Day 70, part 2
It wasn't long after the talk that people started going to sleep. We still had some herbal tea, a natural one made with herbs Patricia had given us, and then I also left. Daryl had been gone for a while already. When I got to our little tent area I looked back and forth between my tent as his. I wanted to be in his with him but the cot was too small for the both of us to sleep well. But then again, I wasn't really thinking about sleeping at the moment. Before I could make my choice, though, Daryl came out of his tent and saw me there.
"Get in here," he said quietly.
I smiled and didn't have to think for any second before going to him. Still outside, what I saw through the open flat warmed my heart and made my smile bigger. His foldable cot was gone and the entire inside space was covered in blankets, making a bed on the ground with two pillows and looking surprisingly comfortable even without a mattress. I looked back at him and rested a hand on his shoulder for balance as I lifted a leg to untie and take off my boot.
"That means I'm moving in?" I asked him and I removed the first one.
"If you want to…" he said shyly.
"I want to," I told him with certainty. I wanted him to believe I was in. I was all in.
He smiled a little and tried to convey it by saying, "You pull my covers at night I'm kickin' you out."
It hit me then. I had no idea if I pushed the covers a night, or if I kicked, or talked in my sleep, simply because I never had anyone I'd slept in the same bed with regularly. I'd never really shared a bed with anyone before.
I kicked out the second boot and took his hand, pulling him inside with me. The tent was not tall enough for him to stand there, so he was bent a bit. He zipped it closed as I lowered myself to the ground, pushing a sheet away and lying down. It wasn't soft or anything but it wasn't much different from the sleeping bag I'd been using all those months. I scooched to the corner and he sat by my side.
"You did good today," he told me just above a whisper as he bent his legs, resting his arms on his knees. "They needed to know the truth."
"I think so too. Don't wanna start making decisions and just informing them later," I answered just as quietly.
"You not that kind of leader."
It was the first time I head Daryl calling me a leader.
"The thing you told me a while ago? 'Bout me stepping down and all?" he nodded. "Ain't happening." He answered with a pfff because he'd already known that. "I don't trust the others… Rick and Shane. Shane's acting weird, getting angrier 'bout everything since he lost Lori. And Rick's too desperate to think things clearly. And I don't even know if he already knows Lori's pregnancy, and if Shane knows, 'cause will pro'ly make things ever worse…"
Too fuckin much in my mind. I breathed out covering my face.
"Hey," he told me making me look at him again. "Only so much ya can take care of. Gonna take care of the group? Alright. But can't worry 'bout their personal stuff, you'll go nuts."
He was right, of course. They were all grownups and I didn't have to worry about their messed up love triangle. I sat up, ready to just forget about everything for a while, got to my knees and invaded his space straddling him, sitting on his thighs, my hands on his shoulders. Oh, the shoulders. Looking up at me he held me by my hips for a moment before sliding his arms around my lower back and pulling me flush to him. I rested my forehead on his.
"I don't think I'd keep it up without you by my side. D'you know that?"
"Yeah, you would," he disagreed and leaned in, his lips touching mine as he said, "But I'm gonna be here anyway."
Did he have any idea what he was doing to my heart? At the very moment it ached for him. At that very moment I was so deeply in love with him and I'm sure he had no idea. He had no clue of how much he meant to me, how I'd come to rely on his presence in my life, of how good it was to have him by my side. He was troubled by insecurity, by the anger he'd grown up with, by the violence of his past. All of that hadn't been enough to destroy his good soul, his huge heart. And it was mine. He was all mine.
I don't know who started it but we were kissing then, and it was not soft, gentle, slow like before. It already started hot, his arms tight around me, my hands everywhere, his hair, face, shoulders, chest. I attacked his buttons, probably rip off some of them, and roughly opened his sleeveless shirt, letting go of his mouth and curving over him to kiss his neck. He bent his neck to give me full access and as I licked his skin I heard him moan quietly, more like a sigh. Oh, such a good sound…
His hands moved over my back under my t-shirt and slid to my side, where I felt him grip me strongly, his fingertips on my flesh when I bit on his neck. That made me hiss, control gone. I let go of his neck and took off my t-shirt sudden and roughly, and just as fast I reached behind me to unhook my bra and threw it away. His hand still gripping me, Daryl kept me away when I tried to kiss him again, just so he could look at me, bare right in line with his face. He licked his lips to be able to say "Fuck, Sam…" and then took them in his hands, squeezing them bit too gently for my likes. He looked up at me and I took the chance to kiss him again, hard and hot, and it did he trick. He grabbed my breasts strongly in his hands and earned a slow, strong rounding of my hips on him.
