All I Ever Will Be
Chapter 23 - Love
Author's Note: Just a shameless disclaimer that this is my first time writing any kind of smut, so please be easy on me when reviewing & reading. I was super nervous about getting here, but alas, here we are. Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter! More adventure and Bethyl to come after this. Thanks for reading!
Daryl lifted Beth off the counter gently and she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Does that hurt?" she asked, concerned.
He shook his head, cradling Beth in his arms. "You could never hurt me," he whispered to her. The bed was only feet away, but it felt like miles until they reached the edge of it. He placed her down gently and she laid back, looking like something out of a magazine, her freckled skin contrasting against their sheets, her blonde hair falling lose from her ponytail, framing her face. She was fucking picturesque.
She wore plain black panties that hugged her waist and Daryl was quite aware it was the only piece of clothing she had left on. He went to climb into bed, but Beth had pressed her hands into his stomach, sitting up to face him. Her face was level with his chest and he looked down to watch her fingers slide into the waistband of the pants he had on. Her fingers went to work on the button at the top, loosening it, tugging the zipper down. He stood at the edge of the bed awkwardly, letting her work on him, his pants becoming loose as she freed him of the garment.
"Is this okay?" he asked, unsure, letting them fall to the floor.
She nodded, looking up at him and he needed nothing else. He kicked his feet out of the pants and got into the bed, sliding next to her, needing to touch her. He laid her down with him, his arms around her back, on her neck, coming up through her hair, feeling her warmth radiate through his fingers. Her body was so inviting and soft and just so fucking perfect. They were face to face, skin to skin, all parts of their bodies touching like never before and she was chewing on her bottom lip, looking like she was trying to figure out something to say, so he took her face in his hands and kissed her gently.
Beth kissed him back timidly at first and then he felt her hands on his chest, pushing him on his back. He obliged, laying back flat on the pillows and Beth climbed over him so that she was sitting on his lap. He could feel himself bulging against her in his boxers. Underwear - the only pieces of clothing separating them from each other now. He could feel her warmth radiating through the thin fabric and the sensation was so gratifying he almost couldn't stand it.
He could tell that she felt the warmth too, grinding against him as they kissed and his sensitivity shot through the roof as he felt her - everything - there wasn't much left to the imagination now. She was fumbling towards his legs, as though she was going to rip his underwear straight off of him, but Daryl had other plans, shifting Beth so that he could lay her down on the bed, beneath him. He positioned himself on top of her so that he was hovering over her, kissing her still, his lips trailing across her jaw and down her neck.
Her fingernails trailed down the back of his neck as he kissed her breasts, making his way down to her stomach. Her bellybutton was small and cute and he kissed around it, his head spinning from the smell of her skin and excitement from her panties. He was getting lower and lower on her body, and she seemed unable to stay still, wiggling with each touch, her hands in his hair, mouth letting out breathy gasps that made his arm hair stand up on end.
Beth's hands came up to the fabric covering her, the only thing separating Daryl from all of her and he came up for air, watching her as she wiggled out of them, throwing them to the side of the bed. She was his then, completely unclothed and perfect in the soft light from the single lamp in the corner of the room. Her pale skin ended at the middle of her in a tuft of blonde curls, disappearing between her legs. He was in awe of her - she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"Daryl," she breathed his name, grasping at his neck for him to come back up to her and he did, meeting her lips with his own again. His fingers made their way over her shoulders, down her arm and over her abdomen, eager to touch her. His fingers, he knew were rough, but he slid them through her soft pubic hair, down into her warm slit and she practically jumped off the bed at the touch of him. Their kiss was broken, so he looked at her, their eyes meeting as his fingers explored the warmth and wetness of her lips, taking in every inch of skin. She could barely keep her eyes open as he touched her and it pleased him that he could make her feel so good just with his fingertips. His confidence built as he continued to explore.
Slowly, he found her entrance, dripping with hot juices. Hesitantly, he slid a finger inside and felt her soft walls around him. He watched her as she tensed, though not from pain or discomfort, but from the newness of him being inside of her.
"Daryl," she breathed again, her hands clenching into fists at his shoulders. He wasn't done yet - he wasn't completely clueless, so he took his thumb and searched for her clit, rubbing until he found her nub that caused Beth's hips to come towards him. He smiled, his forehead touching her cheek, her hair surrounding his face, and he brought his lips to her neck, kissing her there. He played with her, trying to concentrate on every sweet sound she made as he moved his fingers inside of her and worked her sweet spot carefully.
She found her arms again and they moved, her hands sliding down the sides of him, sticking to the sweat that had formed on his skin, ending at the fabric that barely covered him now. She tugged at his boxers, sliding the waistband over his ass, down to his knees, setting him free. He bulged against her, the tip of his cock drooling down her stomach and her tiny fingers found his head, playing with the soft skin there, setting him on fire.
"Beth," he breathed, hanging his head, watching her hands work their way down his shaft. He was throbbing, all of him, with desire. He had never been touched or explored like this, and he'd never wanted to know someone else's body this way. Beth was a fucking masterpiece - everything about her was perfect and delicate.
