Smoke.
It drifts in thin tendrils through her nostrils, ticking at the hairs in her nose so it instinctively wrinkles to try and remove it. The smell leaves an imprint behind, distorting her dreams. When she wakes from the half conscious dream she was in, Daryl's sat back against the headboard, lit cigarette held loosely between his fingers. The room is dark but for the cherry glowing on the end and the moon. Its mother of pearl sheen paints the walls a ghostly white. Hanging swollen and waxy in the night sky, it has Daryl's attention, his gaze fixed there. Beth watches him for a moment, enjoying seeing him without him seeing her.
Smoke drifts up into the air and curls away into nothingness. He takes another drag, not noticing her awoken state as he rests his wrist on his propped knee. His other hand rubs at his beard and she wonders what he's thinking about, what's going on inside his head. Does he regret what they did? What they've done? What they're doing? Does he want to stop? She doesn't think he does but they really don't talk enough about it for her to know. They really don't talk much at all but for their silent communication and exchanged glances. Taking the cigarette back to his lips, Daryl drags on the filter and then exhales the smoke from his lungs.
"Can I have some?" She asks quietly.
He doesn't startle and it makes her flush, thinking he knew she was awake all along because he sees her. Through all the smoke screens and bullshit he sees her insides, in a way another human being never has before. Sees past the smiles, sees past the facade and instead finds the pain. Pain he shares, pain he understands. Turning his head to her, he offers the cigarette without comment. Beth lies her head back as she takes a drag, the blanket shifting down to expose her breasts. He glances there and she lets him, nipples hardening as she basks in his marvelled expression. The moon and the cigarette is their only light as her lips pull on the filter again.
As he hunkers down next to her, Beth glances at his chest and then reaches out to touch it, dancing her fingers silently over his pecs. The smoke drifts up between them, masking them from the word in wisps of white. The cigarette finished, she leaves her hand on his chest as she reaches over to crush it on the bedside table, burning the wood. The nub falls to the surface and she returns to lie at his side, placing her free hand next to her occupied one. Her hands explore his skin, drifting lazy fingers over his shoulders and biceps, up his neck and into the back of his hair. Throughout it all he purrs like a cat, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her, warming her.
Beth stretches her neck up to take his lips, her eyes fluttering closed as they meet in the middle. Daryl's fingers spear into her hair, taking a fistful as he forces her mouth open with his tongue. They both groan when his wet heat and flavour meets hers, their tongues dancing and playing together, creating a mess of saliva that neither of them care about. He tastes like the cigarette they shared and she finds herself liking it. His other hand pushes under her body and then reaches down to grip her waist from behind, the tips of his fingers brushing the knob of her spine.
Pressing closer to him, she lets out a soft sound of contentment as their nipples brush together, sending pleasing tingles through her chest. Their kiss gets a little more aggressive, Daryl's hand on her trying to pull her up. Rolling with him, she climbs over his body so that she's straddling him, neck lowered to keep their lips connected. With a gasp of surprise, she rolls her hips and remembers all at once that they went to bed naked. His bare cock is hard and hot against her pussy lips and she drowns in his groan as her slit rides his shaft.
Breaking away for air, both of Daryl's hands fall to her waist, slipping out of her hair so that he can move her against him. Moaning softly, Beth reaches up to lightly massage her breasts, marvelling in the wonder dancing across his face. Growling when they connect eyes, Daryl bucks her off and Beth lets him, falling beside him on the mattress. Tendrils of smoke still hang in the air as his hands take a hold of her thighs and tug at them. She finds herself on her stomach, excitement pounding through her at his intentions.
A desperate, hot heat is flowing through her pussy, swelling her tender lips and hooded clit. With both her legs pressed together and raised to her knees, Daryl's own bent legs bracket hers, pressing together with sweat. His cock is thick and long against her soaked slit, gliding in the mess there. Their combined breathing is loud and muggy in the air, dampening her skull and the roots of her hair. Lips parted in anticipation, she grabs a pillow and curls her chest into it, Daryl's hand gripping her hip and his other nudging at her cunt. Beth whimpers under her breath as his knuckles tease at her clit, soft and slow, exploring.
Shaking her head so that her hair will flip to the side, she tries to catch her breath as his thick fingers begin to push into her cunt. Groaning deeply, she squeezes her eyes closed and open as he reaches the first knuckles, stretching his digits so that her walls expand with him. The ache is deep and delicious, leaving her legs trembling as she bites on her lower lip. Daryl's excited breathing makes her spine prickle as he pushes to the second knuckle, stretching her further. Without even a moment to react, he twists them deep inside her and Beth goes cross eyed as she cries out, her nails digging into the pillow squashed against her chest.
"Fuck me," he moans as he does it again, forcing another choked sound out of her.
