A/N: "Everlong" by Foo Fighters (covered by The Color Morale).

everlong

He tried. He really did. But it felt like she'd drained every single ounce he had left out through his cock, exploding in one magnificent, drawn-out orgasm. The very sight of her perfect body, the feel of her hands on his chest, the heat radiating out from between her legs - it had all been more than enough to send the blood rushing straight to his dick all over again.

But for some reason, it didn't.

He certainly had the desire, there was no doubt about that. There was nothing he wanted more than to delve into her soft, wet cunt and fuck her until she was screaming. He needed to return the sensation of ecstasy that she'd so selflessly given him, needed to show her - again - just how much she meant to him. He needed her to know without a doubt that he was indescribably grateful for every second he got to spend wrapped up in her naked form, worshipping every inch of her bare body.

He needed her to want to return to him again.

But it simply wasn't happening. She didn't seem to care much, and she assured him that she hadn't expected any favors in return. She tried to convince him that she'd done that for both of them. Yet it didn't ease his anxiety. He knew she was too nice to admit how disappointed she actually was. He could've swore he could see it in her eyes.

And the admonishing thoughts rapidly surfaced at the back of his mind, full-blown paranoia kicking into high gear and making him question everything. He couldn't stop himself from wondering if a younger guy could pleasure her better than he could. A guy her age, who still had stamina and energy and the ability to come and then immediately get hard again and go for round two. And three. And four. Maybe what he was seeing in her eyes was regret; the realization that she'd just wasted her entire evening with a sad old man who couldn't even get hard twice in one night. A pathetic ex-boyfriend who couldn't return the favor when she needed it most.

He nearly made himself sick with the thought that he was getting so old, he couldn't even worship Beth's body properly. That maybe she really was better off without him. Better off with someone her own age. That maybe, if she weren't so fucking nice, she'd be telling him that she wished he had the same stamina as when they'd first started sleeping together. Or maybe that she wished he had the same stamina as Jimmy.

She was tired, though. Struggling to hold up heavy eyelids, muscles weakened and body drained of energy. He watched her move slowly and leisurely as she slipped her camisole back on, and then she was practically collapsing against him on the couch, wrapping her arms around his middle and burying her face in his chest. They fell back together and curled up with each other, bare skin against bare skin as he lay on the couch in nothing but his boxers and she melded against him in nothing but her panties and thin camisole top. She was radiating warmth like a tiny space heater again, but he immediately let it consume him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

Before he could suggest they move to the bedroom, he felt her going slack against him, her small frame completely relaxing and growing ten pounds heavier in his arms. He sighed in defeat when he realized her breathing had steadied right along with her heartbeat, and admitted to himself that he didn't have the energy to pick her up and carry her to the bed. Nor did he have the willpower to wake her up and make her move. What if she woke up and suddenly remembered that she needed to leave?

No, he wanted to cherish this moment. This night, this closeness. He wanted to milk it for all it was worth. And he didn't want to try to fall asleep alone with her scent still permeating his skin.

The credits were rolling on the TV screen for the Netflix movie they'd been watching, a suggestion for another movie similar to it popping up in the corner and demanding attention. Daryl glanced at the clock to find that it had just passed four in the morning. He looked down to the soundly sleeping form wrapped around his body, the abyss of blonde hair spread out over his chest and arm. He squeezed her a little tighter and inhaled a deep breath filled with her familiar and comforting scent.

A few minutes of lying still, holding her close to him and internally arguing with himself, and then he was carefully reaching over to grab his phone from where it sat near the edge of the coffee table. He made sure not to disturb her while he unlocked the screen and opened his text messages, quietly typing out a text to Dwight and reading over it through squinted eyes before tapping Send. Then he set the phone back down, carefully and quietly, before muting the TV and wrapping his arm around her once more.

Hey can you let Joe know I can't come in today? Been up all night sick as shit, think I got that stomach bug going around. See you on Monday.

With his head resting on the pillow he'd brought out to the couch, the blanket thrown over their intertwined forms, and the glow of the Netflix menu basking over them, he closed his eyes and snuggled into her. And within moments, he'd drifted off to a deep sleep, his mind filled with nothing but Beth, Beth, Beth. I love you, I love you, I love you.

It started raining while they were sleeping. The sky had been overcast for the last two days, but it finally came to fruition in the pre-dawn hours while they lay wrapped up together beneath a blanket on the couch, heater vents steadily humming on the walls around them, bare skin glistening with shared perspiration in the warmth of the apartment and their closeness.