"What?" she answered, looking up at him innocently, her blue eyes glinting devilishly and her mouth turned in a grin, throwing him over the edge. He moved back and then up against her, the head of his cock brushing into the curls of her pubic hair and she squealed in delight. Daryl moved his head into her neck again, kissing her, then sucking on her skin, aware he might leave a mark but not caring in the least. He grunted from the pressure in his groin - he was so close to her center, the warmth radiating down his cock. Just one more push, one slight movement and he would be inside her.
He lifted his head, looking at Beth, taking in the details of her face, the arch of her eyebrows, the freckles over her nose and her eyes - oh, those big, beautiful doe eyes that looked at him the way they did. She watched him longingly, gripping his arms, squirming below him to slide him inside of her, but he wanted to make sure she knew what this meant to him. "Beth," he said in a low voice, and she stopped moving at the sound of her name, looking up at him, chewing on her lip, driving him insane. "I love you," he said.
And that was it - there was no going back. He took his hand and adjusted the tip of himself at her center, pushing in as gently as he could and he saw stars as he entered her, the slick walls of her body surrounding his cock. She gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders and it hurt, but he didn't care. He was too overwhelmed with the instant pleasure of being inside Beth, the sensation overtaking his body, screaming at him to move.
He groaned with satisfaction as he pulled himself out slightly and pushed back in, and again, the friction making him lose his mind. He needed to taste her, so he kissed her mouth, silencing the gasps she released as he drilled himself into her. Her hands were in his hair, pulling it slightly as their bodies connected, skin hitting skin, falling into a beautiful rhythm. Daryl's momentum caused Beth's legs to rise up as he pushed and pulled himself into her, bliss rising up through him, pleasure overtaking his body.
It had been so long and Beth felt so good that the tension rose quickly, before he realized what was happening. He'd lost control now, something animalistic had taken over as he hovered over Beth, drinking her body in as he slammed his cock into her, unable to slow down. She seemed to like it though, grabbing at every inch of open skin he had, saying his name in between her gasping. It was like she wanted him closer, and he wished he could be, but they were quite possibly as close to each other as any two people could be.
The bed was rocking now, the headboard slamming into the wall, mocking the rhythm Daryl had set. He laid his body on top of hers, grinding into her, knowing how close he was. He wanted to taste her, smell her, feel every inch of Beth beside him. She was letting out soft moans, squeezing at his skin, her lips looking like they wanted to form words, but couldn't. Her eyelids fluttered as he moved - was she close?
He hastily fumbled his bad arm to her clit, pain soaring into his shoulder but he ignored it, scrambling to touch her, to make her feel just as good as he did. It was instant, the moment he found her small, sensitive button, she dug her nails into his shoulders as he felt her walls tighten around him. Her hands were gone then - behind him, grabbing his ass, pushing more of him into her, even though he didn't think he could fit any further.
She came in waves, her ragged breaths sounding like soft sobs and she released her nails from Daryl's skin slowly. He wasn't done yet, but watching her come down from her height of stimulation was what finally sent him over. He pounded into her for the last few times, the sweet release of pleasure pouring out of Daryl with a low grunt that exited his throat unintentionally. He finished, spilling himself into her, her walls closing around his cock, accepting him and he brought his arms around the back of her, needing her skin against his, now more than ever.
They laid together in a sticky, sweaty mess, their breaths heavy and uneven, trying to gain control over their bodies again. Daryl nuzzled his head into her shoulder, breathing her in - sweat and the sweet smell of sex that hovered over them. Beth wrapped her arms around him, and he brought his head back so they were face to face. He felt her fingers making their way towards his back where she'd carefully placed his bandages. They were peeling at the edges, he could feel them, and through her ragged breathing, she was trying to adjust them.
It was adorable, and he smiled at her, forcing himself to open his eyes to look at her in all her beauty. Her face was flushed now, bright red from exertion. Her hair was pulled loose from her ponytail, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead, so he brought up a finger to pull them away and tuck them behind her ears. She smiled at him as he did this, and he smiled back, completely unable to help himself.
When he was finished, she grabbed his arm, holding it, staring at him. She brought her hand up to his face and threaded her fingers through his long hair, her fingertips touching his scalp.
"Daryl?" she said.
"Mhmm?" he responded.
"Did you mean what you said?" she asked him. "Before?"
"What?" he asked.
"That you love me?" She looked at him curiously, her eyes scanning his face.
Daryl narrowed his eyes slightly. "'Course I meant it," he said. "Can't you tell?" He cupped her chin with his hand. "I love you Beth."
She smiled, her grin touching her ears. "I love you too Daryl," she said.
He could have soared through the window at her proclamation, feeling more filled with happiness and contentment than he ever thought possible. How was it feasible - in this world, to still feel like this? How was it possible to have something this good? To still love anything or anyone? He didn't care anymore, letting his thoughts fall away. Daryl took Beth in his arms, squeezing her to his chest, as though he was afraid she would fall away from him. She let him wrap himself around her, curling up to fit his body perfectly and he held her as they both drifted off to sleep.