Chapter 12

SUNDAY

The next morning, like clockwork, he was up with the sun. He got up to pee, and when he came back to bed he took a moment to look at her; hair a mess of waves, body half covered with the blanket. With the morning light coming through the window, he was pretty sure she was the most beautiful girl in the world. She stretched her arms over her head and opened her eyes to look at him, and he turned away quickly.

"You should go back to sleep, it's still early yet." He mumbled, rubbing his face.

"Are you?" She yawned.

"Yeah, I suppose so." He crawled back in, laying down on 'his' side of the bed.

"I'll be right back." He watched her walk to the bathroom, then stared at the ceiling, fidgeting, until she came back. He didn't watch her out right, but could see her movement from his peripheral vision just the same. He tucked one arm under his head, tracking her movement with his eyes, as she got back in next to him. She slowly curled into his body, resting her face on his chest, her hand on his belly.

"You know Sugar," she purred, gently stroking his torso and abdomen. "I have a difficult time picking out which part of you is the sexiest."

"Hurmpf." He let out a disdainful little laugh, finally letting his hand fall into her hair.

She propped herself up on one arm. "Come on now, I mean it. Those wide shoulders..." she ran her hand over him, dragging her nails a little to leave a mark. "This hairy chest. These delicious little nipples..." she nipped him a little on the nub and he gave a little 'ow' and a chuckle. But soon she was tickling down his belly, and she felt his stomach muscles clench a little.

"Mmmmmm, this is it. All over your body you're rough and tough. But this little patch here on your tummy- this skin is so soft. Almost as soft as your lower back."

He grinned a little, as if he had been caught doing something embarrassing. "You really, I mean, my body isn't exactly..."

She kept her eyes glued to his stomach, the way the muscle moved beneath the skin, the folds of his belly button, the curl of the hair. "Your body is a treasure." She bent over his middle, leaving slow, wet kisses along each ridge. Her hand dipped below the blanket and under his leg, pushing up until he bent the knee and she could stroke his inner thigh. His breathing changed, and he let out a little sigh.

"Baby, no more. Kiss me." It was a soft, needy request, and one she fulfilled gladly. She straddled him slowly, and could feel his semi hard cock rest against her back side. His eyes snapped shut, and as she bent over his chest, his hands ran up her thighs to squeeze at her ass. They lay that way for a few minutes, kissing and touching, until she pulled away from his lips again.

"Daryl?"

"Um, yeah." His eyes fluttered open as if he had been asleep.

"There's something I want you to do for me, ya know, in bed." He felt a little sick, concluding again that he must have done something wrong, but he managed to nod instead of voicing his worries.

"Now if you're not OK with this, it's OK, it's not a deal breaker, but um..."

"Out with it!" He bit his lips, that had been a lot harsher then he meant it to be.

She pinched his nipple. "Damn it man, I'm trying to ask for something that's a little embarrassing! Show a little compassion!"

He reached up and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry baby. Whatever you want. Except gummy worms in my ass." She smiled, and so did he. And that little flutter hit him in the gut, the one that he seemed to feel more and more every day.

"So sometimes, especially when I'm about to cum, would you, maybe, give me a real hard love bite on the neck?"

He frowned. "You mean like a hickey?"

"No, no. This is a hickey." She bent over his chest, sucking at one of his pec muscles, until a small little red bruise formed. "This is a love bite." She pulled his hair to the side and bit his shoulder, softly, licking a little at the flesh. She felt his hips buck a little between her legs and she let go. "Did you like that?"

"Yeah," his voice was a little husky. "Maybe you, um, do it to me too?"

"With pleasure. Gosh Daryl, your'e gunna' have me tied to the bed with a blind fold on before long."

He ran a hand over his mouth, trying to hid a smile. "You, uh, into that stuff?"

"Nothing too heavy. I don't want to get beaten up or anything. Just remember, my safe word is Albaqueerie."

He chuckled. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"Nothing, it's a made up word. But because it's made up, it will never accidentally make its way into conversation while you have me blindfolded and bound, subject to your every whim."

He found himself completely unable to look her in the face, so he looked intently at her leg, his voice soft. "I don' know if I'm creative enough for all that."

"I think you'll surprise yourself, once you've been mulling it over for a while." She pushed up on his chin until he looked up into her eyes.

"You really trust me, to do all that ta ya?"

"Completely." She kissed him, deeply, and his arms wrapped around her in a bear hug. He softened a little when she started kissing down his chin and around his neck. One of her hands worked down between them until she found his erection, almost full. Her lips and caresses sunk down his torso until her tongue found his rod; licking his shaft and flicking her tongue around the tip. Her fingers massaged his sack, and his thighs spread of their own accord. When she started rubbing at his perineum, she felt him start to shake a little.

"Stop, stop, stop, it feels too good an I don' wanna come that way."

She pulled back, straddling his lap again. "Then say it. Tell me how you want me Daryl. How can I make you feel good?"

His eyes were darting, looking up and down, away from her face. "I guess, you can, I mean..." He sighed, fingers over his eyes.

She bent, pressing her ear to his lips. "Whisper it. Just let go."

"I want you on topa' me." He cleared his throat. "Riden' me slow. I wanna touch you, and I want you to stick your breasts in my mouth."

"Mmmm, that sounds hot. Can I put the rubber on you?" He nodded, his bangs so long now that they almost fully covered one eye. She was right, he felt- lighter. Letting words out to the right person felt more like releasing a bird then telling a shameful secret. It hit him hard and suddenly- that she really wanted him. He felt his eyes sting a little, and he wiped them quickly when she reached into the drawer for a condom.

