Chapter 35

Daryl leaned down until his forehead touched Emma's. His ragged breath flitted over her face, warming her cheeks. With the pad of his thumb he traced the lines of her full lips. He could spends days kissing those lips and never tire.

His mouth found hers again, but his hands went behind her. Deftly he unhooked her bra, smiling to himself that he hadn't lost the touch. He broke the kiss as the need to see her was overwhelming.

Daryl lifted his hand to her right shoulder pushing the strap off. Then he did the same for the left. Emma then pulled it off her and her breasts were finally free for him to admire. He cupped one then the other, holding them both in his hands. God, how he had missed this, missed her.

Daryl closed his eyes as he took her nipples between his fingers and played with them. He rolled, pinched and pulled until he heard soft moans coming from Emma. He knew exactly what she liked, so he played a little harder and firmer, and Emma's moans grew louder. His dick was standing up straight, his desire for her clearly evident.

He lowered his mouth to take one pink nipple between his teeth, while his hand massaged the other. He suckled on one breast, then the other knowing this was going to stretch the limits of his self-control. When he finally couldn't take it anymore, he stopped and pulled away. They were both out of breath.

Emma unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her shapely legs. Her panties quickly followed. Emma was thinner than she had been back in Riverside when they lived in her little trailer, but that did not detract from how he reacted to her body. He loved it then and he still loved it now. She was his perfect woman in every way.

Daryl watched her walk away from him and lay down on the bed. He joined her immediately. The need to touch her, kiss her and taste every inch of her was overwhelming. He crushed his mouth to hers taking possession of it harder than he intended. When he went to pull back, be gentler with her, Emma would not let him. Her need was as great as his.

She moaned deeply as his mouth traveled down to her left breast. He tongued one pebbled peak, circling, flicking, lapping and sucking before paying equal attention to the other. Emma was on fire as Daryl's mouth controlled her body. She had forgotten how desperate he could make her feel, but underneath that desire there still was a small amount of anxiety that was trying to creep to the surface.

"No!" she told herself. "This is not going to happen again."

Daryl felt a slight tension in her begin and knew he had to make this about her. "Please let me please you, Em. All I can do is think about tasting you."

Emma shivered at his words. He wanted to please her first, put her first and that started to drive the panic that was lingering under the surface away. This was Daryl, her Daryl and he would never hurt her, he loved her.

Emma was a deeply sensuous woman who had been hiding behind her fear for too long. She realized it was finally gone this time. All she wanted now was Daryl. She was all in.

Daryl's mouth left a fiery trail of kisses down her body as he moved lower and lower. Emma's eyes were closed in anticipation as she felt a nip on her inner thigh. She clutched the bedsheets with both hands as he slid a finger between her wet folds. A small cry escaped her lips when his tongue finally touched her swollen bud. Daryl slipped his other hand beneath her butt and squeezed, drawing another moan from her. She released the sheets and cupped her breasts as their eyes met.

Emma's openness sex always turned him on more than she could ever imagine. She didn't have the look of a sex kitten, but she was. She was the one that always wanted to take his old truck with the bench front seat whenever they went out. They rarely took her car. More times than not, her hand or mouth had control of his dick when they came home or she would let him know that she didn't have any panties on getting Daryl so worked up, he'd find a place to pull over so he could fuck her right then and there and again when they got home.

In the year they lived together their sex life never waned, it only intensified. Daryl had never known it could be this good and it was about to start all over again.

Daryl slid another finger into her tight opening while using his tongue to excite her clit. Emma arched into him with a soft purr. He used both his mouth and fingers on her until her moans became louder. Then he removed his fingers and used that hand to cup her other butt cheek drawing her closer to him. He used his tongue to tease before covering her with his mouth.

Emma cried out her hips arching as she came, her fingers tunneling into his hair. Daryl didn't ease up, his lips and tongue working to win every last groan from her until she went limp with a lusty sigh. He smiled with satisfaction as he rose up to face her.

"God, I so missed that. I forgot how good you are doing…that," she sighed.

Daryl simply smiled at her as he positioned himself above her. He had waited weeks and before that years to be inside her again. He couldn't wait any longer. The tip of his hard shaft brushed against her swollen lips.

He leaned down gave her one long kiss, wanting to taste that mouth before he forgot all about it. Once he entered her, it would consume him. It had been too long for him and he knew this would be fast and hard. He put his hands to her butt, gripped and lifted her just the tiniest amount, and then he plunged. He buried himself inside of her. And he almost died with the sensations that ripped through him. Then he began to move and it was the best damn feeling he'd ever experienced in his life. His body pumped above Emma's, sliding deep, in and out, leaving them both breathless with each move.

It didn't take long for their passion to build lighting both of their bodies on fire. Even after all this time their bodies were still finely attuned to the others and they knew when each other was ready. Together they rode the waves of their combined orgasms until they lay limp in each other's arms. Their sweat drenched bodies stuck together as neither wanted the other to move. This closeness, this oneness they shared was unique. Their bond to each other was strong and eternal. There would be no one else that could ever take their places. This was what being a soulmate was all about.

Daryl finally moved to the side pulling Emma into his arms. He nuzzled her hair before finally saying just one word, "Wow."

"Yeah…wow," Emma echoed. Her breath coming in ragged gasps. "We need to do that again…and soon."

Daryl laughed. "Fuck yeah, but let me recover first. I ain't as young as I used to be."

Emma kissed him and tasted herself on his lips, before snuggling into his embrace. She was happy…deliriously happy. "Thanks for being patient with me," she told him.

"Em, of course. I just wish you had told me sooner, I would've understood better what was going on. Don't keep shit from me. Okay?" he replied. He knew it had to have been hard for her to tell him about the rape...make that rapes. After being separated all this time, it was hard to go back to the way it was before. They were on the right path now…finally.

They talked about anything that came to mind as they lay together on the bed, naked and still feeling the afterglow from making love. "This showdown with Negan, are you guys really sure that you can take him and men on. There's an awful lot of them." This had been on her mind since dinner. She just got him back and there was no way she wanted to lose him already.

"Rick and me we gotta plan. He's still workin' out the details, but it will work. We just need to have Negan and all of his top guys in one place. We take them out, we'll cut the head off the snake and the rest will fall apart," he told her.

Anything like this carried a risk and this was a big one, but if they could pull it off they wouldn't have to worry about the Saviors anymore. They didn't have time to get to the Hilltop and get manpower from them. They had to do this on their own.

"If you think it can be done, I trust you. I want Alexandria to win. This is our home," Emma said rolling onto her back and sitting up on her elbows. "It's a helluva nicer than that old trailer we had."

Daryl barely heard her as all he saw were her breasts just waiting there for him. She was always so casual about being naked around him, he'd have to get used to that again or he'd have a permanent erection. He could feel his coming back to life and quickly.

"Daryl, you're not listening to me," Emma scolded him.

"How can I, with these right here…just right here, practically in my face. Damn, Em," he sighed.

She took his hand and placed it on her breast. "There. Babe, what's stopping you?"

"No fuckin' idea," he laughed. He played with her breasts for a little bit and every second he did, he got harder and harder.

Emma turned towards him and pushed her hips against his. She loved that her body could make him hard so quickly, just like he could turn her on with just a look. Daryl closed his eyes as he felt her grab a hold of his dick and start to stroke him. His lips were about to touch her when she said, "Round two?"

"Fuck yeah," he groaned before he crushed his mouth to hers. It was time for round two and maybe even a three.