-Pulling himself away from the sexy blond beneath him proved harder than he could ever imagine. In a dazed state filled with heady desire, Daryl managed to lift his weight from her slight form and grab his shirt from the floor as the relentless pounding continued on his front door. When she would have moved to follow him, he gave her a heated look, saying, "Stay jus' like that beautiful… Plan on startin' where we left off."
A wide smile replaced the pout on her lips when he'd demanded her stay behind. With a smoldering wink, she replied, "Hurry back, Mr. Dixon."
Daryl gave her one last long look, before stomping toward his bedroom door as another knock echoed throughout his house. Murmuring beneath his breath, yanked the shirt down over his naked torso. When the banging resumed on his front door, he yelled, "Hold yer damn horses… Fuckin' comin'… better be fuckin' good t'… Ring yer goddam neck…"
Entering the foyer, Daryl made his way toward the source of the person intruding into the most intimate moment of his life. Impatiently he yanked the chain from the` slot and slid the deadbolt free with a loud click. When he opened the door, he found Carl standing mere inches away, wearing a shit eating grin.
"Hey, Daryl, what you up to?" the boy wanted to know, smirk he wore indicating he already knew exactly what he'd been up to moments ago. Bravely, Carl stepped in close as if to come into the house. "Feel like I might wanna watch a movie…"
Daryl glared at Rick's son effectively blocking Carl's entrance. Placing his arm against the threshold denying him access, he said, "Don't fuckin' think so… Lucky, yer Rick's boy… Shouldn't go around interrupting a man's sleep like that… Could be dangerous…"
"Sleepin' huh?" Carl laughed, the dimples in the boy's cheeks flashing as his eyes rolled. "Funny was just over at Maggie's, said Beth was here… Beth sleepin' too?"
"Carl…" Daryl's voice filled with a warning that was filled with annoyance. "Get yer ass off my porch…"
"Ain't so funny havin' someone interrupt your date, is it?" Carl instigated, with a short laugh before backing up and turning away from the door. "Have a goodnight, Daryl… Tell Beth I said hey."
Laughter followed Daryl into the house as he slammed the door back into place, replacing the deadbolt, and chain. He pivoted on his heel with the intention of going back to Beth, only to find her on the bottom step of the staircase. Annoyance still apparent from Carl's intrusion, he growled toward the woman.
"Thought I said t' stay where you were. 'member what happened the last time I told y' t' stay put."
Daryl stalked toward her, yet instead of alarm, heat skated up her spine. Stubbornly, her chin tilted as she bit her bottom lip. Beth stayed her ground as he came to stand before her. With all the naturalness in the world, as if she did so every day, she lifted her hands and cupped his rough cheeks. "Don't go getting cross at me, Daryl Dixon, just cause Carl gave you a taste of your own medicine."
He glared at her in disbelief with no real malice. "Can't believe yer stickin' up fer that little shit."
"What ya gonna do about it, Dixon?" Daringly, she lifted a blond eyebrow. Tugging on the whiskers of his beard, leaning closer until her breath sifted across his lips. A light moan rippled from her as his hands encircled her waist, his fingers tightening in response to her pleasure. "Gonna spank me?"
Leaning into her, he nipped at her lips, a growl rumbling from his chest at the thought. "Should y' know. Don't ever fuckin' listen t' a word I say… Turn y' over my knee… give y' a swat or two."
"Will my panties be down too?" she asked breathlessly.
Beth wasn't sure where her boldness to tease Daryl came from, but judging by the lust covering his features, she was having the desired effect. Her fingers skated up his cheeks, and tunneled into his hair, gripping the strands tight, she pulled him until his mouth settled on hers. Hunger stole Beth's breath as his tongue dove into her mouth, circling hers before sucking the morsel into his hot mouth. Her grip on his hair went lax, and she skimmed a touch down his shoulders, relishing the feel of his skin.
Letting her tongue pop free from his mouth, he whispered, "Want yer panties down?"
A throb coursed through Beth, and she let her fingernails bite into his hard flesh. Moisture seeped from her core at the suggestion in his voice. A shiver raced over her being, as his gruff voice played in her ear. "Daryl Dixon, I would love for you to take my panties down. In fact, I have thought about that very thing for a very long time."
"Is that so," he asked, his nose nuzzling her cheek, his teeth baring as he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth. Offering her a number of soft kiss, he groaned as his body throbbed instantly to life. "How longs a very long time?"
