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Notes: Super-Mega-Duper Thanks to all the readers/Reviewers out there! You guys have made this my favorite story to write in the history of EVER. xD Last four chapters are upon us!
And of course I have to give a Daryl Dixon Clone to my Beta Angelinaa for attempting to understand my typos and reining in the craycray. ^_^ Or was it Joining in the CrayCray?! LOL
Chapter Seventy
(Fin's POV)
"Lift that arm higher, there you go."
Mika grins at me all big brown doe eyes. "Like this?"
"Yes Ma'am." I watch her draw back on the string slowly, arms shaking with the effort even though it's set at its lowest weight as a child's bow.
It will take her a long time to build the muscle for this; especially on top of everything else she's had to overcome the last few weeks. She lets the arrow's fletching go and we both watch it fly to land near the floor at the end of the run sticking up barely a few inches from the floor thirty feet away.
"Will I ever be as good as you?" She's frowning.
"You'll get it Mika. Don't worry it just takes practice." Carl answers for me a few feet away pulls back and lets his arrow go. He hits the target just outside the Bullseye grins at us both.
"See?"
"That's amazing; you're so good at this." Mika beams at him.
Carl's eyes dart away and he flushes. "It's just practice, like she said; no big deal."
He shifts his feet on the floor grabbing another arrow. He's a little farther off this time. I hide my grin turning back to help Mika draw back on her bow again, steadying her position.
Footsteps echo over our heads, turn into boots and then legs and a body descending the ladder to our right. Mika's whole face breaks into a giant grin the instant she recognizes Carol's back.
"You guys having fun?"
"I hit the paper!" She all but squeals it.
Oh, to be 11 years old and still so innocent in this world after everything she's been through; wonders never cease.
Carol turns to see the arrow at the edge of the circle, ignoring all the ones scattered in the mattress around it…the few on the ground that didn't even make it that far.
"That's great baby, can I borrow Fin for a second?"
Mika nods so hard it shakes the short thick golden braid she's taken to wearing down the center of her back every day since we returned. She moves closer to Carl, grabs his hand still grinning. "Yes, Carl can help me."
Carl glances at her flushing hard again stammers a quick "Sure." I catch Carol's eye for a second and she grins at me. Sometimes it's easy to forget that Carl is a fourteen year old boy and finds Mika's enthusiasm for hanging out with him a little awkward.
"We'll be right back." We just move to the far corner, lean against the wall for a moment near the fencing overlooking the side of the silent warehouse.
"What is it?" Carol is friendly towards me now. The tension I once felt in her presence has all but ebbed away over the last few weeks. But she doesn't usually pull me aside for private chats; not unless it's about Mika or Daryl.
She leans against the wall lips twitching into a tight line that's not exactly a frown looking at her shoes. "I wanted to thank you for teaching Mika the past few days, and I hope you'll continue to do it; she needs everything she can get..."
"You don't have to thank me for that, Carol. I'm happy to do it." She's right they all need to know how to defend themselves. Especially innocent Mika with her sweet smile and big doe eyes, adding in the fact that she's a small stature for her age—will probably end up petite like me. Just one more strike against her; she'll have to learn to move twice as fast; run harder; fight dirtier to press every advantage to survive…
She needs to know how to fight to protect herself against Walkers and Humans alike.
"I know I don't have to…I wanted to." I wait silently keep my gaze locked through the chain link fence staring hard at the cinderblock wall on the other side. I'm certain that can't be all that's on her mind. Otherwise she wouldn't have pulled me away in private.
"I also wanted to congratulate you on your council position."
I have to laugh at that shaking my head while she turns to look at me. "No, don't do that, it still feels weird."
Having Rick and everyone looking at me asking me for advice on what we should grow and plant and hunt this upcoming Spring and Summer is fine when it's one on one advice, informal; but it's bizarre when it's me addressing everyone like some professor at a lecture hall…
"You're a lot like him that way, you know. He never did take a compliment well. I also wanted to say I'm sorry. For the day we met; and afterwards with Lizzie, the things I said…"
"Carol…"
"No, I need to get this off my chest, so let me okay?" I nod, feeling the knots in my stomach twist and writhe taking in her serious expression, wondering exactly what's coming.
"I've known Daryl since; well basically since the beginning… He's seen me through some serious shit. Losing my daughter, and so many friends… He's been the one constant thing I could depend on... never judged me, never made me feel like I was trapped by the things that happened to me before all this…or after it." She trails off looking lost, one shoulder lifting in a rolling shrug followed with a heavy sigh.