He groaned and suddenly turned to our side, laying me in the ground and covering me with his body, his mouth leaving mine to take a nipple even as he still held them in his hands. My head fell to the pillow, my eyes closed as I moaned aloud, but still aware I shouldn't just let my voice go.
"Oh, fuck," I said when he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
He let go for a moment to gently shush me and kept on, going to the other breast. I held his head on me and I felt like if he kept going I could cum just like that. I wouldn't mind that at all though, so I let him do it for as long as he wished because I felt so fucking good. After a long, delicious while, he planted a long kiss on by tattoo between my breasts, a reminder of what we'd nearly done that morning, and moved down, planting open mouthed kisses to my stomach and looking up at me just as his hand touched the button of my jeans. He said nothing, and he didn't move, and I knew he was asking for permission. My sweet Daryl. I nodded emphatically and he immediately got to his knees between my legs. Licking his lips, he opened the button and lowered the zipper and wasted no time in lowering my jeans. I helped him by lifting my hips a little and wiggling out of it. The jeans got thrown away mindlessly, Daryl's hands covering my spread inner thighs and firmly and slowly sliding up. My hips were already moving on their own because I needed more, I needed friction, I was sure he could see the wet spot on my panties. His hands nearly reached me then but stopped to pull them out and then I was bare in front of him, my legs spread, hips rounding. He stared, his eyes dark and heavy on me.
"Gonna eat the fuck outta you," he groaned a second before going down on me.
I lost all thought. I was gone then, my mind blank as all there was in the world was Daryl's mouth on me, his tongue moving inside me and then travelling up to suck my clit into his mouth. There was nothing but his groans as he ate me expertly, fingers entering me rhythmically. I covered my mouth with a hand, head thrown deep in the pillow as I fought not to just fucking scream, my breath loud enough already. He was so clearly enjoying it, moaning in pleasure for having me on his mouth, his eyes half closed staring at me, and it's when he saw me go over the edge, a silent scream as I contracted round his fingers and pulsed in his mouth, my hands gripping the blankets and my hips thrusting up in rhythm with the pleasure waves Daryl has eating off of me.
I felt like crying as I came down from it, it'd been so fucking good and I was still feeling it all over my body. Daryl was kissing and softly biting on my left inner thigh when I sat up and pushed him to his knees between my legs. Biting on my lip I looked up at him and I did the same to his jeans as he'd done to mine. He was breathing heavily, lips parted as he licked my taste on them. I lowered his jeans around his knees and wasted no time in grabbing the side of his boxers and lowering them. The waistband got caught on his erection and he reached down to free it, his hard cock jumping free in front of my eyes. He tried to get me to lay down then but I wasn't having it. I wanted him in my mouth so I pushed him to keep on his knees right there.
He understood then and groaned "Sam…" like a question, like a warning, but his words turned into a low, deep moan when I took him in my mouth. A hand held on my locks, his eyes down on me. I took my time to taste him, feel every inch of his cock, learn what made his breath hitch. A hand holding his balls, I took him in deep, took a breath and then went even further, the tip of him in my throat and he cursed aloud, hissing and grabbing my hair even tighter. I slid him out just to shush him as had done to me as I smiled up at him. For some reason this made his eyes roll and his head fall back, and I took him again and kept doing it, taking him deep and sliding back again to suck firmly on the head, and then deep again. And again, and again…
"Fuck," he moaned in a whisper. "Fuck, Sam, fuck… Stop. Stop…"
He made me let go and kept me at bay when I tried to get back. I wouldn't care if the let go in my mouth, I wanted it. I wanted to have Daryl simply let go and come undone for me, but he didn't let me keep on.
"Let me, Daryl," I moaned. "I want it, let me…" I pleaded as he shoved his open shirt off of him.
"Wanna fuck you," he as he pushed me to lay down again, moving on top of me. "Let me fuck you, Sam…"
I may have orgasmed a bit by hearing him growl it.
He half sat half knelt then, trying to get his jeans off awkwardly but was fast enough, and them I was pulling him to me with a hand grabbing his ass as the other held his cock. He let me guide him to the right place, resting his weight on one elbow as the older held up my leg around his waist.
And then he was pushing in, entering me slow and continuously, his eyes locked in mine, our mouths hanging open. When he fully entered me he seemed to lose the capability of keeping his head up, his forehead lowering to my chest and he breathed hard, little whimpers coming from him. He held himself in, deep and grabbing me tight. Without moving he looked up at me and his expression was indescribable. He was in complete awe, his forehead sweaty, his face scrunched and he held his breath and I could feel his body tremble slightly. I was fighting to breath normally and I wanted him to move, to fuck me senseless, but I felt this was as important moment. Somehow I knew I should let him take his time.