Beth shifted on the step, pulling back an inch or so she studied him intently, brushing his hair from his forehead so she could see his eyes she said, "Since the day I saw you standing there in the hall at Grady. Since you lifted me into your arms and carried me out of that horror show."
Daryl had to admit her admission stunned him. He would have never guessed she harbored these types of feelings for him this long. Even while he was pleasantly shocked, pleasure rippled through him as she spoke. Of course, his feeling for her had changed around the same time. Besides the need to protect her, he'd felt this pull, a need to be near her. Daryl hadn't exactly understood this sudden desire, at least not until she'd confided she was going on a date with Noah. Still it was better to realize how he felt now before things could get any more complicated.
As the thought of losing her to another man tickled his mind, his arms tightened around her, pulling her closer to the wall of his chest, her small breasts flattening against toned muscle. His arousal had heightened the moment he'd turned and found her behind him. Now he ground his achy cock into her slim hips, smirking when she moaned in response, her body moving against his. Daryl greedily took possession of her lips, kissing her with all the pent-up emotion he'd harbored for her. Between erratic kisses, he growled, "Let's see what we can do about that."
Enflamed by the promise she heard in that simple statement, the yearning in Beth magnified beyond anything she could have ever imagined. Needing to be as close to him as possible, Beth's hands delved beneath his shirt, gliding over his heated skin, pushing the tight cotton out of her way as she went. Daryl seemed to know what her aim was, lifting his arms so the material could be lifted over his head, forcing him to pull back momentarily. The second the black shirt fell to the floor, he once again reached for her, his fingers dancing along the hem the shirt she'd borrowed from his closet. With ease he pulled the garment up over her head, leaving her blessedly as bare as he, once the shirt she wore joined his in a heap at their feet, Daryl kissed a path down her neck.
He loved the way she arched into his touch, pressing her warm neck firmly into his lips, her gasp filling the silent corridor. Nibbling on her taunt flesh, Daryl's tongue skated over the slope of her shoulder before trailing down her chest to her breast. Eagerly, he sucked the hard tip into his mouth, his hard teeth scraping over the swollen bud, his body humming with awareness when she cried out.
Beth loved her vantage point on the first step of the staircase. The extra height gave her access to touch him as she wished, and while he devoured first one nipple before turning to the other, she was able to tunnel her fingers into his dark hair. Gripping the strands in a tight fist, Beth pulled him firmly against her, her nails biting into his scalp. In a gaze drunk with the lust he brought to life, she whispered, "That feels so good… Please… don't stop…"
"Ain't gonna stop," he promised around the perky nipple, his broad hands coasting over her trim waist to the oversized sweatpants. Daryl hesitated, the tips of his fingers sneaking beneath the waistband, pausing briefly. When she rolled her hips toward him, her permission was unmistakable, yet still he lifted a searching gaze. "Beth…"
"Kiss me, Daryl." When he would have raised his head to place his mouth over hers, she used the hold she had on his hair, and urged him lower. She sucked in a deep breath when his whiskers skimmed the flesh of her abdomen. "I want you to kiss me here…"
Willing to give her anything, he dropped to his knees, his hands running down the slope of her ass. Lightly he squeezed the rounded globes, testing their firmness before sliding down the back of her thighs. His tongue slipped over her smooth skin trailing around her belly button. As if he had all the time in the world, he kissed every inch of her belly. Sucking a bite of flesh into his mouth, drew on the morsel until she whimpered. "This the only place y' want me t' kiss?"
The air rushed out of Beth's lungs as she looked down into his upturned face as the suggestion rang clear. Just the thought of having Daryl between her legs caused a spasm of want to rush to her core. She felt her cheeks heat even while passion built inside her. As wonderful as it sounded, having Daryl kiss between her thighs, voicing the idea stalled in her throat. She'd never imagined asking a man to do that to her.
Beth stared into his eyes, and confidence stole through her. "Will my panties be on or off?"
Daryl had never gone south of the border on a woman before. He'd never had the urge. With Beth however, his mouth filled with drool as her scent wafted through the material of her sweatpants. Yet when her audacious question played through his mind, he nearly went wild, a possessive growl rumbling from his chest. "Want 'em on… or off?"
