I'm sorry this took me so long to write! Smut is not my best subject to write, but hopefully this story will help me with that. But without further adieu, here's chapter 6! Hopefully I don't disappoint!

Daryl hovered over Beth, equaling out his weight as he kissed her. He couldn't quite wrap his head around it that he was kissing Beth Greene and it was leading to something else. Ever since the moment he set eyes on her, this was what he wanted. Daryl shifted his weight, grabbing Beth's small waist and flipping her to the top so she rested on him.

Beth was aware that he was hard underneath her and it only fueled her fire even more. Daryl cupped her shoulders, pushing down her sleeves until the whole top portion of her dress was hanging lank against her torso. She pulled off the sleeves the whole way and leaned back as he gazed at her naked chest. "No bra?" He smirked.

Beth only smiled and shook her head. Daryl palmed her breasts, feeling the hardened nipples under his hands. Beth threw her head back as he squeezed and tugged and tortured her nipples. It had been so long since someone had touched her body besides herself. Beth threw herself forward, so she hovered over Daryl. Seeking his opportunity, Daryl sucked one of her pert nipples into his mouth.

A moan floated from Beth as her back arched, eyes fluttering shut. He licked at her nipple, swirling his tongue around the small hill of flesh. Daryl's hand roamed down her spine and over her backside, squeezing lightly all the while her nipple was still in his mouth. Beth pulled back, his teeth grazing over her sensitive skin. A devilish smirk spread across her lips as her fingers found his zipper.

His cock twitched underneath her gentle touch as she agonizingly slowly undid his zipper. Daryl bit his lip as he watched her through hooded eyes, still fondling her behind. She tried to keep her focus on what she was doing. Daryl lifted his hips as she pulled down on his jeans and boxers, his length springing free. He was bigger than she imagined. Beth leaned against his thighs. She licked her lips as she lowered her head, taking him into her mouth.

"Fuck," Daryl hissed out, rocking his hips forward. His hands wound into her hair, cupping her head as she sucked. Her hairpins easily came out in his grasp. Sheathing her teeth, she moved up and down his length, flicking her tongue over the head when she pulled back. Daryl's hand tightened in his hair as he felt himself quicken. "Beth, stop. I'm gonna come." Yet, she didn't relent – she continued her sweet assault, up and down, up and down. Daryl grit his teeth, trying control himself. He came undone when he saw Beth staring at him – those big blue eyes trained on his.

She enjoyed the pleasure apparent on his face. Daryl hissed out as he released his seed. Beth felt his hot juices flow into her mouth, spilling into her throat. Beth swallowed, leaning back on her heels and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Daryl sat up, kissing her passionately, though roughly. Her lips were sure to be swollen later. They were a tangle of limbs as they struggled to remove their clothes. Daryl pushed off the rest of Beth's dress which ended up on the passenger side floor.

Daryl shrugged off his blazer as Beth undid the buttons of his shirt, tearing the last few free from their holes. All that was left on was Beth's lacy panties and heels, which Daryl didn't mind the heels much. She ran her hands down his chest, through the sparse covering of hair. She grasped his length, squeezing gently. She ran her hand up and down, his skin velvety soft but hard still. He grabbed her wrist and tugged it away. It was time for her to feel her own pleasure, as much as Daryl loved her sweet assault. Daryl moved from her lips, kissing behind her ear and down her neck, sucking and nuzzling as he reached for the glove compartment.

Beth's breath tickled his ear as she clutched his at his back. His muscles glided under touch, only turning her on even more. He had finally found what he was looking for – a condom. He ripped open the condom with his teeth, spitting the foil packet aside. He squeezed the tip shut as he rolled the condom onto his length. Once it was situated, he turned his attention back to Beth, kissing her tenderly.

Her fingers twisted in his hair, gasping a little when Daryl bit down on her bottom lip. It was the fantasy he had thought about doing since he met her at the diner. It was everything and more. Daryl let his teeth skim over her lip until it sprung free and back to its normal position. She tugged on his hair, a low growl rumbling deep in Daryl's throat. He hooked his fingers into her panties and shimmied them down her mile-long legs and onto the pile of clothes on the floor.

He let his fingers slip between the apex of her thighs, feeling how wet she was for him. "Oh!" She cried out. He only answered her with a smirk. He dipped a finger into her, cupping her sex. He moved torturously slow, a warm-up for later. She mewled against his lips. It's been so long since someone touched her there. Daryl pulled his finger out, sucking her fluids off. She tasted good.

She was fully exposed now, the glass fogged up from the ensuing activities. If anyone did see them, they would be too drunk to care, anyway. Daryl laid back against the seat again, eyes full of lust – still locked on Beth's. He grasped her hips gently and positioned her over his length and she sank down onto him, groans ripping out of both of their mouths.

