Zirconia: I don't own the Walking Dead or any of the characters. I only own my oc who is Catori. Thank you to AkiraDawn for helping me with the sexy scenes cause I suck at them lol No flames, please. While trying to edit, I probably screwed up and copy and pasted more than one of the same sentence so bear with me.
"Damnit! Can't this person take the hint?" Virgil stomped across the living room to the door, his graying beard falling over the top of his overalls. Catori just sat in the sofa, reading her fantasy book. "Dad, who is it?"
"Some drunk idiot stumbling' around on our porch!" He opened the door, "Am I gonna have to kick your ass and make you leave in an ambulance?"
The man stumbling on the porch looked up at Virgil and growled. Cat saw his eyes from across the room, "Dad! Something's wrong with him!"
"Yeah, he's a drunken piece of shit!"
"No! Daddy! Get away from him! Close the door-!"
Before she could help her dad, the 'drunk' grabbed him and bit into his arm, a fountain of crimson making it's way to the floor.
"Daddy!"
"Cat! Run!" His scream echoed through the house and Cat ran to the gun cabinet. She heard barks but when she turned around, saw that their two Siberian huskies had been victims of the insane man when they tried to protect their master.
"Maska! Meeko!" She aimed and pulled the trigger, hitting the walker in the head. "Daddy!" Cat kneeled next to him and held his hand. Virgil was shaking and going unconscious. "Cat-!"
"I love you, Daddy."
"-Love you too, baby."
His eyes rolled up in the back of his head and she cried, standing up and going to get some treasured things. She couldn't stay here. In the giant backpack, she packed a small photo album, plenty of ammo, meds, first aid supplies, a book she wrote in and her stuffed dragon she had had ever since she was a baby. More items were packed and she went to the gun cabinet, grabbing some hand guns and a shotgun equipped with silencers.
Once ready, she turned and saw her father standing up, "Daddy! You're ok!" She ran to him but stopped when she saw his eyes, "Daddy?"
He showed his teeth and jumped at her with a loud screaming growl-
A gunshot awakened her and she jumped up. Looking out the tent, she saw Andrea holding Amy and pretty much assumed what had happened.
Catori looked to the ground before she slide back into the tent. One thing she knew she didn't need to do was get attached to people in a time like this. Losing someone else she cared about was not something she wanted to deal with after she had just got over her father.
'I have to leave.' She thought, shaking her head. 'Can't get close to anyone else..."
Getting attached to feel more pain was NOT an option! The others were planning on leaving soon, this she knew. 'I'll go my own way when they go theirs.'
Once that time came, she was attacked with the expected questions, "Why?" and, "Where will you go?"
'That's a good question.' She thought, but said, "I'll make my own path."
Before she could walk away Daryl pulled up in her path. "You ridin' with me, girl."
"I can't."
"Don't give me that shit. Get in."
The woman sighed and threw her book bag off of her back and held it on her lap after getting in the pickup truck. She looked at him in the driver seat then leaned back in her seat. She rolled the window down and sat with the wind blowing through her hair, her elbow on the door panel while she chewed a bit nervously on her thumbnail.
It was awkwardly silent; both of them thought of ways to start a conversation but failed until Daryl began thinking out loud. The tone in his voice was soft but Cat heard his words clearly, "Damnit, Merle… You better be alive…"
Cat turned to his and looked at him, her eyes trailing down to his hand on the steering wheel then the radio leading to the dashboard. "He will survive."
He looked at her, "Heh, you sound so sure of yourself."
"From his description, he's a determined bad ass. And you, you're his brother… I'm assuming he was the one that taught you how to survive."
"Our dad was never home and when he was, he wasn't the nicest of people. He got drunk a lot, always screwin' random women and shit like that. Merle was in jail, a lot but he was the one that took care of me for the most part."
Catori nodded.
"So… Your name isn't very common. Catori… It's pretty. It Latin?"
"Native American." She said. After that, neither really had anything else to say. Daryl kept glancing at her when she looked out the window but stopped when she looked back. He then just focused on the road.
Once they stopped for a bit, the other man, the one that had been bit, announced he was staying behind. Cat hadn't really talked to him before but said her goodbyes after everyone else did. "Maybe I should go my own way, now…"
Catori had only taken a few steps before Daryl pulled in front of her on his brother's motorcycle. He looked at her with a bit of a smirk, "If you're worried about being a bother, you're not." He handed her a motorcycle helmet, "And you better not even think about using the excuse where you claim you can't get close to anyone. That shit don't fly with me."