It was the thunder that woke Daryl up first. A sharp crack, loud and resonating outside, echoing through the whole city and nearly shaking the building. His eyes popped open and his body jerked reactively, but as soon as he comprehended his surroundings and heard the low rumbles of thunder that followed, the familiar pattern of raindrops falling steadily atop the roof, he relaxed. A bright flash filled the sky outside the windows, very briefly lighting up the inside of the apartment. Then more rumbling, trembling claps of heavenly disturbance. The pattering of water continued, falling upon the roof above him as well as every other surface outside, echoing an unmistakable rhythm throughout the city.

Yet she didn't react even once. She remained completely unaware and undisturbed, sleeping deeply and breathing heavily against him. Every couple of minutes, a light snoring sound would escape her throat, and he could feel the small patch of drool on his chest that stemmed from the corner of her mouth. But he didn't mind. Actually, he kind of liked it.

Well, he really liked it. To the point that he wrapped his arms tighter around her and closed his eyes, breathing in her scent, letting the mixture of melodic and comforting sounds fill his ears and lull him back to sleep.

Her soft, quiet breathing. The falling rain outside. The low rumbles of thunder. The mechanical hum of central heating. And her heartbeat, strong and steady and pulsing in time with his own.

There was absolutely nowhere else he'd rather be.

He woke up again a few hours later. It was still early morning and the sun had brightened the sky, though only barely. Everything outside was coated in gray, and the rain was continuing its steady pattering atop every surface of the city. Thunder rumbled low and ominous, rattling glass and warning the earth of the blinding flashes of light to follow. Everything seemed to have slowed down and quieted in the early hours of the gloomy morning, and they barely stirred beneath the blanket while the vents hummed to life and poured out fresh waves of hot air.

When he lifted his heavy eyelids and gazed down through a haze of sleep, he saw her eyelashes fluttering, and then bright blue eyes were blinking rapidly and darting around curiously. He watched the recognition settle over her and felt her relax against him once she remembered where she was and registered everything that was happening.

Then her eyes widened and she lifted her head abruptly to look at him. He blinked back at her, brow furrowing.

"Daryl - aren't you s'posed to be at work?!" She asked, panicked.

He smirked and urged her to relax into him once more, softly shaking his head. "Nah, Joe texted me an' told me not ta come in," he mumbled sleepily. Lying because he was too ashamed to admit he'd blown off work for just a few more hours with her. "Ain't got nowhere else ta be."

She immediately melted into him, humming out a quiet, "Oh."

Then she was nuzzling into his chest, pressing herself as close to his body as she could get, before her breathing steadied again and he felt her drifting back to sleep. He pushed back the dread that was beginning to form at the thought of her leaving, the prospect of having to wake up and watch her walk out his door. The reminder that he had no idea when he'd see her again, or if he'd ever get to sleep like this with her again.

He tightened his arms around her and closed his eyes, listening to the melodic rhythm of the rain and thunder, matching it with her quiet breaths and heartbeat. It morphed into a beautiful song inside his head. A symphony consisting of nothing but her body and the forces of nature.

And when sleep enveloped him once again, his mind was filled with Beth, I love you, Beth, please stay.

They stirred awake again a few hours later. It was past noon, but the dreariness outside hadn't let up. The sky was barely brighter than before, still rumbling and cracking with thunder, bright and brief flashes of lightning that lit up everything for seconds at a time. The rain was continuous atop the roof, washing over the city in sporadic bursts. As though the heavens were trying to purge themselves of something impure.

And Daryl found himself still wrapped up in Beth, the blanket tangled around their legs and half-covering their bare torsos. Her skin was pale against his and sticky with perspiration. She had her arm wrapped tightly around his middle, holding him so close that he couldn't bear to pry her off, not even to get up and go to the bathroom. They seemed to resume consciousness simultaneously, and he could feel her breathing changing and her muscles flexing against him. Then she was humming sleepily and nuzzling her face into his chest, thin arms tightening around him.

It sent a surge of warmth through him, peppered with the light sting of yearning. He wanted to wake up like this every single morning. And the way she was snuggling into him, pulling him closer, clinging to him like a life raft in the middle of the ocean… it made him think that maybe she wanted to wake up like this every morning, too.

Or maybe it was just an old reflex. Another bout of muscle memory, like when she'd come in and made herself at home on his raggedy little couch. Some things were just impossible to forget.

But then she was turning her head and looking up at him through sleep-clouded eyes, and a lazy smile formed on her lips. He blinked slowly, silently responding with a half-smile of his own. The warmth bloomed wide and full in his chest once again.

