly and was suddenly aware of a feeling she had never had with a man before; a fear that he might leave her instead of the other way around. She wasn't exactly sure about the appropriateness of it, but she sent out a quick prayer to whatever god might be left that she got to do this at least one more time with Daryl Dixon.