Her eyes looked into his and she was caught, unable to look away. Why did she feel as if she couldn't walk away from him?
He was gorgeous sitting there on the motorcycle, with his bad ass self.
Next, her eyes looked at the helmet. She had never been on a motorcycle before. A four wheeler? Yes. But not a motorcycle...especially with a guy.
Looking back up at him, a trembling hand reached out.
What would her father say about her riding on such a thing? With a guy?
If he were here, she'd get pulled away and lectured. But he wasn't here. He was dead. Nothing was going to bring him back.
Daryl smiled when she took the helmet from him and placed it on her head. So many thoughts were running through her mind once she climbed up behind him.
"Heh, hold on tight."
The ride seemed longer than it actually was, mainly because she had never been this close to another guy before in her life.
Thoughts of Andrea made their way into her mind, was she feeling a little better about what had happened to her sister? Probably not. Not everyone was like Cat; she got over things pretty fast.
Before Daryl started driving off, Catori stood and took off her jacket, tying it around her waist. Daryl couldn't help but notice the brown corset she wore was around her mid-section but didn't cover her breasts. Lose silk-ish material that gave off a look of elegance was what covered her boobs.
The tight white-tan pants and brown boots she wore made him think of something from the fantasy movies, like the old movies about witches and such. Especially, with the white pearl rosary and the necklace that was a moon pendant on a black cord around her neck.
He forced himself to look forward when she sat back down and drove.
Later was when they were out of the vehicles and the walkers attacked just outside the CDC.
"Rick! This is a dead end!" Shane almost pushed Rick as another argument started in front of their destination. She held her hands over her ears to block out reality, trying to focus on escaping.
"The camera moved!" Rick quickly lifted his hat a bit before banging on the door and screaming at the security camera, begging for the person on the other side to let them in.
Cat looked at Daryl, "They'll let us in right?" He said nothing with a stern glance in her direction, "Right?"
Words were jumbled together in shouts of anger and fear until nothing even sounded remotely like the human language anymore.
'We're gonna die!' She thought.
When the doors opened, everyone seemed to stand there in a state of shock and confusion before running in. The inside seemed empty of life as their words and footsteps echoed off the walls.
"Close those doors. Watch for walkers…"
"Anyone infected?" A man with sun-touched hair just seemed to appear out of thin air, holding a gun, aiming at everyone.
"One of our group was. He didn't make it."
"Why are you here? What do you want?" The man asked.
"A chance." Replied Rick.
"That's asking an awful lot, these days." He stepped forward.
"I know…"
It was silence for a few seconds and Catori closed her eyes, not even listening to anyone anymore. She saw some from her group run out, grabbing supplies and running back in before being taken into an elevator.
In a big room, a few minutes later, more words were exchanged before blood was taken from each and every person.
Cat felt a bit light headed but said nothing, controlling a panic attack.
"She hasn't eaten in days. None of us have." She turned to see Jacque holding Andrea who seemed to be suffering from the same thing she was.
Next thing she knew, they were all eating together at a table, drinking wine and laughing like a family.
It took almost all of her strength not to laugh at Daryl, who was carrying the bottle, acting even more redneck than ever.
Rick turned and rested his gaze on their host who looked severely depressed and deeply in thought.
"I believe we haven't thanked our host, properly."
Their host was thanked and they were told about the massive suicides, he was the only one left. Everyone else was terrified of what could happen. He still worked on finding a cure, but was failing miserably. But once he mentioned hot water and them being able to shower, everyone almost died of happiness.
Cat took her time in the shower, loving the feel of the warm water against her skin. Underneath the flowing water, she let herself think of her father and the beginning of this nightmare she was now in. Her father, Meeko and Maska were gone. Tears threatened to overwhelm her so she forced her thoughts elsewhere. 'Water, water, water… Soap, shampoo, I'm actually clean! That's always a good thing.' She told herself in her head. 'Yes, warm water is a good thing…'
The feeling of being clean was so incredibly wonderful after going for so long without bathing. It was almost painful to step out and dry off. In the bathroom cabinets, Cat found a brush and a hair dryer. Whenever she took showers she would always let her hair air dry but she missed being in a normal situation so much she just dried her hair, taking her time to comb through the tangles. Catori took her time in braiding her green section of hair, using one of her fancier hair bows that were a glittery rainbow pattern.