"Mornin'," she mumbled, voice hoarse from sleep.

"Mornin'," he croaked, giving her small frame a squeeze with his arm. She raised her eyebrows and he cleared his throat, then he said, "Gotta pee."

She smiled wider and rubbed her eyes, quickly pulling away and sitting up. "Oh - hurry up, I gotta go, too," she said, yawning as she scooted over and retracted her limbs, giving him the space he needed to sit up and get off the couch.

He grunted and headed to the bathroom, stumbling a bit at first as he tried to fully wake up and regain all his motor skills. His body was heavy with exhaustion and his mouth was horribly dry, a bitter taste left over from the whiskey lingering on his tongue. But he had to admit, he hadn't slept that well in months. Maybe even years. He felt like he could curl back up with her and sleep for another eight or ten or twelve hours.

When he left the bathroom, she quickly got up and rushed in, shutting the door behind her. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, gulping down nearly half the bottle as he stood on the cold tile in nothing but his boxers. She emerged from the bathroom a couple of minutes later and joined him, helping herself to his water bottle and taking a few hearty swallows before handing it back over.

Before he could reach out for her or say anything, she was turning and walking toward the bedroom, feet shuffling and barely lifting as she seemed to drag herself through the apartment while only half-awake. He remained standing in the kitchen, watching her curiously.

"We goin' back ta bed?" He asked.

She paused in the doorway to his bedroom and glanced over her shoulder at him, blinking slowly and shrugging. "You don't have to, but I'm gonna lay back down."

Without another word, he followed her, heart surging with renewed hope. They left their clothes in a pile on the living room floor and their phones sitting on the coffee table, retreating to the safety of his big, empty bed. He set the water bottle on the nightstand and curled up beneath the comforter with her. Sparse bits of sunlight were leaking in through the windows, drenched in gray water that left a haze over the small room.

Outside, people were going about their days. Commuting to work and school, heading to lunch, taking care of their families and socializing with friends, braving the cold air and even colder rain. But in here, Beth and Daryl were sloughing off every responsibility and hiding together. They were shutting out the rest of the world and losing themselves in a narrow, bottomless pit of old comforts and unbreakable habits. Building a cocoon around each other that consisted of central heating, soft blankets, and the smell of sex and flowery shampoo.

There was a few minutes of writhing around together, getting comfortable, nuzzling into one another and cuddling closer for warmth. Neither of them had bothered to put on shirts. Her nipples were hard against his bare chest and she pressed herself against him, squirming around restlessly. Then she was planting light kisses along his collarbone, across the expanse of his exposed throat. Her arms were wrapped around him, fingers barely grasping the skin of his shoulder blades.

She was humming with contentment again from low in her throat, sending a soft vibration through his whole chest. Her breasts were pressed softly against him and before he could do anything to prevent it, he felt the subtle twitching of his cock as it came to life beneath his boxers. He slid his hands down to cup her ass, fluidly slipping his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties to grasp handfuls of bare skin.

"Mmm," he purred reflexively when her lips grazed the pulsepoint on his neck. "Thought you were tired."

She exhaled a hot breath across his skin and pushed her ass up into his hands, urging him to grasp harder. And he did.

Her voice was still heavy with sleep, but there was something else lacing it, too. And he could feel it ghosting over his neck as she planted another kiss and whispered, "Not that tired. Yet..."

His cock twitched much more noticeably this time and she brushed her thigh against it meaningfully, leaning into him and trailing kisses up his jaw until her lips were meeting his. He had no choice in the matter - his body had already made the decision for him. Not that he would've disagreed anyway.

He gripped her ass and pulled her in closer, silently begging for more friction against his rapidly growing erection. This was the first time he'd woken up without morning wood in several months, and he had a pretty good idea why. But thankfully, it didn't matter right now. He was having absolutely no trouble regaining the stamina and desire that had emptied out of him the night before. It seemed that a few solid hours of sleep had done his body some good, and the pressure was already beginning to build in that indescribable spot deep within him, somewhere below the very bottom of his stomach.

Her body was already warm and getting hotter by the second, and she was pressing herself to him, desperately grasping at his back and pulling him closer, grinding herself against his groin harder and harder. Their mouths were colliding, tongues grappling aggressively, lips quickly growing red and swollen and wet with shared saliva. He could feel the heat between her legs rising, radiating outward and inviting him closer.

He broke away for air and gasped out, "Stay with me - till you gotta go ta work. I'll give you a ride. Jus' stay here with me."