"I saw the way he looked at you that first day, and I'll admit; it scared me. After Rick told me to leave and I made it back to the Prison just after the fight; I thought I lost everyone… I'd just about given up and then there he was in the middle of nowhere; and I thought I found him again…it was like a miracle. Except all of a sudden in just a few weeks everyone was different; and I felt like I'd been replaced… I didn't know what to do with that feeling. I didn't know where I belonged in this new picture."
She pauses, drawing in a steadying breath still not quite looking at me as she continues. "It took me a while to realize he didn't replace me; he still needed me… Just not the same way he does with you. It was never like that between us; I don't know if he ever said anything; but it wasn't, not ever. A long time ago I thought maybe there might be something more than just friends…but it just never happened, and then it passed and we were what we were…and it worked. I thought with you around that I was losing that, but that was selfish of me and wrong and I'm sorry."
She's looking at me now, the first hints of a smile softening her face and her eyes. "I just want you to know he found the one he was waiting for... I realize now just how much he needs someone like you in his life… not just someone." She amends looking down again.
"He needs you. I think I saw him actually smile the other day…" She pauses again, smiling herself slowly shaking her head.
"Anyways; I just felt like I needed to say something."
"You don't. It's okay. He's never had someone watching out for him in his life; he's lucky to have you, we all are." After watching Carol the last few weeks; interacting with her more both around Daryl and immediately after what happened with Chris—she has nothing to apologize for: she's a good person, one of the few left in this terrible world.
"One more thing. I was wondering… Do you think it would be possible to organize a Christmas for everyone?"
I stare at her, struck dumb by the idea. Why didn't I think of that with the kids? "Yeah, I'm sure we could figure something out." I have an idea already, several.
"We can talk about it later, I just wanted to bring it up. I thought it could be a surprise for everyone; we can pull that off right?"
I find myself nodding. It's a perfect surprise; and going on any runs alone to grab things we might need will be a breeze for me. As long as I can get away from Daryl long enough to go on the one I really need to make…
I might have to send him Hunting alone so he doesn't know I'm gone… otherwise he'll ruin the surprise by demanding to go with me. I lean into Carol and tell her my idea watching her grin instantly.
"That's a fantastic idea; But we'll probably need Rick's help. Maybe we can talk about it again tomorrow?" She smiles moving back towards Mika and Carl. "Perfect, Come on Mika; that's enough it's way past bedtime, we've got an early day tomorrow. Fin's going to show you guys more self-defense."
Winter means early bedtimes for most of us; saving as much kerosene for the lanterns as possible. Once the sun goes down it gets very dark inside and outside, not much to do but go to bed and sleep, wait for another day to start.
I have maybe another half an hour of okay light before it gets truly dark in here, far too dark to shoot.
As Carl heads upstairs after a quick word of goodnight, and Mika moves downstairs with Carol. I stay behind. I pick up my bow off the folding table and nock an arrow; send it down range. I grab another arrow repeating the action. And then a third. At least it feels like my strength and my aim is back to normal, my shoulder doesn't hurt at all anymore. It's become just one more faint white line telling the harsh story of my life on skin.
I move to grab another arrow, realize the bucket on the table closest to me was emptied by the majority of Mika's awkward haywire shots earlier. I set my bow down and walk to the folding table set against the cinderblock wall near the ladder where another large bucket holds more arrows.
I hesitate halfway through the motion; fingers wrapped around a few arrows ready to pull them out when I notice Daryl must have been down here this afternoon practicing too.
His Crossbow is still sitting on the table.
He must have left it here when Rick called him upstairs for the meeting; never made it back down to grab it afterwards… He's barely let it go since the whole Chris incident. Even with Chris and Luke gone for several weeks now he's been very cautious. He doesn't even let us sleep without it within reach. Hell, I've nearly tripped over it in the dark several times getting out of bed in the middle of the night to pee.
I bite my lip staring at it.
I never did get the damn thing aimed right with Daryl distracting me before.
Which still irks me.
But Daryl isn't here right now…
I drop the arrows I was grabbing back into the bucket with several plastic plunking noises as their metal tips fall back against the bucket's bottom while I reach for the slightly shorter bolts in the other bucket instead. I close my fist over several of them and pick up the heavy bow.
Jesus. The thing is solid. No wonder Daryl has such amazing arms—lugging this heavy thing around day and night.
I walk back to the duct tape line. Out of habit I pinch one bolt's shaft in my teeth just like I would with my bow, set the others down on the table next to me. I place the crossbow's foot stirrup against the floor, with a heavy solid thump on the ply board. Slip my foot into place; pressing down so I can brace it hard enough to pull the string back until it clicks while I grit my teeth over the arrow. I pull the bolt out of my mouth and line it up with the crossbow still braced on the floor, sliding it into place grumbling to myself.