Thoughts leading to Daryl made her blush a bit, she hadn't had a crush on anyone a long time. At least, not since elementary school. She was sure he felt some sort of connection to her, as well. "If things were still normal… Where would I be, right now?" Speaking out loud to herself, she finished with her hair and threw off the towel after she was dry.
In her room, she threw on a fresh pair of white panties and a long sleeved white button up shirt that was meant for a man, a very tall and bigger man by the looks of it. She had to constantly pull the shirt back up over her shoulder. 'I hate being petite…' She sighed and sat on the bed, pulling out a small notebook and a pen.
Automatically, her fingers moved the pen to form words that described the past few days in detail along with notes to remember. Writing her thoughts in a book was what kept her sane. She figured she'd just keep it hidden for the sake of her, and everyone else's, sanity. It'd probably freak normal people out. Maybe others would understand her better by reading it? But she didn't want anyone really reading most of the stuff in there.
A cough grabbed her attention and she looked up to see Daryl.
"Hey… I was sure I had locked that door, guess I didn't…"
Daryl flicked the lock, "Locked now." He sat down beside her, propping himself up on his elbow in a somewhat relaxed position. "What you writing?"
"Just random things that want out of my head."
"Oooh, you have a diary?" He teased.
"I was told to keep it away from any other people that could possibly find it and read it."
"Why?"
"My thoughts that I must get out of my head and onto paper apparently make others feel as if they are going to go insane."
"Really?" He stretched out a hand, "May I read your little diary?"
She smirked and handed it to him and he scanned some words on the page for a good few minutes before handing it back, "Damn. That's all I got to say. That's deep. But I'd like to read it all one day so I can understand what's going on in that pretty little head of yours." He poked her head with his finger and she smiled, catching his gaze.
A hand reached up and cupped her cheek, pulling her to him. Their lips met and Catori experienced her first kiss. She quickly pulled her face away, feeling her entire body turn pink. "What the….what the fuck was that!" She asked with a bit of a girlish squeak that wasn't typically like her. Daryl pushed himself backwards a bit and leaned back on his elbows confidently.
"What? Like you've never been kissed before? Pretty girl like you? Don't play innocent with me." She hated that look in his eye. That look of experience and confidence and…that look like he could have whatever the hell he wanted! Cat started at him for a moment. She hated to admit it to herself…but she wanted him. She wanted him to have her.
"Seriously. I've never been kissed before." Her soft features formed a bit of a frown.
She couldn't understand why he had that stupid smile on his face.
"What else…haven't you done?" he gave her a wink.
"Hey! There's nothing you could do that a vibrator can't, asshole!" She somewhat snapped playfully at him, standing up and pointing a finger sternly at him. Her oversized shirt fell off her shoulder.
"Oh my god! Are you sayin' your first time was with a hunk of plastic?" Daryl leaned back into the pillows behind him.
"Yep!" she turned her back to him and folded her arms with a small laugh.
"Hey…" Daryl sat up, putting his hands on his knees. "Come here…" His voice was sincere.
Cat reluctantly turned around to face him with a soft smile. Daryl scooted himself toward her and to the edge of the bed. "Let's do this…" He said softly as he reached a hand out toward the buttons of her shirt.
"Do what?" She asked playfully, feeling her heart race. She knew what he meant but it was merely a nervous response.
"I mean…it's you and it's me and we're in here alone. A dry…warm…walker free place. You need to enjoy a place like this. It ain't everyday a woman like you gets to be alone with a man like me." He winked at her as he unbuttoned three of her buttons. She didn't stop him. Her eyes were fixed on his fingers.
"I've never been with a man…doesn't that bother you?" She asked a bit nervously as he worked his way up her line of buttons.
Daryl laughed at her. "Hell no. God, it excites the fuckin' hell outta me. Shit, you got me…you got me sweatin' and I ain't never had that excitement from a woman in ages."
Cat didn't respond. She stood there trembling a bit as her slender stomach was exposed to him. "Relax…you're gorgeous…what are you so nervous about?" He asked of her, letting soft fingertips graze the tender flesh above her panties. "Maybe…you'd relax if you let me have a taste, huh?"
"You just love to brag, don't you?" Clearly, Cat was apprehensive yet at the same time…
"Judgin' by the look between your legs…you want me to have a taste. It's tough to resist me, ain't it?" He smirked against her ear, "Now, don't lie….cause your panties sure as hell ain't."