He barely lifted his eyelids to see her gazing at him, wide blue eyes sparkling and pupils growing wider, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Ain't you got somethin' more important ta do?"

Those words stung. But she'd pressed herself tighter against him while she said it and ended up leaving him confused, unsure of how to interpret the mixed messages she was constantly sending. Did she need reassurance before she could allow herself to fall back into the cradle of being isolated with him? Or was she just trying to remind him, once again, of another one of the shortcomings that had brought them to this point?

Another one of his massive fuck-ups that he could never quite atone for. How could he ever make her believe that she was a priority when he'd spent so many years proving the opposite? Where was he even supposed to start?

Here, he reckoned. It was as good a place as any. And he had to start somewhere.

So he kissed her, hard, stealing her very breath from between her parted lips. And he ground his pelvis into hers, wordlessly begging for more friction, more her against his skin. And when he felt her chest stuttering, her nipples hardening and poking into him all over again, he pulled his face back briefly.

"There ain't a single goddamn thing I'd choose over this. Today or any day."

Her eyelids fluttered and she remained breathless, cornflower blues searching his face as though she wasn't quite sure whether she should believe him or not. Then she pressed her mouth to his and his eyes fell shut and he melted into her for the millionth time, relishing in the way her fingers seemed to grasp at his back a little more frantically; the way she kissed him a little more desperately, and her body pushed against him like she couldn't get close enough.

Did she believe him? Or was she just giving in to a craving and allowing herself to be weak for a day?

It didn't really matter. Not anymore. Not when she was so close and so hot and practically pleading for him to touch her, for him to relieve the pressure that had built up several hours before. The fresh memory of her soft lips around his hard cock, her throat flexing as she drained him dry, flashed through his mind and sent a rush of blood between his legs. His heart sped up and he kissed her a little harder, a little more hungrily.

He briefly wondered if she was thinking of the night before, too. If it made her pussy quiver to remember how intensely she'd made him come, how limitless their boundaries were. Did she have any idea that she was the only woman he would ever allow to touch him like that? Did she even realize that he'd never, ever come like that before, whether by himself or with anyone else?

He wasn't sure, but the way she pushed against him and took charge, the way she moved with confidence and self-assurance, gave him a bit of an idea. She certainly wasn't oblivious to the power she held over him.

Neither was he, though. He offered no resistance, giving in to her every will and interpreting her every silent motion. Following the invisible map that was etched into her skin and echoed in her body language. Ignoring the quiet voice at the back of his head telling him that it wouldn't last, that there was nothing he could do to change things and it would only end up hurting them both when it was all said and done.

But when had fucking her ever been a bad thing? Despite whatever happened, he never once regretted laying down and intertwining himself with her. Not once did he ever wish that he hadn't kissed her, hadn't fingered her, hadn't fucked her or fell asleep with her or told her that she was the sweetest tasting woman he'd ever had in his mouth.

He never regretted saying 'I love you' either, not even for a second.

He still couldn't convince himself that it wasn't making love with her. Even after all the months apart, even with the alcohol and the bad decisions and the treacherous path full of mistakes and hurtful words that had led them there. It wasn't just a toe dip into the cold pond of nostalgia for him - it was a full submersion into an abyss of need where he absolutely could not breathe without her.

They weren't just friends. They could never be 'just friends' - that wasn't possible for them. Not for him. Definitely not for her. And he knew the charade couldn't last long. She cared too damn much and she was awful at hiding it. She was also awful at resisting temptation. But how would she explain it away this time? Friends, best friends… fucking, dating, back together? How the fuck was he supposed to explain it to himself?

It didn't matter. He didn't care. Couldn't care. Didn't have the capacity to care. Not with her carnal heat so palpable against his thigh, not when he could feel her getting wet as they kissed and his fingers dug into the twin crevices below her pert little ass.

All he wanted was to feel the tight walls of her cunt constricting around him and her teeth digging into the soft flesh of his neck. To hear her breathy moans and high-pitched squeals, to hear her begging him for release. He needed to return the incredible favor she'd done for him. He needed her to know how much he appreciated her, how much he would always appreciate her. Even if he couldn't perform quite as well as the younger guys who were competing for her attention.

(But she'd come back after last time, so maybe he'd given her a reason to return - maybe it didn't matter that he didn't have the stamina of a twenty-something-year-old. Maybe all that mattered was that he knew her, and she was comfortable with him, and they could do things together that they could never do with anyone else. Was that enough to keep her interested?)

