I needed him to stay.
As I stood from the couch, my fingers intertwined with his, Daryl's eyes wouldn't leave mine. I stood there for a moment letting the comfortable silence blanket us as he contemplated my request. His eyes spoke volumes in that brief time about his obvious desire, his fear, his confusion. Seeing that he wasn't going anywhere, I sat on the coffee table, my knees nestled between his legs and our hands still clasped in the other's. Bending down, I placed a soft, gentle kiss onto the top of his left hand, which was enveloping my own. It was a simple gesture, but it still made enough of an impact to cause him to smile. In order to alleviate his hesitation, I smiled back warmly.
"I wouldn't ask if I didn't want you to" I whispered, as if I were afraid of my confession lingering in the air. With my flushed cheeks and tousled hair, I pulled one of my hands back and rested it against his neck. "Please?"
Just sitting there staring into his eyes sent delicious shivers down my spine. Our breaths were heavy in the desire laden atmosphere of my apartment and I knew for a fact that my heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest in any way possible. The longer we sat there, the more nervous and scared I became. If he truly wanted to give in to my request, why did he keep waiting? I couldn't tell if it was because of everything that had transpired that afternoon already, or if was just because of his own fears. Ultimately, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
Kissing him again, I stood and gently tugged on his arm, indicating that I wanted him to rise from my couch. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held myself to him, my head resting against his chest. I could hear his excited heartbeat clear as day and it made me blush once more. I looked up at him with doe-eyed innocence but kept my facial expressions the same. In a low voice, which turned out to be much more sultry than I intended, I continued my pestering. "Don't you want to stay with me?"
The second the words left my lips it was as if a switch had been flipped inside him. Pushing me away from him a bit, he captured my head in his strong hands and pulled me up to meet him as he attacked my lips with his. The kiss was different than before. While it still had the desperation and necessity that it originally displayed, there was this carnal desire that seeped from every movement. Before long he was pushing me backward and I knew where he was leading me. As we passed over the threshold into my bedroom, Daryl walked me directly to my bed, only stopping when my calves made contact with the footboard.
During our pilgrimage from my living room to my bedroom, the intensity of our kiss only escalated. With his thumbs on my cheeks and his fingertips gripping into the back of my head, he caught my bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a soft moan in return. My body felt like putty in his hands as he lustfully palmed my breast, dropping his lips to my neck and kissing every hollow he could find. Every pressure caused my breath to hitch in my chest and I could feel him grinning against my skin. Shakily, I moved my hands from around his waist to hem of his shirt, tugging at it to alert him that I wanted it gone. He pried his lips away from my neck and removed the t-shirt, allowing me my first real look at him. His chest and stomach were cut, pronouncing every muscle he had. He was tanned from what I figured was being out in the woods and his chest had random scars appearing. I couldn't peel my eyes off him.
Moving forward, I began to cover his chest in soft, sensual kisses. His fingers wove themselves into my hair as my lips travelled across his skin. Every muscle tensed at my feathery touch, causing an almost growl to form in his throat. My adoration didn't last long before he pulled back and pulled my shirt off over my head. Before we could lose ourselves again, I gripped him on the back of the neck and kissed him passionately as I pulled myself onto my bed with him in tow. He leaned onto his right side, pressing against my left, and brought his left hand up to my chest, massaging me over what little cover I had left. My moan fell onto his lips and he grasped harder, rougher, rubbing his thumb over my nipple with just the cloth as a thin barrier. I hardened quickly under his firm touch and arched my back in order to push my chest further into his hand. Even while kissing me he chuckled and dragged his lips over my jaw so that he was kissing the delicate skin below my ear.
"Impatient, ain'tcha?" he asked, his words barely above a whisper. I could feel my core tightening at his words, desire pooling deep within me. Jimmy had never spoken to me like that, ever. Sexual encounters between him and I were usually very passive and were never as hot as what I was experiencing with Daryl. His Southern lilt was dark and heavy with lust and my body was reacting in every way it possibly could. I tried to form words to respond to him, but a soft mewl was the only sound to escape my lips. Apparently, it was still a suitable answer. "Darlin' do you want me to keep goin'?" he implored. "Can't promise ya I'll be able ta stop, especially when ya make sounds like that." I nodded aggressively, still incapable of forming words. There was no way in hell that I wanted him to stop, I needed him to keep going or I would have lost it.
Accepting my non-verbal agreement, Daryl grinned impishly at me as I felt his hand come around to my back, unclasping my bra only to yank it off and toss it to the floor. His rough fingers kneaded into my breast as his lips took in the other. Licking me, sucking me, biting me, I was slowly unravelling in his hands and as soon as he could tell, he stopped, regardless of my silent pleading gaze. He continued to press kisses down between my breasts, over my stomach and across my hips before his hands came to the waistband of my jean shorts. With one quick movement, he'd flicked the button from it's place and pulled the zipper down, exposing my soft green panties beneath. He sat back on his heels and his eyes drank in the sight of me before he reached and began to pull down my jeans, my hips rising to aid him in his endeavor. Once I was laying there, he reached back into the back pocket of his pants and pulled out his wallet, only to throw it onto my nightstand.