Cat thought for certain she was as red as a boiled lobster at what Daryl had just said to her. Like a gentleman, Daryl traced his hands up the sides of her body and pushed her shirt off her shoulders into a clump. "Join me….yeah?" Daryl patted the somewhat scratchy blanket beside him as he stripped his own shirt from his body and let it hit the floor near hers. Cat said nothing but wasted no time eye-fucking his body. She wasn't sure whether to hate herself for that…or give in to it. The fact that she was making herself comfortable beside him was proof enough that she was going to give in.
She gasped a little at the feeling of Daryl tugging at soft cotton on her hips. "Holy….shit…" He muttered in awe of her. He put his hands underneath her thighs, pushing her legs apart. The delighted moan that escaped Cat was music to his ears. Okay, point Daryl 1, vibrator 0. She tried to silence her excitement as his tongue assaulted her. Her body writhed against him.
Cat spread her legs, reaching the headboard behind her and letting her back arch and relax in rhythm with him. She raised her hands and caressed from her mouth, brushing her flushed lips then runs her fingertips down her neck, reaching her chest. Catori ran her hot hands through her hair when she felt his eyes on her.
"You taste like pure honey…and I'm the king bee, baby." Clearly, he was pleased with himself.
Cat squirmed as Daryl's tongue was replaced with his finger. She whimpered a bit painfully.
"No, no…relax." Daryl put a hand on her stomach and pushed her body back down into the blanket, whispering in her ear for a moment.
"It hurts, you ass…" She mumbled. This felt…different then her vibrator ever had.
"Gonna have to loosen you up a little. You ain't felt nothin' yet…if you know what I mean." He winked at her, making eye contact once again. Just when Cat thought he had a softer side…
She took a deep breath and tried to let her body melt into the bed. It must have been at least a little effective. She could feel two fingers inside her…a slow, pulsating rhythm.
She squirmed again…feeling her body invaded a little deeper. "You're doin' good…you're doin' real damn good." His voice was husky and hushed. Cat knew he was incredibly turned on by her.
"Put your hands on me, damnit." She demanded, finding the courage to pull her bra straps off her shoulders. She watched as he pulled away from her, kneeling at her feel and unfastening the buckle on his belt. Cat felt herself excited by the rips in his jeans as she watched him throw them to the floor. Her eyes met his as he reached his hands behind her back and unfastened her bra.
"That's what I like to see." Cat moaned sweetly as his tender hands fondled her.
Cat moaned sweetly as his tender hands fondled her. She had never been touched like this…so longingly as if he had never felt breasts like this. She could feel his warm breath on her chest. Daryl slowly pulled his hands down her body until he had reached her hips. He shifted his hands to his faded black flannel boxers, taking them off in a more awkward motion than before. Cat couldn't hide the expression on her face. She pined for him as she saw his naked form before her. "Well, if you like it so much…try it out." He smirked at her shifting himself forward over her body until he was able to put a hand behind her head and guide her lips over a firm shaft.
The smile on her face was almost wicked when her elegant hand rose up to meet her firm, soft cleavage as she gently brushes her tongue over his dick almost like a pro.
"Shit! I thought you were a virgin?"
"I am."
"You seem to know what you're doing."
"I read a lot of novels and books."
"Damn nerdy book worms… I knew I was missing out on something by not dating any of those."
She smiled and continued, flinging her long hair to one side so he could watch her every move.
Maybe next time he wouldn't automatically assume that virgins are clueless
He watched her mercilessly, guiding her free hand to move in motion with her lips. "That's the way beautiful…" He was a bit breathless. He was indulging on this sweet and innocent beauty beneath him. He pulled away from her rather suddenly.
"What'd I do?" Cat asked a bit embarrassed.
"You're doin' a little too good. Now's my turn." Without hesitation, Daryl shoved her legs apart and repositioned himself over her. "Here's the main event. Don't worry, he don't bite…unless you want 'im to."
Catori trailed the soft pinkness of her tongue over her full pouty lips as she locks her eyes with Daryl's.
She gritted her teeth a little as she felt the length of him push into her. All that practice by herself and she still wasn't entirely prepared for this moment. He was bigger than she had anticipated…and she was tighter than she had anticipated. He could hear her try to control her breath as he sunk into her.