"That's just fucking awkward."
He makes it look so easy; maybe it's because I'm short…
I roll my eyes and pick the bow back up. I have to brace it's heavy weight with one elbow dug into my side, tight against my hip, keep my other hand farther down wrapped around the finger grip. My fingertips sliding into the four smooth oval grooves worn into the textured surface where Daryl's fingers would sit.
I stare down the sights try to keep my left arm steady under the heavy weight while I exhale and pull the trigger slowly releasing the shot.
"Knew you only wanted me for the damn bow."
My heart jumps into my throat as I drop my left hand back to my side, lowering the bow batting my eyelashes at him to cover my surprise at finding him leaned against the wall behind me. His forearms crossed over his chest, hands tucked tight under his arms watching me with narrowed eyes.
"You figured me out…all this time I was just trying to get my hands on your equipment."
He flushes when my eyes drop pointedly; but he doesn't look away.
How very bold of him…
He moves off the wall, walks across the room instead, grabbing a bolt from off the plastic folding table a few feet to my right. I watch him walking towards me with it in his fist. I can feel the outer edge of one eyebrow crawling slowly upward as he moves towards me. His lips twitch turning up just the slightest bit when I flush, eyes dropping from his my heart pounding because I can just feel him moving closer. My stomach gives a nervous flutter of anticipation. We've done this before; and this time there won't be any blue smoke on the roof to stop us…
My breath catches in my chest as he stands right behind me; reaches around me with one arm so that his warm skin touches my side holding the bolt out for me to grab from him.
I pinch it in my fingers, brushing his skin in the process. Have to shift the crossbow's heavy weight with one hand so I can line the bolt up with the other. Daryl's arm stays pressed to my ribs, braces the bows front with his hand on the far grip without comment. His forearm presses against my hip while he keeps me from dropping his bow on the ground. Watching me silently lips twitch taking in my trembling fingers that don't want to cooperate with him standing so close, his breathing warm on the back of my neck making my pulse race and goosebumps break out down my arms.
When it's locked in place finally I shift my elbows closer to my sides, lifting and aiming the bolt down range at the flimsy hole riddled paper target. His hands slide down to my hips, fingertips pressed over my hipbones through my tee squeezing and sending instant heat spiraling through my belly, racing through my veins with a dizzying flash of heat.
"I seem to remember being rudely interrupted the last time we worked on your form..."
I inhale slowly, wicked grin spreading across my face at his rough tenor. I squeeze the trigger on my exhale and drop the bow down in front of me feeling a little smug.
Bullseye.
I twist glancing at him over my shoulder. "I wasn't aware my form needed work."
He draws a tight breath when I lean back into him, rubbing my ass intentionally over the thick bulge now pressed against my backside. His fingers tighten over my hips jerking me back roughly making my eyes slip shut and my breath rush out in a sudden gasp of overwhelming desire.
I open my eyes again stare back at him reaching blindly for another bolt sitting on the table next to where we stand.
He watches me set the bow down in front of us this time not reaching forward to help. I brace my foot through the loop pulling the string back. He doesn't comment on the fact that I lean farther forward than is strictly necessary as I pull it back; pressing my ass tight against his obvious arousal. But when I catch him watching me over my shoulder the look he's giving me burns.
I straighten back up pretending not to notice; hefting the bow up off the floor, gripping it tightly so I can reload the bolt in my fingers, I hold it out to him once that's done watching him silently for a moment.
When he makes no move to grab it I speak. "I do believe I challenged you to a best two out of three if you'd like to still take that wager…"
I've already shot twice while he's been watching…
The look he gives me at that is be a deliberate warning; but I'm feeling reckless today. To Hell with restraint; I plan to drive him a little wild, the thought makes my insides quiver. His rough gaze already makes my insides clench and heat pool in all the right places.
He grabs the bow from my hands with exaggeratedly slow deliberate movements; dark swirling cobalt and grey gaze locked on mine. He inhales sharply against the back of my neck tickling the short hairs that have escaped my braid throughout the long day when I shift my feet, press my back flush against his heated chest looking down range again.
"Dangerous game you're play'n at girl."
God that voice. It's pure sex. I bite my lip feeling my womb clench in reaction.
He hums low in his chest behind me, leaning closer arms wrapped around my sides. The muscles of his biceps pressed tight to my shoulders while he aims at the far wall; draws in a steadying breath and prepares to massacre the defenseless paper target that's just become our victim in this game.