He had an irresistible desire to prove to her that he was the only one who could read her body like a memorized book. The only one who could lower her defenses and give her everything she craved, everything she secretly needed. The only one who could really satisfy her.

How many more nights and mornings would it take before she believed him? How many other men - boys - whose faces he'd never even see would he have to compete with?

When their mouths broke apart this time, it was her doing, and her breathing was hot and heavy against his parted lips. He barely lifted his eyelids to see a sleepy smile on her face.

Then she mumbled, "Guess I could stay fer a few more hours… we gotta leave by three, though, so I can stop at Brittany's an' shower before - "

He cut her off by kissing her again, swallowing the remaining words she'd been about to speak. He groaned in his throat when she tightened her grasp on him in response, and he could feel her smiling wider against his mouth. It sent another rush of blood to his twitching cock.

Unable to wait any longer, he grabbed her purposefully and rolled their conjoined bodies over until she was lying on her back beneath him, caged in by his arms and broad frame. He didn't stop kissing her even as she yelped in surprise, and then he was pushing his hips into hers, intentionally brushing his barely-covered erection across her inner thigh.

He nibbled on her lower lip and pulled back to gaze down at her with hooded eyes, finding her pupils wide and black, her cheeks flushed pink and lips red. "Don' worry - I'll getcha everywhere ya need ta be today." Then he kissed her again, hard and hungry.

He could tell that she understood exactly what he meant, and that he really meant it. She bucked into him, silently pleading for more friction and more closeness, kissing him desperately and shoving her tongue into his mouth. She urged his hard-on against her thigh, pushing the warmth that lay between her legs closer until he could feel the damp cotton of her panties through his boxers.

A shudder ran through his whole body and he growled, grounding his pelvis down into her and gaining delicious friction between their thinly-veiled arousals. Her breathing stuttered and she bit down on his lower lip, eliciting a deeper growl from his throat. She was getting noticeably wetter, noticeably hotter. And he was feeling less and less inhibited, but not because of alcohol this time.

He was getting drunk solely on the lust she'd filled him with. He was getting drunk on her.

He dragged his lips away from hers, trailing sloppy kisses across her cheek and down her neck, pausing to mumble against pebbled skin, "I wanna feel that wet li'l pussy around my cock, baby…"

She shivered so intensely that it wracked her body and he could feel her nipples hardening against his bare chest, the goosebumps that were travelling up and down her arms and legs. The heat between her thighs had become like a tiny oven, and he pressed his throbbing cock against it until he could feel her moist, supple lips grazing him through the fabric. He continued kissing her neck, digging his teeth in gently as he ground down into her again.

Suddenly, her hips bucked up into him hard, and her fingernails dug into his back and she was moaning out a sound of half-ecstasy and half-torture. Then she was whimpering and begging him, "Fuck me, baby. Please."

It was at that point that Daryl's instincts took over and he realized he absolutely could not wait any longer. Even if it meant coming within two minutes and disappointing Beth again, he needed to be inside her. Right now.

In one fluid motion, he slipped his hand down between their bodies and inside her dampened panties, immediately pressing his fingers against her swollen clit and rubbing it for a few long seconds, relishing in the shudders that were wracking her body and the way her fingernails were digging into the skin of his back. Then he slid his fingers down through her folds, quickly finding the main source of intense heat and a pool of arousal waiting for him.

He shoved one digit easily inside her wet entrance and his breath hitched in his chest as she gasped in response before pressing down onto his finger, urging him deeper inside. Her juices leaked out across his hand and his cock twitched reactively, aching with need, precome soaking a spot through his boxers. He pressed his thumb against her clit and continued the pressure in time with his curling fingers within her walls.

She was trembling around him, breathing in small squeals and gasps, rocking her hips into his hand while he delved deeper, until he felt that tiny wall of pressure at his fingertips. Her pussy quivered around his digits and he felt his hand getting wetter, so he pressed his thumb harder against her clit and stroked that spot inside her, barely able to focus on his own breathing. His face was buried in the crook of her neck and he sporadically kissed her, nibbling lightly with every few curls of his fingers. Her squeals quickly escalated into moans, high and loud, filling his ears and making his cock throb until it was aching.

Then she froze, and her muscles tensed against him as her moaning paused. Half a second later, she was coming into his hand, the pressure releasing around his fingers like a bursting dam. The sounds of pleasure were trapped in her throat and slowly poured out once the first intense wave of her climax had passed and unclenched her muscles. She rode it out, shakily rocking her hips out of time with his hand. Her fingernails gradually released their grip on his back and her mouth found his. She kissed him slowly, her bottom lip still trembling, and gasped into his mouth when he slipped his fingers out.

