Chapter 13
"Maybe we should go…" was all Daryl got out before Emma answered quickly, "Yes…the bedroom."
Emma got up off Daryl's lap and together they went into her room. Daryl swore a silent vow that no matter what he wasn't going to let anything interrupt them this time. He drew Emma back into his arms as they stood next to the bed. He just held onto her for a little bit, smiling as he felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest. His was doing the same.
Emma brought her hands up between them and starting to unbutton Daryl's shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders and it fell to the floor instantly forgotten. The fingers of her left hand traced the devil tattoo on his biceps.
Her gentle touch on his arm made him want her to touch him everywhere. His light blue eyes darkened with hunger as they met her smiling ones. Daryl pushed her back towards the bed and when Emma's legs hit the edge of the mattress she stopped. Their lips met again as they couldn't get enough of tasting each other. Daryl was the one this time that pulled Emma's shirt over her head and Emma let her loose bra just slip off.
She sat down on the bed scooting backwards until she reached the pillows. Daryl followed Emma every inch, never taking his eyes off her as they both slowly lay down on the bed. Their lips touched, their tongues clashed and Daryl's hands roamed all over her.
Daryl had never touched a body like hers before. It was sheer perfection to him. His hands were tentative at first, but then grew more confidence as he realized Emma wanted this as much as he did. He squeezed and massaged her breasts as Emma lightly moaned next to him. He took it further and rubbed her pert nipple between his fingers and Emma moaned even louder. He had never tried to be gentle with a girl before and he found he really loved it.
"She has the best fuckin' tits I've ever seen or touched," he thought to himself. "She belongs in Playboy with this body. She has my dick so hard, it's 'bout to explode and I ain't even in her yet. Fuck."
He let his lips travel down her body until they stopped at her breast. His eyes briefly met hers before he turned his attention back to her luscious breast. Daryl used his tongue first to taste her nipple, and then his whole mouth descended upon it. Emma arched her back as tiny little shocks flowed through entire body. All Emma could think about was that she wanted his mouth everywhere on her body.
Emma wondered what was happening to her. No one had ever made her feel this way before. Sure she had enjoyed sex before and the act of if always turned her on, but this was different. It was almost like she was on fire with all of her nerve endings were alive at the same time. It was so intense and he had barely started to touch her, what would happen when he really did? Emma wanted more, so much more from him right then, but she also did not want his mouth to leave her breast. It just felt so damn incredible.
"Like?" he asked in a deep growl.
"Oh God…yes. Don't stop…not yet," she moaned.
Hearing the desire in her voice excited Daryl even more. His mouth continued to control her left breast and he now brought his hand up to squeeze her right. Emma was practically writhing on the bed next to him. Now his hand left her breast and skimmed down her stomach to the top of her jeans. One handed he popped the button and slowly lowered the zipper.
His mouth released her breast started to travel down her body. Emma instantly felt the loss and wanted to cry out, until it registered in her lust filled brain that he was going to take her pants off. If she could have wished them instantly away she would have.
Daryl used both hands to pull her jeans off her hips and Emma raised them slightly. Soon she was left only dressed her in pale pink panties. He went to lie back next to her, when Emma laughed huskily, "Oh no. Yours need to go too."
Daryl gave her wicked smile and had his jeans off in a second. He was left in his boxers. He moved so he was half lying on her as the need to kiss her again was all he could think of.
Emma loved the feel of his skin against hers. The pressure of his hard erection against her thigh made the wetness between her legs even worse. Daryl held her face with his right hand while they kissed and used the pad of his thumb to caress her cheek. He finally moved himself so now he lay directly on top of Emma, with his hard shaft pressing against her sex. There was still the thin cloth barrier of their underwear between them, but together they started moving back and forth rubbing against each other. It wasn't long before neither of them could take it any longer.
All it took was Emma whispering the word 'please' to Daryl for then to take the final step. He rolled off her and pulled off the boxers with one hand, while Emma quickly shimmied out of her panties. They were both completely naked and they each took a moment to gaze at each other's bodies.
Daryl still saw perfection in Emma's and she saw how hard he as for her. He positioned himself over her, with the tip of his cock touching her wet mound. He hesitated for a brief moment, his inexperience with romance making him question himself. Emma spread her legs further apart and that was all the encouragement he needed. Daryl entered her slowly inch by inch, not wanted to hurt her. Emma instead thrust her hips up so he was fully inside of her.
They both gasped and froze, until he pulled out and pushed inside her again and again. Emma felt insanely good. She couldn't put together words, so all she could do was moan her response. She had never been this desperate for a man before.
"So that's how you want it," he said his voice deep with lust as he consistently plunged his dick inside of her. He never remembered being this hard before or his body so needing a release this quickly.