I drop my hands behind my back, feel his breath catch for a second while the low sound rumbling through my back deepens, darkens cutting off with a sharp hiss as my fingernails scratch up his thighs slowly, moving towards my ultimate goal.
He still hasn't taken the shot; his arms are just hovering in the air before me while my chin tips up so my head rests against his chest watching him and my fingers scratch over the impressive curve pressing against the strained material between us.
My elbows crook out to the sides away from our bodies; bending further at an almost awkward angle so my fingers can clasp the fastener of his belt. Proficiently working it open and loose with a well-practiced movement now almost second nature; even blind working against the small of my back where he's pressed tight.
His breathing has become a heavy pant against my skin, hot and possessive against the side of my neck. I bite my lip to stifle the groan trying to work its way loose when his teeth slide over my ear. Tongue following in a slow deliciously hot swipe down my skin…lips moving against the gentle curve just above my collar; the soft insistent swirl of wet tongue and suck of gentle pressure makes my knees shake and my whole abdomen flutter and tickle with want.
"Do you know what you're doing?" It's a low growl against my skin. His nose pressed to my hair breathing me in deep, while I shiver against his chest. I shudder, quivering with the heat rolling down my spine, at the tingling sparks of electricity centered low and growing bolder, spreading…
I pop the top button pressed against my spine, feel his zipper catch and drag with a rasp as my hand slips inside my warm palm gliding slowly over the unbelievably soft skin covering his hard length; throbbing hard against my back. I twist my head, meet that dark steely gaze with a sharp gasp of my own; biting my lip for just a moment lost in twirling sensations spasming under my skin; searing my nerves making me feel fuzzy and heavy; and light all at the same time.
I lean towards his lips feel him throb and twitch against my palm watching my tongue dart out to wet my bottom lip, a heady thrill zipping through my core, loving the sound of his tortured groan at my next words as my hand moves over him.
"You tell me…"
I pump my hand up and down his length squeezing, cup the rest of him against my other palm feeling his whole body jerk towards me, breath hissing out; cursing wildly between clenched teeth… and somehow he's still got that God Damn bow in his shaking hands, when they should be on me.
I drag my fist over his heavy throb, bite back a groan when his hips rock forward hard enough to make me stumble a step. I twist my head to see his arms visibly shaking; every muscle in them standing out in sharp relief for me to investigate.
I lean forward swirl my tongue over soft skin covering the bulging muscle just above his inner elbow feeling him buck against my hand still sliding up and down his length. I trace my tongue up over his skin, find the intriguing tattoo there just inches from my nose. His whole body jerks when I kiss him there, swirl my tongue against warm skin and sliding my teeth over his inked flesh with the lightest of pinches.
His crossbow drops to his side locked in one hand while his other comes up wrapping around my chest.
I lean into his palm, feel his warm skin even through too many layers of fabric separating us.
"Jesus Girl….fuck the things you do to me…"
He thrusts into my hand again, pressing me up onto my toes in front of him. I lean back tighter keeping my shoulders flat against his chest. A tight groan escaping me when I feel his hand slip under my shirt, sliding up over my heated skin to wrap around my waist. His warm calloused fingers drag me closer; making it difficult to keep moving my hands over him in the narrow space left between us now.
"Remind me again what the wager was exactly…"
"What's wrong Daryl? You seem a little distracted…"
His teeth nip at my neck just below my ear; sharp enough that I'll probably wear a mark tomorrow. I jerk and gasp hands tightening over his shaft in amazement at the desire that sweeps through my belly following the sting.
"Fuck, you want distracted? I'll give you distracted. Been trying to get you alone all God Damn day. Going out of my Fuckin mind in that stupid meeting... All I could think about was your smart little mouth wrapped around my cock; pulling you into my fucking lap grinding this against you right through your clothes… pressing you into the wall feeling you riding me all the way up until you cum on my name..."
Fuck.
I can't catch my breath; can barely stand up straight I'm shaking so hard.
I'm so beyond flutters at this point it's a God Damn heat wave roaring up my spine. I've got stars prickling against the corners of my vision and so much liquid searing heat gathered against my waiting slick folds that I could press my sex to him right here and bury him in a single hard thrust…lose myself in that delicious burn aching all the way to the back of my throat with him deep inside me.
I press my forehead to the side of his neck, trembling and gasping while my core spasms with need and the hazy fog swirling through my brain envelopes all rational thought chucking any remaining nerves about where we are out the God Damn window.
"Fuck it."
