Chapter 8
Sweet Citrus
They kissed for ten minutes. Daryl's hands were all over Beth's breasts, and he could scarcely control himself. He would have knocked her down on the grass if not for the chance of Sheila reappearing.
"I'm a dick, I know."
"Sometimes you say and do things to push people away Daryl. It hurts a lot."
"I know. I'm a dick."
"No Daryl, that's what gets you in trouble, being down on yourself. You're not a dick. I wouldn't be in love with a dick."
"Oh God," he said, his heart galloping. He took a slow, deep breath in, and breathed out slowly, feeling some combination of excitement and terror, his arms around Beth's waist, his head tilted, resting on top of hers.
"I don't know how to do this Beth."
"You always tell me to stay close to you when we go out on runs, and I do. I want you to stay close to me Daryl. When you feel like pulling away, just think of that, and come close to me. Please don't go away again."
"K, I'll try, but I need ta take it slow Beth."
"Alright," she agreed.
After their discussion, Beth interpreted it as a green light, and proceeded full steam ahead.
She kissed him in the morning in the kitchen. She kissed him in the afternoon by the well. She kissed him in the evening preparing dinner; and she kissed him at night after putting Sheila to bed.
Curtis conveniently excused himself whenever he observed Beth circling Daryl. Watching Daryl in this situation was hilarious. He knew Daryl did not stand a chance of resisting Beth, at least not for long. He was rooting for Daryl to emerge from this experience a changed and happier man.
Clearly, Beth did not comply with the take it slow agreement. She was all passion and desire. Consequently, Daryl was walking around with a hard on most of the day. He didn't see how this arrangement was going to work.
Daryl worried about losing control again. He wanted the sex to be good for her. He wasn't sure how he would pull that off considering his limited experience.
Daryl stretched out on the sofa after dinner.
"Make room for me."
She lay down on the sofa facing him, gazing into his eyes, grinning widely.
She placed her right arm over his hip, and pulled herself close to him, looking dreamily into his deep, blue eyes.
How she could still be so optimistic astounded him, but he loved it. It was the most attractive quality about her.
Her chest, hips and legs lay against his body, her face near his. She couldn't get close enough. She breathed deeply through her nose, taking in his scent.
"Beth, remember, we're taking it slow."
Daryl instinctively placed his left hand on the small of her back to keep her from falling off the sofa.
"Beth" he spoke softly but was interrupted by her soft kiss on his lips.
Beth placed Daryl's hand on her breast, over her blouse while they were kissing.
He felt the heat rising between his legs.
"Beth, have you had sex before?"
"Yes, with Jimmy once, and with Zack at the prison. Zack was more experienced, ya know, I enjoyed it.
Dear Lord, Daryl thought, Zack was a better lover!
"What about you? What was your sexual experience?"
"There were women. Usually I was drunk. The women were aggressive. Mostly did it in my truck. Just a lotta one night stands. No feelings involved, at least not mine."
He was embarrassed. He looked down. She stroked his cheek with her hand.
"We're gonna have to use protection."
"I know. I been puttin' some to the side"
"Yeah, I know."
Daryl's bedroom was dim but not pitch black.
Beth sat on the edge of the bed facing the door.
Daryl entered, closing the door, and sat down next to her.
"Beth"
"Yes Daryl?"
"I'm sorry about ya know… last time."
"Daryl, you were beautiful. I loved sharing that with you," she said touching his face.
"But you didn't enjoy it."
"Daryl I'm here now, I've been waiting for you. Do you want me?"
"Yes, Beth."
He kissed her lips. He felt shy but followed his body's longing. As soon as he gave in to his desire, she kissed him enthusiastically.
He loved her smell, her hair, and petting her small tits under her nightgown that were the perfect size for her body.
She loved his muscular arms, chest and legs. His strong rough hands on her soft white little body turned her on. Her hands wandered under his shirt. She looked into his beautiful blue eyes while strumming his hair. His masculine scent intoxicated her.
Her scent, her soft skin, her breathy moans accelerated his passion. Their kissing got hot. He rolled on top of her.
Kneeling, Daryl pulled Beth's night gown over her head, tossing it on the floor. His large hands covered her breasts, and slid down her sides feeling her ribs, her waist, and her hips.
His rough hands on her body turned her on. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and struggled to unbutton it, lifting it over his head, desperate to see his chest with his shirt off.
She feasted on his gorgeous body, sweeping her hands over his chest, threading her fingers through his chest hair. She pinched his nipples and lay her hands flat against his stomach, enjoying the hardness of his abs. His arms and legs felt hard and muscular under her hands.