Surprisingly, he looked her in the eyes as he let his hands rest on either side of her shoulders. Cat hoped this would get more tolerable. She found herself tense in the back. "You gotta relax. Come on…you know you like it…" his voice was hushed. Thank goodness he had locked the door.
The deep, throaty moans that escaped Daryl was enough proof that he was more than enjoying himself…in her.
She breathed deeper, closing her eyes and letting her lower back sink into the blanket. She knew she had to give in to him or else only one of the too of them would be climaxing tonight. Cat sure as hell didn't want to let Daryl win that contest. She tried to concentrate on the intense motion inside her and not what she wanted to happen.
She tried to concentrate on the intense motion inside her and not what she wanted to happen.
"You gonna say my name or what?" He asked of her. Cat couldn't hide her smile.
"Why, would you like that?" Her voice radiated confidence.
"I would like that." He insisted, shoving his body tighter against her.
"Mmm, Daryl…" She whispered.
"Louder…" He said softly on her ear.
"Do something to get me louder." Cat begged him even though she was in a little pain.
She grabbed Daryl's hips with her lands and wrapped her legs around him, holding him close to her so he couldn't move. Once she was sure her legs were holding him still, she reached up and cupped his cheeks in her hands, pulling him down into a passionate kiss.
Their deep kiss distracted Cat from focusing on everything else. She lost herself in his motions, in his heat and moaned through pursed lips. She broke her lips free breathlessly.
"Daryl…." She was much louder this time…a little too loud perhaps. He was close…very close.
"I can't hold on…I can't…" She whispered breathlessly. Her voice was full of heat despite its softness. And then…
It was a flood of her body and his body melded into one.
Cat had never felt that before. Well, she had….just not like that. She still had her arms wrapped around him, her fingers dug into his back as her heart raced. She could feel Daryl's pulse throb in his neck against her skin.
Eventually, he placed a kiss on her forehead and pulled her against him and they both fell asleep.
Daryl's eyes shot open and he sat up in the dark room. For a moment, he had forgotten where he was and let out a sigh of relief when he remembered he was safe from the walkers. Beside him was Cat, lying on her back. Her right hand over her stomach and the left beside her head. Beneath her, brown hair was spilled out in a very elegant manner, her green braid just over her shoulder. The blanket covering up to just below her belly button.
Daryl had been with plenty of women but they were all the same. He usually went for the blonde chics with huge tits and had fake tans that were somewhat easy to ignore along with the caked on makeup. This girl… She was far from that. Pale, even though she spends most of her time outside. Her hair was nothing like the blondes he used to date. Her breasts weren't huge, maybe about a B going on to a C. Her personality was dark, almost had a gothic touch to it, she wasn't overly loud and always laughing like his past girlfriends. Girlfriend…
Would she want to be considered as such?
He just couldn't figure out why she was…better than the others.
Maybe he was just getting soft…or growing up. He had to admit Andrea was hot but he just couldn't bring himself to go for any other girl. He never went for virgins, anyway! The redneck wasn't used to the idea of being in love after growing up with a drunken father, his racist brother taking care of him.
What would Merle say about this one? Congratulate him? 'Nah.' He thought, 'He'd beat me over the head with a fuckin' stick, probably.'
"Carl! No! Carl!"
"Was he bit?"
"Shot! By your man!"
"I'm sorry…"
A gunshot was heard followed by painful screams.
"I know what kind of person you are, Shane."
Cat opened her eyes and sat up straight into Daryl's arms.
"It's ok. It's ok."
Then Cat done something she had never done in front of another living being.
She cried.
"Hey, you're ok." Daryl knew what type of person she was and didn't know if he should worry that she was crying on him, or feel privileged that she was actually crying in front of him.
"You tell anyone about this and I'll kill you."
Daryl pulled away from her and looked her in the eye, "Listen. You shouldn't cry. An angel's tears are too pure for this world to see."
It wasn't long at all before they both fell asleep once again in each other's arms.
Daryl stirred and reached over for Cat. He saw she had put his shirt on to sleep and he wasted no time working his hand under the edge of it. His touch woke Cat. She stirred a bit and turned her body toward his touch.
"Hey." His voice was hardly audible in the silence of the night. "You should know, I get so horny around this time almost every night."
Normally, Cat would have thought that comment to be a bit conceded but he sounded sincere and he had so much want for her.
"Daryl… She uttered as she felt his tender hands on her skin.
"Cat, I want you." He said through hungry lips.
"I know." She responded.