She shimmied down his hips, running her hand down his shaft, addressing it. "Hello my darling. God damn you are one gorgeous cock." She gave it a little lick and it twitched. Then she slowly rolled down the rubber. "I think he likes me. What do you think?"

"I think he's in love with you. Now get on before I die here woman."

"Yes sir." She hovered over him, working him into her slowly, in short little penetrations. She reached behind her, and every time she could reach it, she would give his testicles a little stroke. Her nipples moved to his mouth on the upswing, and he would lick and suck at them before she moved back down. "Moan for me Daryl. Let me know how good I make you feel." He let out a long, agonizing sigh, almost like a sob. Finally, she took him all the way in, and they both keened at the sensation. He reached out and grabbed her hand, gripping it tightly, and kissed her. For a few minutes she just moved up and down on him, kissing and moaning. Then she felt his legs move and he started to push up into her with a fierce insistence. His free hand reached between them to her clit, working it slowly with a lazy pressure. All the physical stimulus got her close, but it wasn't until she really listened to the soft sounds of their bodies, and his moans, did she finally come. As she finished, she knew he wouldn't be far behind her, but she felt the need to give him a little push. There, in front of her, was his neck and shoulder; brown from the sun and slick from his exertions. She leaned forward, biting into him; sucking, and licking at the sweaty skin.

"Oh god baby, I lo..." And he came, hard, squeezing her hand and pounding into her body. "Oh shit. Don' move, don' move. Just hold still. Just..." He shivered, the orgasm running through his body like electric shocks. When he finally stopped shivering, she pulled him out, now soft, and removed the condom to the trash. She kept her legs around him, and slowly ran her finger tips down his arms and chest. He shivered again, little goose bumps raising wherever her fingers ran.

"That's weird. But good." He smiled, that shy little half gin. She lifted his arms over his head.

"Just tell me if it tickles and I'll stop, OK?" He nodded, eyes fluttering closed. She kept going, up and down his body, even touching his underarms. She used the tip of her hair to run over his face, and she could have sworn that he blushed a little. "Still good?"

"Yeah, yeah." His voice was soft and sweet, and she thought that must be how he sounded as a boy. After a while, his breathing slowed to a soft rhythm. She kissed him gently, then laid down on the bed next to him. "No, don' go." It was one of the saddest sounds she had ever heard.

"Roll over here." He faced her on his side, his hair hiding one eye again. She got up close to him, running her fingers over his face, and pushing back his hair. "I've got you. I'm right here. Shhhhh. Go to sleep..." One arm snaked around his middle, stroking his back. She whispered sweet nothings until he relaxed, and only then did she allow herself to rest.

"Ow, shit!" The sound of his shouting from somewhere downstairs woke her up, and she rolled over; the sun now blazing through the window. She reached out and checked her phone- a couple of hours left before picking up the kids. She laid back down and pulled the blanket over her head until she felt a finger run up the bottom of her foot.

"What the hell?" She kicked out and strong hand grabbed her ankle.

"Don' you kick to hard now, you'll upset that plate. And I a'int burnen' the shit out'a my hand again makin' ya more."

She pulled the cover down far enough to poke her eyes above the edge. A plate full of bacon and waffles lay next to her head. She grabbed a fist full of bacon and pulled the blanket back up. "Mine!"

He laughed, deeply, a sound she had never heard before. "Oh my god woman, sometimes you are crazier than a shit house rat. It's all your's." He leaned over, kissing her on the head through the blanket; despite the crunching. His voice dropped to a whisper. "Everything. Anything. Yours." She peaked back up at him over the blanket. He coughed and sniffed, scratching his beard. "Anyway, um, I'm gunna' shower while you eat, k?"

"Ho-tay." He snorted a little at her, clearly talking with a mouth full of bacon, and walked away shaking his head. When he got out of the bathroom, she took her turn in the shower, then they took their time watching TV and drinking coffee until it was time to go. They ran to the grocery store, picked up the kids, stopped by the shop that Daryl worked at to pick up his new set of keys. And all the while, through jam packed checkout lines, over active kids, and having to deal with his boss on his day off, May could see Daryl smiling. Not obviously, and he would lift his hand to cover his mouth until he got it back under control, but she caught it all the same. They had a quiet day, and when the boys went to bed he told her he would be heading home too.

"I promised that I would open the shop for a while, prove to him I'm really gunna' show up and not take off on him this time." They stood outside, her on the porch and him on the ground; eye to eye.

"I don't see why you can't stay." She annoyed herself, sounding whiny, but it came out that way just the same. He tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Because if I stay, I'll make love ta ya again and I need my sleep."

"Cuz' I'm irrisistable?" She pouted.

"You know ya are ya god damn minx. It's bad enough, only havin' my arm around you when we sit on the couch, not bein' able to touch ya more."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Well its hard on me too! A hunk like you doesn't come along every day ya know."

His hands ran up her hips to rest on her waist. "I don't know how you ended up so crazy, but I thank god ya did." She rubbed the tip of her nose against his, until they fell into a long kiss. After a few minutes, he broke off the contact with a grumble. "Alright, now I've really got to go."

She sighed. "Alright Sugar. You take care of yourself, alright?"

"I will. And if you need anything, you let me know. Understand?"

She smiled at him, wide and bright, and it felt like the sun had turned on just for him. "Understood. Good night baby." She whispered, giving him one last kiss on the forehead and turning away.

"Goodnight." He whispered back, waiving at her shadow already passing through the door. He walked away, but watched the house for a little while from the woods; staring at her bedroom light from the darkness.