He pulled her further on the bed, and tugged and sucked her hardened nipples.
"Ow," she said, as he bit her nipple.
"Sorry," he replied,
It didn't really hurt, and he wasn't really sorry.
She felt flushed as her heart pumped faster.
Daryl raised her arms over her head, holding her wrists in one hand, and rubbed his face against her underarms, taking in her scent. He palmed her breasts, and sucked her sweet tits.
He kissed her stomach, and squeezed her ass, his temperature rising, and his cock throbbing.
Her breathing was heavy her skin flushed, and her pussy wet. She could feel his erection through his pants against her pelvis as he lowered himself on top of her.
She purposefully grinded her pelvis upward against his cock through her panties.
She kept rubbing her little nub against him through their clothes, using his hardness to press against her.
She tugged on his belt and unbuckled it. She opened the button on his pants and unzipped them, grabbed the waistband and pulled down, giving him no option but to assist her.
She reached her hand into his boxers and felt his flesh, his soft skin, the shape of his head. Wrapping her hand around his hardness, she loved feeling his soft skin and hard cock. She loved his head. She loved his hot temperature against her palm.
With two hands, she felt his engorged shaft, lingering on his head. One hand reached for his balls cupping them with gentle pressure.
"Oh my God Beth," he sighed.
Beth was fully aroused, and Daryl was the object of her unabashed desire. She clutched his body, kissing him wildly.
She helped him push off his boxer shorts, his manhood on display.
"You're beautiful" she said. "I want you."
Daryl pulled off Beth's underwear. She eagerly assisted, kicking it off.
He held himself over her. She took him in her hands and rubbed his head against her wet opening. She rubbed him upward over her clit.
"Uuuugghh" she moaned as she pressed his head against her from her opening over her clit spreading her juices over him and her.
She gripped and teased him against her opening probing but not entering.
She took her enjoyment from his body without inhibition. Her eyes were closed. She pressed his length flat against her clit rubbing him against her from clit to slit. She raised her hips up and down spreading her hot wetness against the side of his manhood.
"Fuck me Daryl, fuck me," she begged him moving his head to her welcoming heat.
When she spread her legs for him, his passion unleashed like a fury.
Daryl's heart was hammering with his own sexual desire. Beth appeared like a goddess, her blond hair a wild mess, strewn across the bed, her body open to him, her nipples hard and erect, her pussy wet and waiting, her complexion hot and flushed.
He opened the condom and slid it over his hardness.
Daryl lay over Beth, his cock in his hand, lined up with her hot pussy. He probed her entrance, feeling her slick surface.
As he pushed inside her, she moaned with pleasure. He burrowed his face in her neck as he pressed all the way in, groaning.
He bit her earlobe and groaned in her ear. She felt his hot breath in her ear. It tickled her in the most sensual way, sending chills up her body right to her nipples.
"Daryl," she moaned
He was inside her and she loved the feel of him filling her up as he withdrew and pushed inside. She loved his groans, and how he could not get enough of her face, neck and ears while he pumped between her thighs.
She loved the tickle in her clit as she moved her body in rhythm with his enjoying the contact.
"Show me" he whispered to her.
She maneuvered herself on top of him, straddling him. She grabbed him with her hand, and lined him up with her entrance. She sat on his cock, allowing him to enter her deeply.
He held his breath while she slid down his length. He did not exhale until she sat flush against his pelvis, and he released a deep groan.
"Beth."
She began riding him, took her fingers and rubbed circles on her clit moaning with pleasure. As the tension in her body mounted, he felt her tighten around him.
He started raising and lowering his hips as he enjoyed the friction against Beth's cushiony walls, his own tension building.
"Here", she took his fingers, placed them on her clit, her hand over his, making light circles. It only took a few light circles over her clit and...
"Oh my God, Daryl I'm gonna cum baby. I'm gonna cum."
Her hot muscular walls gripped him, his climax close, egged on by Beth's clenching and passionate utterances.
Daryl picked up speed thrusting into her harder and faster.
"I'm cuming baby, uuhhhh Daaaaaryyyyllll," she wailed and held the note as her orgasm flushed through her body.
"Beth you're squeezing me so hard" he exclaimed as her spasms gripped him urging his release.
"Oh my God, Beth, I'm gonna cum," and in two thrusts he came, his own spasms spurting and spurting and spurting….
And then for a few moments they lay in each other's arms in the company of angels.
Daryl removed the condom, discarding it into the bedside wastebasket.
Out of breath and drained, he lay on his side, pulled Beth into him her back to his front, with his arm over her, and they slept.
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