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I had never felt so needed before.
When Daryl's lips were thrashing against mine, it was as if I didn't even need air. Our tongues melded together as his hands gripped onto my hip and the back of my neck. His breath was harsh and ragged, and once again I could feel his heart racing when his chest was pressed against mine. He had positioned himself between my legs and I wrapped them around his waist, clutching him to me. I wove my fingers into his hair as if he were the only thing still anchoring me down and his desperate hunger for me coursed through my veins, coaching my body on how to respond to him. It's like we were made to be connected.
With my being firmly planted on the kitchen counter, pinned between granite and Daryl, I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. I knew there were bigger problems at bay. I knew there were things we needed to talk about, the first time we'd gotten together being one of them. However, the farther Daryl went, the more I let go. His lips moved from my lips and over my neck, biting down every so often. I knew there would be marks afterward but I didn't care. He needed it, and I needed him, however I could have him.
Quickly, Daryl picked me up in a bridal carry and took me to the couch, my bedroom clearly being to far away for his tastes. He laid me out gently before hopping on top of me, his body practically hovering over mine as he propped himself up using the couch for support. His tongue dragged across his lips and it made me squirm as I remembered where it had been a few days prior. His devilish grin set itself upon his lips as he dropped his head so his lips were resting against my ear. "I know exactly what yer thinkin' " he growled, his body slowly descending onto mine, trapping me beneath him. The weight of his body against mine felt indescribable, like he was staking some claim on me and I could feel how badly he wanted me. His hand palmed my breast, causing my breath to hitch in my chest which only made him chuckle darkly. "Come on, baby girl. Tell me how much ya want me." His heavy drawl was enough to set my entire body aflame.
There were no words for what I was feeling. My brain had completely shut down. The only things that were making sense at the moment were Daryl and my unbridled desire for him. He moved his hand from my chest down my side until he reached the waistband of my shorts. Teasingly, he smoothed his hand over my sex and settled his palm right above my slit. My breathing was erratic as I continuously reminded myself to breathe and a warm desire had settled in the pits of my stomach. Apparently, my silence was unsatisfactory. "Well, in that case, I guess I should jus' stop huh?" he teased as he slowly began pulling his hand back. Before I knew it, my hand was on his, pushing it back down. His eyes burned like the first time we'd been together and I knew I had him.
"Please" I purred, my voice soundly almost unrecognizable to my own ears. It was laced with wanton desire and he knew it, it was like he fed off it.
"Please what?" he inquired as he dipped a finger into me, eliciting a moan loud enough to wake the dead. I could feel him straining against his jeans and I wanted nothing more than him. Resting his forehead against mine, our eyes locked once more and it felt like he was burning straight through me. "I wanna hear ya, darlin'. Tell me."
Before I could answer, his finger toyed with me again. I could feel the familiar heat pooling throughout my body and I could feel that my upper thighs were slick. With a breathy whisper, I clutched my hand to the back of his neck and kissed him softly. "Please don't stop" I begged, my lips brushing against his as I spoke. My request was all he needed before he pulled back and peeled my shorts and panties away. Daryl's hands drifted to his wallet that was situated in his back pocket as always and removed a familiar foil packet, but he moved farther away so he was leaning on the armrest opposite me. He stroked himself as I picked my head up, my eyes never leaving his. When he was hard enough for his liking, he rolled the condom on and leaned over, pulling me on top of him.
I guess he noticed the fear in my eyes because he smiled impishly as I sat there staring at him. "What?" he asked, his voice gravely and thick. "Ya never been on top before?"
Dropping my gaze, I shook my head, my messy hair brushing over my shoulders as I moved. When I'd been with Jimmy, he'd never allowed me to ride him. He'd always been the one on top since he was "the man" and he was more experienced than I was. Nerves shot through me as I felt Daryl's hand against my cheek. "You'll like it" he said softly, pulling me harder so I had no choice but to straddle him. I could feel him twitching underneath me as our hips were pressed together. He grinned at me as I sat up straight. "I promise, you'll like it."
Daryl gently guided himself inside me and my head felt back from the sensation. I had never felt so...full. His fingers dug into my my hips as he ground his into mine. Without thinking twice, I ground back as if my body knew what to do without having to be told. Our moans soon filled the room as we moved as one. When he gave, I took and vice versa. Our bodies collided over and over again in waves of need and passion and I could feel myself edging closer. Releasing my hips, Daryl took his thumb and rubbed it against my clit as if he were trying to pull the orgasm from my body.
"Daryl..." I moaned as I fixed my sights on him. His eyes were full of desire and something that seemed like adoration. He'd been watching me the entire time, watching how my breasts bounced while I rode him, watching my skin flush. The more he toyed with me, the closer I came to the end but I needed him to finish with me. Lowering myself so my chest was against his, I kissed him roughly, biting on his lower lip before I moved to his neck. His fingers tensed on my hip and my name fell from his lips as our pace quickened. With one final thrust, we came together, my cries of ecstasy and his string of profanities flooding the entire apartment. I collapsed on top of him, our chests heaving from the lack of air. Without warning, he threw our bodies backwards so he was atop me yet again, his smile soft and sated. I didn't even remember falling asleep, all I knew was that I had never felt safer than I did underneath Daryl Dixon.