"No, I mean… I really want you. I don't just want you right now." Daryl said.
"I want you, too. In so many ways."
"You really should wear my clothes more often," Daryl said, pulling her on top of him. Cat laughed softly at him.
"You're sexy. Everything about you is so fuckin' sexy." He kissed her gently.
"You know, Daryl… I'm no virgin now. I'm ready for more." Cat clung to him.
"No you ain't." It was all he said before kissing her deeply, a smile touching her lips.
She put her arms around him as the weight of Daryl's body sunk into her.
"What is it…about us virgins you males like so much?" She laughed sweetly.
"You got lots a' learnin' to do….and the lucky guy gets to do all the teachin'." He laughed at her and stripped her body of his shirt.
"I thought I already knew half of what I was doing." She mentioned earlier. "I read."
"Thank God for that. Now, you just….lay there and let me do all the work. I'll give you a job later….that's a mouth full." He winked at her quite thrilled with himself. Cat couldn't hide her laughter.
"Daryl, shut up!" she said it teasingly this time. She sighed at the feeling of him very suddenly inside her.
"Shouldn't we…be using…I don't know, some kind of protection for this?" She clung to him.
"Little late for that shit, baby." He answered her.
"Well, a baby is not what I'm aiming for anytime soon." Cat moaned again. She didn't care right now. Granted, she wanted to…but she didn't. He was taking her over. Daryl shifted his body on her. She was alarmed when he pushed her over to her stomach and pulled her body down toward him. Damn it he was strong….she hated to love that about him.
Daryl pulled her body up until she was on her knees.
"You're gonna have to hold on tight." He warned her, grabbing a fistful of her brown and green hair.
"What are you… Ah-!" She cried out much too loudly than she should have. His hands, his chin against her shoulder….everything. It was unlike anything she had ever imagined…or read about.
Cat could feel her knees going weak. He shoved her face forward into the pillow beneath her and for good reason. The howl that escaped her would have woken the world. She didn't quite anticipate him pulling out of her so quickly, but her body had turned into a rag doll and turning her over to face him was like flipping a pancake. And then….Cat gasped as she felt him overtake her again. The fire she felt between her thighs was about to reach it's peak. Daryl, being the gentleman he was, watched in delight as her body gave into him. She hadn't even finished her own climax when she felt a warm and messy slop cover her stomach.
Cat panted through clenched teeth as she drug her hands over her moist stomach; spreading the heat of her lover over her.
Cat's breath finally returned to normal, the pulse in her neck rested. She still had her hands on her stomach in what had become a semi-dried mess. She knew she couldn't just roll over and go to sleep. She'd make a mess of the sheets…and her lover.
"Ok, I'm taking another shower."
"Again?"
"Uh, yeah." She poked the tip of his nose and went into the bathroom. The water was turned on and she stepped into the shower. Her eyes were closed as she stood under the warmth of the water, not even noticing Daryl sneaking in behind her. She slightly jumped when his arms wrapped around her bare waist.
"The others aren't awake yet. It'll be hours before they wake up."
"What are you trying to say?"
He smirked, "We could always have a round on the table in the lounge.
"Oh my God, you're horrible!" She turned and kissed him, her hands cupping his cheeks.
His lips were around her nipple in a heartbeat when they shifted, him pulling her against him with her legs around his waist, her back against the wall of the shower.
"Daryl…" He loved it when she called out his name in that tone. A tone that was quiet, yet loud and sexy all at the same time. When he entered her, it was slow and wonderfully tormenting. After a few thrusts, he moved a bit and shifted his hips down slightly, pressing the head of it against her puckered hole.
"Daryl-!" She cried his name and tightened her arms around him, "I've never….."
"So the vibrator didn't claim this area? I'm the first?"
She nodded, blushing madly. "Yes."
Cat felt uncomfortable when he began to push his cock into her tight ass, her gasp echoing against the shower walls. She felt overwhelming pain then sudden exquisite pleasure that she couldn't get enough of.
"You- …Have a big dick…"
"Why, thank you." His grin made her heart beat even faster as he moved, "You know how to make a man feel good about himself." His eyes looked into hers, "You alright?"
His response was a shy nod and he continued, moving faster.
As he thrusts into her, his hand traveled down to fondle her and her cries became louder. The two came at the same time.
They stayed in their close position for a few minutes afterward until Daryl spoke, "Well… I guess we'd better finish our shower…"