Their fingers twined together as Beth started to work up and down, Daryl filling her over and over, stretching her walls. She squeezed her thighs and let them fall again as she worked. Daryl met her thrust for thrust at their quickening pace. Beth threw her head back in ecstasy for the second time that night, her hair almost touching her bottom. She moaned, pleasure exploding through her body.

Daryl took his hands from hers and palmed her breasts again, kneading his fingers, plucking at her nipples. Beth steadied herself with one hand on the back of the bench seat. She was overwhelmed with the sensations Daryl was making her feel. Beth looked back down to Daryl through hooded eyes. Her eyes set him off. His hands slid down her body, grabbing her waist and throwing his weight to the side so she was under him again.

He thrusted harder, the angle allowing him to fill her fuller. A harsh mewl came from Beth from the sensation. She kissed him, his forehead resting against hers, one hand braced against the driver side window, smudging the condensation. "Oh, Beth," he breathed, clenching his teeth. She was building towards her orgasm, a ball of heat warming her stomach.

He could feel her start to clench around him. He picked up the pace, wanting her to find her release. He reached down, rubbing at her clitoris, hoping to send her over the edge. Beth called out a sharp groan at the feel of his fingers there. "Let it go," he grunted, unrelenting. And so she did, shivers wracking through her body as she climaxed around him. She was reeling with pleasure as it pulsed through her, yelling out in ecstasy.

Just hearing Beth call out in pleasure pushed Daryl into his own orgasm. He stilled, his seed pumping into the condom. Electric tingles ran throughout him as he came down from his climax. Daryl collapsed against Beth's sweaty body. Beth pushed back his hair from his forehead as he rested it against her chest.

He idly drew swirls around her puckered breasts, tracing around the areola. They didn't need words for this moment to be special. He was still inside Beth but it didn't bother either of them. "What time is it?" She asked absentmindedly.

Daryl turned his head, looking to the dash where his digital clock was. It read 11:51. "Almost midnight," he told her. "Do you have to work in the morning?" He asked. He felt her nod. He sat up then, taking her with him in his arms.

Beth only winced when she felt how full she felt in this position. Daryl pulled out slowly, wanting to remember this moment forever. He planted a kiss on her nose gently. He loved the way she looked after a thorough fuck. Her perfectly curled hair was now more wavy and her cheeks had a nice rosy tint on them. She was a beautiful girl.

Daryl helped her dress, sliding her panties back up and helping her back into her dress, though her nipples puckered through the thin fabric. He didn't mind. Beth buttoned up his shirt and helped him tuck it into his pants. It wasn't like this with Jimmy, Beth thought. He didn't know what he was doing and he wouldn't look at her while they dressed afterwards.

"Ready to go?" She asked, trying to tame her wild curls back with the hairpins she found on the floor. Daryl nodded and turned the keys in the ignition. Laughs tumbled out of their mouths when they noticed the fogged up windows. He cranked the AC, waiting until it cleared. Beth yawned, covering her mouth.

Daryl held his arm out to her and she crawled up next to him, settling against his chest. In Beth's mind, this easily topped her list of best nights of her life. She could simply be herself with Daryl. He had seen her at one of her most vulnerable moments and likewise with him. Soon enough, the windows cleared and Daryl pulled out of the parking lot.

He kept the radio low as they drove, one hand on the steering wheel. He would occasionally look down to Beth to see if she was still awake. She always was. She wanted to live through this moment, not sleep it away just yet. It was when a commercial came on the radio that Beth started to recite a poem from memory. It was not short like the previous ones Daryl had caught her reading.

Dreaming

I used to dream of eyes so blue

And loving arms to hold me.

I used to dream of heroic knights

And how gracious they would be.

I used to dream of how I wouldn't settle

For anything less than best.

I used to dream of how he would majestically

Lay all fears to rest.

I used to dream of fairy tales,

How wondrous would they be

I used to dream of story books

All patterned after me.

I used to dream of a lot of things,

But the moment I met you,

I immediately stopped dreaming,

Because all of my dreams came true.

- Tina Cerruti -

Daryl looked down to her, squeezing her shoulder lightly. She smiled and bit her lip. "That was my favorite poem when I was a kid. I think I just stopped dreaming," she said.

He smiled, pulling back into town – the street lights illuminating the cab ever so often. "I have, too," he said. Beth was the girl of his dreams, he never felt so lucky to have someone like her. "When I never thought I would want to wake up," he said. "I found you. Reality is finally better than my dreams."

Hopefully you all enjoyed this chapter and it lived up to your standards! But this relationship isn't going to be all this easy, there will be bumps in the road! Review for the next chapter! (: Thanks for all your support!