Pressing deep once more and punching her moan out, Daryl then retracts his two fingers and wipes them against her slit, teasing at her clit for a breath taking moment. Grunting, he grips her arms and forces them palm down so that she's on her hands and knees. The room is so damp she can barely find breath, lost in her palpable excitement.
"Y'ready?" He rumbles as he teases down from her clit to her slit with his cock head.
Beth tries to choke out words but she can't even remember how to articulate herself, so she pushes her hips back instead and hopes he understands. He does because he presses the tip between her tight legs, both of his hands pressing down on her spine to help. She grunts under his pressure, her arms shaking as she lets out a deep groan.
"Jesus, we're nearly there," he mummers dazedly as he continues to push, his cock finally popping into her cunt.
"God, Daryl!"
Another hard thrust and she flowers around his thick girth, swallowing him to the hilt. They cry out simultaneously, the stretch bordering the line of pain so good it's pure pleasure. Drawing back with a shaky breath and sweaty palms on her skin, Daryl is slow and smooth, taking his time to let her heart sky rocket before he slams back in. A shriek gets mangled in her throat and when it finally becomes sound she doesn't quite know what it is but Daryl moans and fucks her again. His hips feel stuttered and agitated, like he hasn't got the angle he wants and he pauses a moment, panting behind her. Beth looks back at him, sweat gliding down her temples as she waits.
After an intense moment of eye contact, he reaches his left hand for her left arm and places it on her ass cheek. Gripping it for him, she finds his cock doesn't feel so tight, sitting more comfortably inside her and she bites her lip on a whimper. He's still not quite happy though and she makes a noise of surprise as he grips her forearm, pulling her left shoulder back. Hissing, Beth adjusts to the angle, still squeezing her lower cheek as she glances back at him. Her whole left side twists into his body with the pull on her arm. Raising his left leg, he plants his foot on the mattress and keeps his right leg on its knee. Then experimentally thrusts. Her mouth pops open at the unreal glide he's found, the angle just right for his cock head to ride the ridges on the front wall of her pussy.
"Ohmygod," she spits out all at once. "Oh my fuckin' God!"
The pressure against her clit from the inside is out of this world, stretching the thin skin so tight it's like an orgasm is already pounding in her nerve endings. She's at a complete loss for coherent words, wanting to tell Daryl how right that is but she doesn't get a chance. Their eyes connect and he bares his teeth as he fucks into her again, deeper. It's a concentrated effort to not collapse on the mattress under his weight but his arm gripping hers, fingers curled around her elbow helps her. To ensure she keeps her balance under his powerful fucking, she wraps her own hand around his forearm, leaving her ass cheek but her body twisted back so that she can keep his eye contact.
It's unbearably intimate watching him as he fucks her, having him watching her right back as he uses all his power to pound the life out of her. Sound is just pouring out of her mouth, endless moaning and keens when he hits just the right spot. The heat in her body is like hell itself, scorching her insides raw. Blood as hot as fire gurgles through her veins, roasting her skin. Sweat glides freely any place it can, Daryl's balls slapping wetly against her clit in a torturing smack. Her nipples are tight and sore, aching with blood and need. The speed of his thrusts never falter, all his strength gathering in his core and hips, powered by his propped leg.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" She chants desperately, fucking her hips back with him.
With another deep thrust and howl, he puts his leg back down but doesn't release her arm, keeping it pulled back as he tucks her legs between his. Having her thighs pressed together leaves her pussy tight as sin despite how wet she is and when he pushes back into her she thinks she loses her mind. So tender and sensitive, her mouth gapes open with a scream when his balls nudge her clit, sending her careening into an orgasm that nearly stops her heart.
"Agh, God, argh," Daryl whines over her, his one hand on her hip and the other gripping her throat, pulling her head back for a deep, wet kiss.
Beth's moans pour into his mouth and she swallows his as he fucks her faster, destroying her ability to speak ever again. In less than three brutal thrusts that leave her with black spots dancing in her vision, he yanks his cock out and then jams it into the curve of her inner thigh with a whine, letting his cum spill down the back of her sweaty skin. Collapsing down, he lets her arm go so that she can curl around her pillow, her shoulder aching as it rests. Daryl curls over her back, his big arms sliding under hers and hugging her tight. Beth doesn't even mind his weight against her back even though the heat of him scorches her skin when she's already sweating so profoundly.
Seemingly feeling the same, he presses a kiss to her sweat soaked hair and rolls off her. Beth turns her head to watch him and smiles when she finds him retrieving a cigarette from the pack on the bedside table. Thrumming with aftershocks, she lays her hand on his trembling belly and just enjoys watching him light the cigarette, the smoke that drifts and curls into the air.
"That was amazin'," she mumbles sleepily.
Daryl turns a warm smile on her, one she can see well now as the sky begins to lighten outside their windows. "Yeah, 't was. You're fuckin' amazin'."
Grinning, her eyes flutter and in another heartbeat, she's asleep.