Once again, Daryl's eyes poured over me, making me squirm under his predatory gaze. His devilish smile returned as he watched me and his hands massaged my thighs as he pulled my legs apart. I was practically panting by that point, my chest heaving with every attempted breath. My desire coursed through me like a bullet train as my lidded eyes tried to focus on his. "Please Daryl" I begged, my voice sounding raspy and oozing with need. I needed something, a touch, a kiss, anything really. I was desperate for anything he'd give me and that's exactly where he wanted me.
"Please wha' Darlin?" he drawled, his grin still stuck to his lips, "Tell me whatcha want." His fingers danced down my thighs ever so delicately, burning into my skin as they went. "I have a feelin' but I need you ta tell me. Just so I'm sure."
I rolled my head back at his touch, my hand moving so it was between my legs. He wanted to toy with me and it was working. Every atom in my body craved him, every inch of me crying out and begged for attention. His hand caught mine and he tsked softly. "I don't think so, girl" he said, "If yer a good girl and tell me whatcha want, I might be inclined to give it to ya."
"I need you" I whispered as I was unable to breath properly enough to speak. "Please. Anything. Please." I had never begged for something like that in my life, mainly because I'd never felt such a strong need for any man's touch. The only thought rolling around in my mind was that I needed release, but I needed it from him.
"Well, since ya asked so nicely." Before I knew it, his head was between my legs and his fingers were pulling the fabric away from my hips. Dragging his tongue over my slit, I moaned loudly, dropping my hand onto his head an weaving my fingers into his hair. Looking up at me, he brought his flattened tongue over me again, causing my hips to buck. Instead of licking again, he dipped his tongue into me and flicked upward, stimulating me further. He lapped at me hungrily, probing me with his tongue before he brought his fingers to my opening. Delicately, he pushed one digit inside of me while still suckling my clit, the sensation causing me to grip onto him harder. I noticed that the harder I pulled, the harder he went, as if my actions were what was driving him on. It wasn't long before he inserted another finger, effectively stretching me around him.
I could feel the familiar heat flooding through my body, alerting me that I was close. He read my body as if we'd done this a million times and sped up, crooking his fingers at my G-spot in addition. Pushing my head back, I gripped onto his hair and pulled his head closer (as if it were even possible) and violently came, my body practically convulsing. Every nerve ending in my body felt like it was flaming as his name repeatedly fell from my lips like the most solemn of prayers. I rode out the wave of ecstasy only to be surprisingly sad when I felt him pull away from me.
Leaning over me, he grabbed his wallet again, removing a foil packet from it's folds. Placing it between his teeth, he quickly undid his belt buckle, popped the button, and dropped the zipper before dropping both his pants and his boxer briefs from his muscularly cut hips. Pushing my head up from my pillow, I took a moment to look at him. While I'd felt him straining against fabric while we were in my living room, I had underestimated his size. I'd only ever slept with Jimmy, and he wasn't exactly well endowed, but Daryl was long and wide. Just looking at it, I knew it would hurt but I didn't care. I needed to feel him, I needed him to find his release like I had.
Ripping open the packet, Daryl rolled the latex over his length and eyed me for a moment. I could only imagine the sight he was taking it. I knew my hair was a mess, but in that 'just came' kind of way, and I had felt the blood rushing to my skin causing me to turn a shade of delicate pink. He looked down at himself for a moment and back at me, his lips curling in a dastardly sort of way. "Ready?" he asked, he voice low. I nodded and he soon pushed himself so his eyes were above mine. With one hand on my hip and the other on the pillow beside my head, I moaned loudly as I felt him plunge into me. He quickly pressed our foreheads together as he rocked his hips slowly, allowing my body to adjust to him. Our lips were millimeters apart and we shared air as he quickened his pace.
It wasn't long before I could feel him nearing his end and I raked my nails over his back, passing over more scars before settling on his hip. I gripped into him as I rocked mine upward to meet him thrust for thrust and I could see in his eyes that it was what he needed to send him over the edge. Whispering my name mixed with multiple profanities, he finally released into me and collapsed on top of me. Our chests were heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and he slowly removed himself from me and rolled onto his back. He removed the condom and got up from the bed, depositing it in a trash can by the door, only to get back onto the bed with me.
Pulling the covers down, I shimmied my way and nestled inside, my body to weak to move. "Get in" I said softly as I pulled the blanket down, indicating I wanted him to join me in my sated relaxation and he obliged, turning us both onto our sides and molding our bodies together. I wiggled in his strong arms, my fingers laced with his and his nose was in my hair as he breathed me in. Daryl soon followed me into a deep, comfortable sleep.