Between the Thorns
Chapter 22
Daryl woke up with his morning erection pressed against what he was now certain was the best piece of ass in the entire state of Virginia. He pulled Jean closer, rubbing the tip of his nose up the back of her neck and breathing in deeply. She still smelled of lavender and soap. But now it was tempered with something more woodsy and masculine. It took Daryl a moment to realize he was smelling himself on Jean and in her hair. He never slept with a woman long enough to embed his scent into her before. And he liked the idea of her smelling like him. This must be why dogs pee on trees.
A soft sigh escaped her lips and Jean arched her back as she stretched her body out. Daryl didn't think she could get any closer to him. Their bodies were already locked together and had been the entire night. But she tried, arching her back again and humming when her ass rubbed against his dick. Daryl stayed frozen in place. But just for a moment. That was all the time it took him to remember that there was no point in holding himself back any longer. He already had her. More than once. And he married her. Something that Daryl never even considered he might do with any woman no matter how attractive she was. Fucking Jean again wasn't going to change his situation. Or hers. And what she told him the other night was right. They didn't choose this. But since it was happening anyway, he might as well enjoy it.
Daryl tucked his finger inside the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down off her hips to bare her ass. He shoved his sweats down next, groaning at the feel of her warm skin pressing against his erection. He thrust between her cheeks in a clumsy attempt to enter her from behind. But the angle was off, because instead of penetrating her he was just rubbing his dick back and forth across her opening. He could feel her arousal, coating the top side of his now throbbing erection. And the smell of her pussy was driving him wild with the need to possess her.
Daryl sat up, rolling Jean onto her back and ripping her shorts down her legs. They tangled up around her ankles. Instead of taking the time to work them the rest of the way off, Daryl just slid her feet up and shoved her legs apart. He positioned himself between the tender flesh of her thighs, trailing his hand down the inside of one leg until he reached her core. He swirled his thumb around her clit once before he grabbed his dick and used his hand to guide it. His head slipped inside her slick folds easily. As he pushed deeper, her walls clenched around him. He ignored the resistance, shoving his entire length inside her in one hard pump. Jean arched her back, hissing as her tender insides were forced open. Her feet were pinned to the bed, her legs splayed open. The tendons in her thighs were stretched taut. She woke up with her insides already throbbing with need. And the feel of being dominated and taken so forcefully was only adding to her arousal.
"Do it again," she encouraged. "Fuck me harder."
He groaned into her neck. Her dirty talk nearly undid him. Daryl took a few deep breaths. And then he did what she asked him and slammed into her again. She cried out, her hands moving down to dig into his shoulders. When he pushed into her a third time, he felt her walls convulsing around him. He raised up onto his elbows, pumping his hips and he pushed in and out of her slick pussy as fast and hard as he could. She came again, arching her back and digging her nails into him hard enough to leave marks behind. The second rush of heat and fluid inside her was all he could take. He came with another low groan, filling her with his own emissions. He collapsed on top of her, crushing her slim body under his for just a moment before he rolled off and flopped on his back, trying to catch his breath. Jean jerked the blankets back over their naked bodies as the bedroom door swung open.
"MOM!," Lily whined, "I'm hungry!" Jean suggested the girl eat one of the snacks she kept in the cupboard specifically for her. But apparently, there was nothing worth snacking on in the apartment. Because Lily only whined louder as she continued on with her complaints.
"I'll take ya to the caf if ya get out of this room RIGHT NOW," Daryl offered, pointing towards the door. Jean buried her face in her pillow, her body shaking with laughter as Lily scrambled out of the room and slammed the door shut behind her.
"I'll get dressed and take her down for breakfast," Jean said, "...you don't have to." Daryl pushed her back down onto her pillow, capturing her mouth with his.
"It's fine," he assured her. "I'll take 'er down to eat and we'll bring back breakfast fer you and Rose." Jean nodded her agreement, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his body back flush with hers. He slid his hand under her shirt, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the hard bud of her nipple as his tongue tangled up with hers. A loud impatient knocking on their bedroom door cut their little makeout session short.
"Don't ya come back in 'ere," Daryl warned the girl. "... or I ain't takin' ya nowhere!" Just in case she decided not to listen, Daryl tossed away the sweats he slept in and hurried to pull on his jeans. He noticed Jean was lying back on her pillow with a little smile on her pretty face, clearly enjoying the view. He pulled his shirt on and headed for the door before Lily had a chance to start pounding on it again. Rose saw that Daryl and Lily were planning to leave and go to the cafeteria. And she immediately started hollering about not wanting to go. Daryl informed her that there was no reason to throw a fit, because not a dang person invited her to go anywhere in the first place. Then he headed out the door Lily in tow, unaware that Jean was in the bedroom nearly laughing herself right out of bed at the interaction Daryl just had with her daughters. For someone that never had kids of his own, Jean thought he was doing well. He was being his genuine self with them, which in the end, was all the girls really needed and wanted from him. Jean would worry about tomorrow when tomorrow came. For now she decided to hold on to this little slice of happiness for as long as it would last.