He immediately hooked his thumb beneath the elastic of her panties and tugged them down. They broke apart just long enough for her to pull them off her legs and toss them aside while he quickly took off his boxers. His cock jutted out between them, painfully engorged, head glistening with precome. The ache below his stomach had turned into a heavy weight that sunk down into his balls, and feeling her legs wrapping tightly around him, her bare thigh grazing against his hard dick as she yanked him in closer to her and kissed him feverishly, only sent more of that weight straight downward.

Between his seeping precome and her tender, soaking cunt, it was an effortless entrance inside her. She'd already pulled him close and brought him into the curled cradle of her petite form, but then she whispered against his lips, "I need your dick, baby." And that was the last tiny push he required.

The tight, swollen walls of her pussy quivered around him as he pushed inside, wet warmth swallowing up his entire length and sending a bolt of ecstasy through his body. He couldn't stifle the moan that escaped his throat, biting down on her bottom lip instead.

She bucked up into him and shoved him deeper inside, letting out a moan that nearly matched his. He thrust into her greedily, hitting that spot like he'd been magnetized to it, and she keened high and loud. Her chest pressed against his and her legs tightened around him and she panted breathlessly, silently urging him to do it again. He could feel her juices seeping out and down their thighs and he could faintly hear the familiar sound they made as he repeatedly shoved himself inside her, barely audible over her loud breathing and high-pitched moans.

He nearly forgot to breathe while he was inside of her, too enraptured with her every sound and movement, with the way she tasted on his lips and the way she grasped at him with an insatiable thirst. Then he buried his face into the crook of her neck again and breathed in the smell of her hair, kissing her collarbone and the tender parts of her exposed throat. The heat around his cock was building to an excruciating level, matching the pressure that was continuously rising within him.

It was almost like he was overflowing - like it was impossible to keep himself from bursting open atop her. She filled his lungs and his mouth and his entire body with an emotion so thick and palpable that he had to let some of it out just so he could breathe properly.

"I love you, baby," he growled against her throat. "Fuck, I love you."

She shuddered beneath him and her legs tightened around him in response. He felt her chest heave and her hips buck up into his, jutting bones digging into soft muscle and sending a delicious mixture of pain and ecstasy pulsing through his cock. He thrust into her hard and drank in the tiny gasp that elicited from her open mouth.

"I love you," she breathed out. She couldn't say anymore because she was immediately gasping again when he shoved himself inside her even harder, unable to control his sudden reaction to those words hitting his ears.

The pressure was intensifying, building and building to the point of becoming unbearable. But she was getting close, too - he could feel it. He could hear it in the familiar pattern of her breathing and moaning. He finally gave up trying to hold back and instead focused on timing his climax with hers, keeping up the steady rhythm that their rocking hips had formed together until she was barely breathing and her walls were impossibly tight around his engorged cock.

Then it was bursting against the head of his dick, releasing and engulfing him in a fresh onslaught of heat. The trembling waves of her cunt around him finally sent him over the edge, and as she broke apart beneath him and succumbed to the rush of her orgasm, he felt his own rapidly rising to the surface.

He couldn't even focus enough to form words, and his warning came out as a strained grunt against her neck as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. But she could recognize the signals, and he was almost certain she could feel the effects inside her, even amidst the overwhelming sensations of her own climax.

And she gripped his back a little harder and pressed herself a little tighter against him and moaned out in a desperate plea, "Say my name, baby."

Without so much as a second of hesitation, Daryl thrust up into her intently and succumbed to the orgasm that wanted to consume him. And while his cock erupted hot and thick inside her and he released every last bit he had into the warm depths of her cunt, he groaned out with torturous bliss, "Oh, Beth…!"

Seconds later, with stars still flickering in the backs of his eyelids and flooding his head, he felt her mouth against his, kissing him hungrily. He bucked into her again, aftershocks running their course through his body, draining the last of his come from his swollen cock. She trembled beneath him but didn't pull away, and her legs barely loosened their firm grip around his thighs.

After that, all he could really feel was her warm palm against his cheek as her other hand lightly carded through his hair. All he could hear was the steady pattering of rain on the rooftop above them, and the low thunder rolling through the sky.

And then her throaty voice filled his ears, anchoring him back down to earth just before he began to float away.

"'M glad you didn't have ta work today."

He reflexively smirked and mumbled back, "'M glad you stayed."

to be continued...