The room gleamed with light from the many windows and the moon that shined in as they slowly undressed each other and lay down on the bed. Allison kept her tank top on and panties and helped him out of the thermal shirt carefully. She was happy to see he also wore the half sleeve protector for the PICC and left that alone.
"It's real sexy ain't it." He laughed as she lifted the sleeve just to make sure the dressing was secure and free of redness or swelling. Allison counted the centimeter marks on the PICC and then was satisfied that all was well there. She responded with a laugh of her own and lay down next to him.
"Incredibly." Allison deadpanned, "We have to be careful," She said touching his arm again to let him know what she was thinking and that it was serious.
"I'm not gonna break Allison, I promise."
"I know," She answered.
"I really wanna kiss you some more." He turned towards her. Kissing had never been part of any encounters he had before, but the desire to kiss her and taste her was overwhelming, it had been all he could think about sometimes, "I'm not gonna lie."
Never mind the other things he had thought about doing with her. He'd felt like a jerk because she was his nurse, but apparently, she didn't believe that about him at all. Apparently, she had some thoughts of her own about him.
"I really wanna kiss you some more too," She said with a sweet smile.
"If that's all you want tonight, I'm ok with that, whatever you want, ok?" He said, "It's all up to you."
"More kisses," She said pressing her lips to his, "And we'll see what happens."
The kisses turned into roaming hands, and she didn't object when he pulled her onto her side and ran his hands over her back. They were up against each other, and she could feel how hard he was, but she worried about him exerting himself too much.
Still, she couldn't keep her hands to herself. Her touch sent shivers all through his body, and although he had always denied himself this kind of closeness, now he craved it and prayed she wouldn't stop.
Daryl reached under one of her legs and pulled it over his to get more friction and ease his aching dick, but this time it was she who moaned as her lips traveled over his neck. He slid his hand over her breast through her shirt and then she was pulling it off and tossing it on the floor before his eager eyes.
"You are so beautiful," He said unable to take his eyes off of her.
Slowly he brought his hand back up over her breast, and she let out the softest of moans.
"God, that feels good." She whispered reaching her small hand between them and rubbed it along the length of him. He moaned again and didn't care if Merle would think he was a bitch, it felt good, better than good.
"You don't gotta Allison," Daryl moaned, but it was clear he wanted it.
"I want to," She cooed slipping her hand inside his boxers and bringing her lips to his again, "I wanna make you feel good."
"You're doing great then…" His voice trailed off and his eyes closed as he felt her hand on him again.
Daryl's eyes almost rolled back into his head when she started moving her hand back and forth and trailed wet kisses over his neck. He knew he wasn't going to last long; it had been a long time since even he touched his dick since he had been sick.
None of that mattered, and he gave himself over entirely to the feeling she was giving him, and he bucked his hips against her instinctively, lost in the sensory overload that was happening to him at that moment.
The music was overtaking him, combined with her touch, and the song resonated through his ears as he started to lose control. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.
He had just been getting through life before, and now he was living it. This woman, with the eclectic music and hidden wild streak, had captured his heart.
Never opened myself this way, life is ours we live it our way, oh these words I don't just say, and nothing else matters.
She rolled him onto his back and lay across his chest not stopping, and watching as his breath hitched and he panted her name over and over again.
"Oh, god damn Allie, oh fuck yes!" He moaned, clutching the sheets on either side of him in his fists trying to hold on just a little bit longer, but it was becoming useless. He could feel it coming fast like a freight train, and there were no brakes to push.
Never cared for what they do, never cared for what they know, and I know.
Allison stopped once to lick her hand, and when she replaced it, he almost levitated off the bed. Words tumbled out of his mouth that even he didn't recognize in gasps as the hardest orgasm he had ever felt hit him and seemed to last forever.
She was untroubled that he had cum all over his stomach and hers, and she grinned up at him as his breathing returned to normal.
"God, you 're incredible," He said, wrapping his good arm around her.
Daryl kissed her and reached for her with tentative hands. "I wanna return the favor," He whispered into her ear and captured her earlobe between his teeth. His hand found her breast, and he slid his fingertips against her nipple, while his mouth found its way down her neck and sucked on the tender skin there. "I wanna get you off."
He knew she had just been about to say that he didn't have to but it was a done deal now.
It overjoyed him that now she was the one breathing heavily and he was the one making her do it. Week after week sitting there with the IV in his arm watching her, dreaming of her and she was so much better than he had dared imagine.
Allison responded to him like no one else ever had. Every breath and every sigh from her he committed to memory as he brought his lips down to her breast. He had never wanted to do these things for anyone but her; he wanted so much more.
His lips closed gently around her nipple and sucked until she was squirming beneath him and mumbling his name, then he blew hot air across it, and she arched her back.
"Oh Daryl," She moaned, and to him, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He was getting tired now, even though he had chemo earlier that week his body was only capable of so much right now, but he wanted to hear her screaming his name.
He nudged her knees apart as he continued trailing his fingers down over her stomach until his hand was between them, like hers had been before, and found her wet, "That's so fuckin nice Allie." He drawled.
Allie's thighs hit the side of the mattress as he slid one finger inside of her and then another and she moaned so loud it sounded like a growl. Her heels dug into the mattress as his fingers moved against her skin. She was tight and sweet, and he longed to find out how sweet she really was, another time he hoped if God was good.
"Oh fuck, oh my god," She cried out slamming her hand down on the mattress which was great for his ego, "Fuuuuuuuck."
Daryl thanked God that he had listened to Merle's yammering all these years, because when he wanted to, like right now, at least he knew his way around a woman's body.
"Cum for me baby, come on Allie, give it to me," Daryl whispered in the darkness as he circled her clit with his finger, wishing he didn't have the damn PICC in his arm so he could taste her, but moving around with that in the dark was risky. For now, he would settle for using his fingers to send her into oblivion, and she was heading that way fast as lightning. "So good," He murmured in the dark.
Allie was thrashing on the bed, her head moving from side to side and she could feel it coming, he didn't stop, and she met his eyes as he brought his head back up to her face.
"Do it," He murmured not breaking eye contact with her. Her pupils were blown wide now, and she looked at him like he was her sun and stars.
"Oh, god," She moaned arching her back, he had lit her on fire with his hands and his words, and she was burning alive in the sweetest way possible.
"Do it, do it," He whispered, "I want it."
Then his words and fingers were pushing her over the edge, and she was falling and weightless under his touch. "That's it, that's my beautiful girl."
Later, as he held her tight to him, she whispered in the dark, "You're pretty incredible yourself."