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EPISODE 19 – Walk with Me – Part III

He didn't recoil. His hand even clasped my arm when I nipped at his lips. So, I push him back until he's lying down. He lets me do it, watching me expectantly, and I still don't make any sudden move as if I could scare him. There's enough open space around us that we would have time to react if a walker appeared.

I skim his lips lightly with my tongue until he opens them. It's not hungry, just a caress. His fingers brush the skin on my sides, too timid to fully touch me yet. Though, when I glance down there, I can see how turned on he is. I also know what's going to happen this time.

So, I leave his mouth to trail kisses down his throat, I linger over his collarbone, darting a lick on his pulse point, and he inhales sharply. Then, I head down his muscled chest. My fingers toy with his nipples while I make my way directly to his belly button. His abs are twitching, his breath laboured. I reach the hem of his underwear and slowly slip a hand inside.

He whimpers between clinched teeth when I graze his length. If I glimpse up, I can see his eyes are shut tight; his hands are two clenched fists.

"Relax… Just say 'stop' and I'll stop," I feel the need to clarify once again.

He straightens up his head to glance back at me. "What are ya doin-"

I didn't mean to interrupt, my hand just tremored lightly on him; I involuntarily lick my lips. And his head hits the ground back. "Fuck." He only says.

That's not 'stop'.

So, I softly push his underwear out of the way, and my mouth descends on him.

After only a few kisses and licks that make him violently jolt, I take him in. I can't swallow him whole, but my tongue can briskly swirl around the head while my lips close around his shaft. It only takes a few strong strokes. He growls, and I pull away, with my hand still on him, to let him discharge with a stifled moan, his body jerking and his head arched back. He's torn grass with both his hands, never touching me.

And I kiss his stomach again, while he pants and opens his eyes back to try and get focus.

Then, he suddenly fumbles to straighten up while his scowl does everything to avoid looking at me. He goes to stand, though I grab his arm:

"Please don't…"

"What the fuck do ya want me to do?" he snarls, so I'm the one to recoil.

"Just-" Fuck, I'm getting tired of this. "Don't act like it's the end of the world! Who fucking cares? There's just ye and me here. Just…fucking touch me."

I take his hand and drive it directly over my breast. He looks at me like I've lost my mind, but I don't care. I'm not letting him run away this time.

"Daryl, it's okay… Please don't leave me now." I sound desperate and I don't care. I am. At least it makes him feel guilty enough that he stays.

I'm keeping his hand on my chest, and he's staring at it dumbly. Alright then. I simply move it downward. He throws me a frightened glimpse and I just bite my bottom lip. When we reach the hair between my legs, I lie back and guide his middle finger down. I hear him gulp. But he's letting me do as I want. So, I move his hand up and down my slit, just to spread my wetness. And I can't repress a moan. My own hand trembles, but he got it, and continues by himself. Softly, timidly. Just caressing between the folds. He inhales sharply again and shifts to get closer. When he brushes my clit, I whimper:

"Jesus, yes… Right here."

He continues to rub in circles around it, and my hand can find his torso to graze the light hair there while I buck under his touch. I end up closing my eyes too; I just want to feel him. It's been so long, it feels entirely new. His fingers are as rough as his character, yet he's as gentle as I expected.

And suddenly, I feel his lips on my breast. Still not hungry, barely there, but his hot breath raises goosebumps everywhere. He's leaning on his elbow besides me, his other hand over my head, running in my curls, his stomach against my side, and his leg slightly coming over mine.

God, I'm almost there.

I'm trying not to be loud, so I turn and muffle myself on his arm. My fingers clutch his hair, so I feel him pull away from my nipple and straighten himself up. I open my eyes to make sure he's not going anywhere, though he's right there. He's watching me closely now, not averting his eyes anymore, as his finger enters me.

I abruptly jerk back. And as he starts moving back and forth, I also confusedly feel him getting hard again against my thigh. So, my hand blindly searches for him. My gesture can't be precise as I'm riding a high that doesn't end. But my whole body turns to him as I tug on his hips. So, he understands. And he positions himself between my legs.

When his fingers leave me, my ankles lock themselves behind his back so I can meet him halfway. He thrusts in, but, Lord, he's big.

"Easy please," I moan, but quickly add in a sigh: "God, ye feel good…"

He doesn't say anything and buries his head in the crook of my neck as he slows down. He's not as tensed as the previous times. I'm the one that can barely control myself, as his long back-and-forth builds an overpowering pace. It quickens and quickens, until I'm no longer able to contain my cries. "Yes! God, Daryl!" I bite his shoulder and my whole body wrenches uncontrollably under him. The long-awaited bliss ultimately takes over.

Though it just prompts him to accelerate again. His frantic motions and the grunts in my ear tell me he's close as well. I meet him thrust for thrust in my dazed state. My nails digging in his scalp and back, still high from him. I want to feel him finally get a satisfying release.

Though, as soon as I feel he's there, I pull out and get my hand around him. Only one stroke is enough before he unloads everything he has in the grass. His forehead still pressed on my collarbone, his moan stifled between his gritted teeth, he spasms wildly over me.

When he collapses, I hug him tight and soothe his own high by scraping his nape tenderly. Then, he suddenly gets off me and falls back on the ground by my side.

"Fuck, sorry…" he mumbles.

I smirk: "For what?"

He finally glances shyly at me, and I beam back, before we both turn to the blue sky and sigh.

I chuckle giddily. Then promptly say, so he won't think I'm mocking him or anything: "Christ, that was good."

"I- Yeah…"

So, I laugh openly and I can even get a glimpse of a smile on his face.

We then remain silent, letting our breathing calm down and our heart rates decelerate for a while.

"Fuck, we still have a lotta work to do."

I chuckle again as if I was tipsy. And, God, his relaxed body beside me is fucking magnificent. However, while he quickly stands to get dressed, his shifty eyes won't look my way again.

So, I also put my own clothes on while trying to get his attention back:

"Ye know, I've thought about it, and I think ye were wrong."

He gives me a doubtful look without even knowing what I'm talking about, which is all I wanted. So, I elaborate:

"Ye and I, we did win. When we didn't let all that's happened destroy us."

He snorts dryly, though I add to, perhaps, get another glimpse at his beautiful smile: "Especially right now. I do feel like I won."

He tries to swallow his own grin but can't, and his ears turn a nice shade of pink.