A blond brow lifted, "Surprise me…"
His fingers dug into her legs as her words trickled through him. His cock strained at the front of his pants until he thought he'd bust at the seams. That was all the encouragement he needed. With a quick tug, her sweatpants slid down her hips, leaving a pair of yellow lacey hipsters in their wake. Instantly, he was drawn to her arousal, his nose skimming the soft flesh of her thigh. A growl erupted from his throat when her fingernails dug into the flesh of his back, urging him on, his tongue trailed the length of her thigh toward the crease of her legs.
The closer he moved to her core, the more wanton she became, gasping deep breaths as he licked his way along her line of her panties. While Daryl didn't have much practice in pleasing a woman this way, he took her sounds as encouragement, listening to the quick intakes of breath and soft mews filling the foyer.
"Oh my… God… That feels incredible." Beth watched intrigued as he sucked a portion of her flesh into his hot mouth. Scrapping the tender spot with his teeth, he shifted, using his hand against her plump ass to lower her to the steps below. Once her bottom sat against the carpeted step, he bent over her, his rough hands pushing her knees apart, until she was spread before him. Even while her panties were still in place, she couldn't help the vulnerability that coursed through her. When her hands would have came down to cover herself from him, his fingers tangled with hers to stay her. "Daryl…"
"Y' alright…" His gaze met hers, holding her hands with his, fully prepared to stop if she so much as breathed resistance of any kind. "Want me t' stop?"
Beth bit her bottom lip as the fire within her built to a raging inferno. Taking his pause in action to catch her breath, she found herself shaking her head. "No… Daryl, I just… I've never…"
"Me either," he confided dropping a kiss to the tip of her nose. "If y' want me t' stop… Might kill me, but I will…"
She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Nibbling on his bottom lip, she whimpered, "Don't stop… Please…"
Without further hesitation, Daryl's attention went back to the apex of her thighs, smelling the want flowing from her core, his mouth began to water. Dropping her fingers, he opened her thighs with a firm touch, holding her open as he went down on his knees before her. His fingers slid down her thighs, caressing her, even as his mouth came within inches of her pussy. Daryl felt her shudder as her hot breath played over her, drawing him in until the tips of his tongue slid over the lace of her panties.
Beth involuntarily bucked in response to Daryl's hot tongue dragging over her. Instinctively, she wound her fingers in his hair, holding him to her, urging him on. "That feels…. Oh my… Wow."
The first taste of her on his tongue enlisted a new type of addiction, Daryl could never have fathomed, encouraging him to lick her again and again, loving the dew of her heated center seeping through the material of her panties. Soon the barrier of even lace was too much, and he used the tip of his finger to pull it aside to the creamy flesh beneath. His finger swept down her dewy pussy, loving the slickness he encountered. Knowing that he created this deep desire in her made his cock throb intensely. "Fuck… baby… Y' feel so fuckin' good…"
When the tip of his tongue flicked at her clit, Beth let out a cry, "Oh… ooooh… right there… yessss… shit."
"Right here…" Again, his tongue flipped over the pearl of her existence. A thrill shot through him when she once again released a string of moans. Using both hands he spread her wide open, his fingers holding her panties out of the way, dragging the length of his tongue from her core to her clit. When her hips thrust upward, he grinned against her wet pussy. "Like that, baby… Could lick y' all fuckin' night…"
When she merely whimpered in reply, he went to work pleasing this amazing creature that for reasons beyond his understanding decided he was the one. Sucking her swollen bud into his mouth, Daryl let the tip of his thumb caress her slit, wanting nothing more to enter her body. Apparently, she liked what he did, lifting her bottom from the step to press her pussy deeper into his mouth, reaching for the ecstasy his attention promised.
Beth nearly fainted on the spot when Daryl dipped further down, his tongue sliding deeply into her body. Thrusting her hips, she pumped into his mouth, undeniable lust ripping through her. His tongue plunged over and over into her hot core, and her need built and built until she was mindless with pleasure. Riding his face in a way she could never have imagined, the fire inside her burst in a series of stars, exploding behind her tightly closed eyes. "Yessss… Ooooh…. Just like that…. Oh fuck…"
Daryl had never tongue fucked anyone before. After this experience however, he promised to do it as often as absolutely possible. Tonguing her until the last string of passion seeped from her body, leaving her a puddle on the staircase, he lifted his head with a satisfied grin. "Like that, baby…"