I was throbbing with him inside me and I'm sure he could feel it. I held his face in my hands gently to keep him looking at me and I thrusted my hip up. He breathed out and nearly closed his eyes but kept looking deep into mine and I thrusted again. I was aching for more.
"Lie down," I told him in a whisper and he slid out of me, laying down by my side. In a moment I was on top of him, straddling and taking him all in, my hands on his chest. I started riding him slowly but never stopping, going from closing my eyes to just feel him inside me, to looking down at him. His hands travelled up by body to grab a breast as the other gripped my hip tightly as I moved them up and down on him, rising my pace.
"Oh, Daryl… So good… So fuckin' good…"
"Fuck, Sam," his other hand grabbed the back of my neck sending chills all over my body. "You fuckin' amazing. You know how long I wanted this?"
"Tell me," I got faster. "How long, Daryl?"
'First time I wanted you…" he grabbed my hips tightly with his both hands, motioning me on him, "was the first time I laid my eyes on you."
That had been nearly two decades ago when we were just two teenagers. I remembered well because I thought he was so cute and had one of those instant crushes because he was really cute. I went even faster, even stronger, his cock massaging my spot at every pass.
"Oh god… That long?" This knowledge messed up with my control.
"You were really pretty. And now you're fuckin' beautiful…"
"And now I'm your girl," I told him. "And now you get to fuck me."
He growled as he sat up, circled by back with his arm and laid me down again, his cock never sliding out of me, and then… Damn, then he fucked me. With all the passion and strength he had, with all the feelings he could convey into a hard, hot fuck. My legs were up on his shoulders as he sat on his heels, the angle making me come nearly instantly, throbbing and clenching around him. He watched me as I did and I wasn't even starting to come down from it when he lowered my legs from his shoulders to his sides rested his weight on his hands by my sides. And then he fucked me hard, silent but with his breath labored and sweat rolling down his face, keeping his eyes open on me all the time.
But then he closed them, looking up as if to the heavens, and let go. He started to cum inside me, his face something between extreme bliss and a kind of desperation, and his whole body trembled, still thrusting into me in time with his pleasure waves, slowing down gradually. His breath came out in hard huffs, his mouth hanging open. It was beautiful to see. He looked so fucking gorgeous right now and seeing him come undone like this was wonderful. God, I wanted to see it over and over again.
I reached my hands up to his face and he opened his eyes to look down at me, looking strangely surprised by what he had just felt. I pulled him down to me, his weight on my body, I could feel his stomach against my bump but it didn't bother me. We kissed, still breathless, my hand in his hair and travelling down his chest, ribcage and to his ass. He was still inside me and we were both throbbing the after waves. Too breathless to keep kissing, we hugged each other tightly, his hot breath against my neck. I kissed his shoulder and couldn't stop touching him, my hands everywhere I could reach but still avoiding the biggest part of his back.
"Fuck, that was so good…" I whispered after a moment. "So fuckin' good…"
He said nothing, just held me even tighter, an arm circling my back as he thrusted into me one more time, just so he'd stay inside me like he didn't want the moment to be over, he didn't want to get out of me. I could feel out hearts beating fast, couldn't know which was my heart and which was his, and we stayed like that for a long moment until they slowed down and we were breathing normally again.
He lifted his head to look down at me then and must have found my happy, relaxed expression amusing because he laughed a little, looking shy once again. His arm under my back let go and le lowered his hand to my baby bump.
"You ok?" he asked just above a whisper.
I smiled up at him, "I am… Baby is too, don't worry."
He nodded and looked down at where his hand rested, and then he slid down, wetly sliding out of me, and got on level with my stomach. He planted a sweet, tender kiss there, as if he was now caressing the baby too, not only me.
Looking up at me he asked, "Will you let me take care of you? Both of you?"
I didn't answer. There were no words. Was he asking what it felt like he was? Because it felt like he was asking if he could be part of the baby's life. Of my life, of my baby, our baby. Did he want the baby to be his too? I hadn't thought that far yet but he apparently did. Did he want this baby?
I felt my throat tight when I asked "Do you want to? Do you want this baby?"
He kept looking at me for another moment and then nodded, sure of his answer but unsure of how I'd take it. But I smiled seeing him nod and pulled him back up to me. He laid on his side, up on one elbow, looking down at me.
"It's yours then," I whispered looking up at him and my eyes got all wet. "We both yours."