Bonus Chapter Two: Beth and Daryl

Beth looked down at her guitar as she strummed out the last few notes of her song. Without warning, the instrument was being smashed against her chest. Daryl's hands were on either side of her face and his mouth was pressing down on hers. She kissed him back, gasping when his hand fisted into her hair and tilted her head back to kiss her harder.

Just as quickly as he made contact with her, he moved away. Beth gasped for air. Daryl lifted her guitar, pulling it out of her arms and setting it down on the table. Then he leaned back down, lifting Beth up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing up the cords of his neck while he kicked the cabin door shut behind them.

By the time Beth felt the back of her legs hit the side of the bed, they were already pawing at each other's clothes. Her dress was a halter style that tied at the neck. When Daryl pulled the bow loose, the front fell open revealing her hard pink nipples. Beth pulled at the buttons on his shirt, working her way up from the bottom until she could push the material back and rub her hands over his bare chest.

His hands went behind her thighs, lifting her and moving her back onto the bed. Daryl was standing between her thighs, his hands moving back up her body. He leaned forward, sucking on one small hard pink nipple. The other one he pinched lightly, rolling it between his thumb and finger. Beth twined her fingers into his hair. This wasn't the first time they kissed like this. But she was half drunk the last time. And the drinking had dulled her senses. Now every movement of his mouth and fingers was sending lightning bolts of pleasure right to her core.

Beth was moaning and wiggling her hips, trying to get the part of her that was wet and throbbing closer to the part of him that was hard and ready for her. His mouth moved up and his hands moved down. She kissed him, parting her lips eagerly accepting his probing tongue. She could feel the skirt of her dress being lifted. And then his hands were moving up her thighs, pushing the fabric with them. When his fingers hit the small patch of dark blonde hair between her legs, Daryl moaned into her mouth. She wasn't wearing any underwear. The rough pad of his thumb began circling the tiny bundle of nerves above her opening. Beth arched her back, her legs moving up and down on the outside of his hips. She expected to be nervous. Beth had never gone this far with a boy before. But instead she found herself pushing up into Daryl's hands, eager for whatever came next.

He shifted the angle of his hand, sliding one thick finger inside her. Beth tightened her grip on his shoulders. He pulled his finger out. She whimpered, lifting her hips up. He added a second finger and pushed both of them inside her at once. Beth gasped at the slight burning sensation of her insides being stretched. Daryl moved slowly at first, sliding his thick fingers in and out of her hot wet slit. She could hear him mumbling curse words into the crook of her neck. Then he thrust his fingers inside her more forcefully. She cried out over the wet slapping sound of her slit being pummeled by his hand. Beth was rocking her hips into him, the heels of her boots sliding against the side of the bed as she sought out somewhere to dig them in and get some traction.

Beth couldn't think straight. But suddenly Daryl's body weight was no longer pinning her to the bed. And she could hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He pushed into her one more time with his fingers. And then he lined the head of his dick up with her eager pussy. Beth felt her insides stretch when Daryl put his fingers inside her. But his dick was another story. She was wet enough that he was able to slide the head of his dick in without much resistance. But even that had Beth crying out and clawing at the bed above her head.

Daryl gripped her pale thighs, spreading her legs as wide apart as they would go. His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It was taking every ounce of self control he had not to slam his dick into her tight channel and pound her hard enough to make her little titties bounce. You're going to fucking hurt her. Dont fucking hurt her. He was breathing hard as he pushed just the tip of his dick in and out of her, pushing in a little further each time. It wasn't long before he could feel the barrier inside her rub up against the tip of his dick. Motherfucker. Daryl froze for a moment. He wasn't sure what to do. He thought there was a chance Beth was a virgin. But he didn't know for sure. Until now. He gently released his grip on her thighs and leaned forward to kiss her.

"S"gonna hurt," he whispered. Beth kissed him back, pulling him down until his bare chest was pressing against her breasts. She tilted her hips back, bringing her legs up and wrapping them around him.

"I'm ready," she gasped, her legs squeezing around him. Daryl took a deep breath. He pulled his hips back slightly. And then he pushed deep inside her, moving in one fast hard stroke. She felt like heaven clenched around him. And she cried out in a whimper that was half pain and half pleasure. Daryl stayed still, trying to let Beth get used to the way it felt to have something so large inside her. There was no turning back now. When she began to rock and wiggle her hips under him, he started moving. Daryl told himself to move slowly and be careful. But he had already used up the last fraction of self control he had. After only a few gentle strokes, he was standing up again. His thumb was rubbing rough circles around her clit. And his other hand was pinching at one hard pink nipple as he thrust into her over and over again. He felt it when Beth came undone, the hard clenching spasms squeezed his dick like a vice. And she bit down on her own hand to muffle her screams. It was more than he could take and Daryl came with her, spilling everything deep inside her before he could even think to pull out.

He pushed in a few more times, milking the rest of his erection before it was gone. Beth's eyes were closed and her hair was a wild tangle around her head. Daryl reached over her, pulling the blanket down. He thought Beth might climb into the bed on her own but she was still collapsed on the mattress like a limp noodle. Daryl pulled her dress the rest of the way off. Then he pulled her boots off. Neither of them had even bothered to take their shoes off in their hurry to get at each other's bodies. He lifted her gently off the bed and turned her, tucking her small body in under the covers. Since she was naked, Daryl took his own clothes off and slid into the bed next to her. Beth sighed and snuggled closer to him. It didn't take Daryl long before sleep took him. He slept hard and when his dreams came, he heard Beth's song again. The song she wrote for him.