"Oh…yes," was all Emma could say. Her body was on fire and it demanded more. Her hips met him stroke for stroke as they moved as one. She wrapped her arms around him, and held him as tight as she could. She could hear his breathing become more ragged as he closed in on his orgasm. The friction of his body against hers kept her own passion soaring. His strokes became stronger and deeper.
"Oh God Em, I can't hold on," he groaned as spasm after spasm flowed through him. With her body already on fire Emma joined her orgasm with his. Daryl felt her convulse under him as he spilled into her. They collapsed together, spent and exhausted.
Neither of them moved for several minutes, as they lay drained. They both felt that something had changed between them. It was not a simply blending of their bodies during sex, it was a bonding between them. It was the ultimate joining of soulmates.
Daryl felt himself slip out of Emma and he rolled off her to the side. He cradled her in his strong arms until he found the energy to say a single word, "Wow."
"Yeah…wow," Emma echoed burying her head in his shoulder. "Wow."
They didn't need words to confirm that what they had just experienced was of the charts incredible. Now the act of simply laying together in each other's arms was all they needed. Took him thirty seven years, but Daryl had finally experienced what making love was and not just fucking. He wanted to do it over and over again. He just had to wait until he could get hard again, but if he could spend the entire night buried inside her he would. He wished he was twenty again.
Daryl stroked her hair for a while and then his hand gravitated down to her breast. He played with her gently until he felt Emma start to wiggle against him. She didn't see the big smile that came across his face. He had Emma turn so she faced him now. He still couldn't believe how beautiful she was and she was all his. Looking at her made his heart race and he was feeling emotions he didn't understand.
"Hey," Emma said all of a sudden. "I want to know all about your tattoos. I saw the devil on your arm and you have this tiny star on your hand, but what else do you have?"
Daryl knew something like this would eventually happen. He had been dreading it, but there was no reason to hide them anymore. "I have an 'x' right here," and he pointed to his left collar bone. "A heart here." That was on his right wrist. "Then I got two angel demons on my back." He prayed that she wouldn't want to see them.
"Oh, I want to see them!" she exclaimed.
"They're not very good. I was stupid to let a guy I knew do them when he was learning. Never get a tattoo when you're drunk," he said trying to laugh it off. He knew the bigger deal he made out of it; the worse it was going to be.
Daryl turned over so he was lying on his stomach. When Emma straddled him naked, he gulped.
Her hands traced the ink along the right side of his back and shoulder. They weren't great, but she had seen a lot worse. Then she looked the scars. She was purposely looked at the tattoo first. The raised tissue stood out paler than his skin. They crisscrossed all over his back. Emma didn't say anything at first, she simply traced them with her fingertips thinking about the pain he had to have gone through.
She did the only thing she could think of and that was to kiss each one. When she was done she slid off him and lay next to him. Emma had her head on his shoulder and she looked up at Daryl. Slowly his eyes met hers. She said one word, "Who?"
"My old man."
"Fucking bastard," she said in anger. It confirmed what she suspected that morning.
Daryl raised his eyebrows at her words. Emma never cursed. She saw his look and rolled her eyes, "No, I don't curse like you do, but I do when I'm really pissed off and I am. Parents don't do that to their children. So I have every right to be mad."
He never wanted anyone to pity him for what he lived through as a kid, but he had come to terms with it years ago. Yeah, his back embarrassed him, however there was nothing he could do about it. He did appreciate Emma being mad. She never once said "Poor Daryl," she just put the blame where it belonged, his fuckin' alcoholic old man.
Emma snuggled against Daryl. Her leg thrown over his and her fingers stroked his chest. She knew she loved him. It was fast…too fast, but there was no denying it. She had thought she had been in love before, but it was nothing like this. Daryl was her one true love and she was the happiest she had ever been.
Her hand reached up and caressed his cheek, then played with the hair in his chin. She had seen him do that countless times himself. She knew it was too soon, but she couldn't help herself. Emma looked into his blue eyes and with a shy smile said, "I love you."
Daryl was momentarily taken aback. She loved him? Was that what he was feeling? He had never known love from anyone, and he had always doubted that he would be able to love himself. Here Emma was giving it to him, was he in love with her?
Daryl realized how he thought about her all the time and when he saw her he felt completed. He knew it was a weird choice if words, but she completed him. He knew he never wanted to be away from her and the need, the desperate need to touch her, kiss her and now make love to her overwhelmed him. No one had ever come close to this with him at all, not by a long shot.
Then he knew. He was unquestionably absolutely in love with her too. He pressed his lips to hers for a gentle romantic kiss. His fingers were entangled in her long hair when he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. "I love you too," he whispered. He felt the brokenness of his battered soul start to heal.
This time it was Emma who kissed Daryl, but she wasn't as tender as he was. There was more passion and fire in her kiss and Daryl responded instantly and so did his body. He was hard again for her and the way she was pressing up against him, he knew she wanted him as bad she he wanted her. They proved their love for each other over and over again all night long.