He grunts in approval when I spin in his arms letting him go. He passes his crossbow to his other hand behind my back in the same span of time it takes me to undo my belt all but tosses it onto the folding table with a heavy clatter still unfired. His hands are already sliding over top of mine watching me slide from my clothing his fingers skating back my legs to my bare waist, thumbs drawing small possessive circles against the swell of my hip. My boots already toed off kicked away and forgotten on the floor.
I raise my leg while he watches me move deliberately slow, teasing. I feel powerful watching his eyes darkening, hearing the softly uttered curse slipping out of him when I wrap my calf around his back; bare warm skin pressed against his. I run my fingers up his chest at the same time; press my palms to his shoulders and pull myself up and flush to his chest. Nod my approval to him feeling his touch sliding down my back; hands dipping to cupping my ass; part support, part caress.
He groans, nose pressed to my neck breathing me in deep feeling my other leg wrap around his waist. My burning wet heat now firmly pressed against his skin making him groan and me squirm. I'm desperate for friction, need to appease the heavy throbbing ache filling my whole belly; overwhelming all my other senses. I have to bite my lip tilt my head back, struggle to concentrate enough to remember how to breath with his heavy head pressed against my skin suddenly; I can feel him throbbing against the my leg… so close to where I ache where I want so desperately to feel him filling me.
He's got one hand on my hip now, his other palm cupping the back of my head, tilting me forward again. His grip on my waist grinds my core against his warm skin dragging a moan from my throat, a startled rush of air escaping when he does it again, faster this time making my insides twist and jerk in empty protest wanting more…
I drop my chin again, release one of his shoulders to drag my fingers through his thick dark hair turning him to look at me.
"So about that wager…"
His eyes narrow and his breath huffs out in a warm rush against my lips, voice thick and possessive; like his hands moving across boldly over my skin. "Fuck the damn wager."
I shake my head, teeth dragging over my bottom lip at the look he's giving me, what it does to my insides. "I mean if you can't do it…."
He all but growls, wraps the fingers of his left hand tight enough to bruise over my thigh for a moment hoisting me up closer to his chest, so I can wrap my legs tighter around him. I drape my arms tight around his shoulders holding myself up staring down at him taller now by just a few inches. His other hand grabs his crossbow off the table, bringing it to bear behind my back bolt already in place thank god.
"One shot." I'd almost call that tone cocky.
"And you have to hit the target…" I quirk my brow down at him while he dismisses that instantly.
"Pfft, I'll hit the damn target woman."
Oh how I want to prove him wrong… I drop one hand between us, slip my fingers down against my own skin and he suddenly doesn't look so certain… even less so when I find him with my fingertips, wrap my hand around him and angle his head to slide through the heat gathered at my entrance while his breathing picks up and he groans shaking against me.
I press over him just barely parting my folds, tilt my hips just enough to tease myself with the pressure; making myself gasp and my own eyes flutter shut squeezed tight trying to catch my breath hold myself back.
I leave him there pressed against my center, trapped against my heat let my fingers slide back between us, fingertips pressing against my own nerves. When I open my eyes he's watching me with those gorgeous steel blue eyes, breathing fast lips parted, chest pressed to mine tight with each ragged inhale he drags in.
"Take your shot Daryl." I turn his name into a low breathy exhale just to watch what it does to him. Roll my hips pressing down against his body just enough to increase the pressure against my folds; not enough to slide over him. "Not afraid of a little competition are you?"
"Aint afraid of nuthin, but you should be; gonna have everyone busting in here after I make you scream."
Oh God. My heat clenches against him dragging a soft moan from my lips, everything deep and primal inside me thrilled with that idea, humming and quivering at the dark wild look he's leveling at me again as he raises his other arm from my skin; steadies the stock of his bow against my back. Then he's shifting its heavy weight between his hands pressing it into my shoulder blade just enough that he has better control of his aim.
He can't drop his head to the sights with me blocking him so I lean into his chest on the pretense of moving out of the way; my true goal is sliding my lips up his skin, pressing my nose to the hollow of his throat watching him swallow tightly as I press even closer. I tilt my hips pressing down on his head feeling him slip farther along my wet heat, gasping, digging my nails into the tense straining muscles of his shoulders.
I wait till I can feel his arms tense, 'til he draws an almost steady slow deep inhale into his chest before I shift over him; slide down over him gasping his name against his neck at the amazing burn his body sliding into mine always gives me. The pinpricks of light behind my eyes bloom into heavy fireworks while my walls clench and spasm against his skin.
I barely register the sound of his crossbow releasing the sharp press of recoil against my skin too busy tilting my head back and feeling him slide deeper, tilt his hips dropping his crossbow and locking his fingertips over my skin slamming me down over him in a single nerve shattering burst of white light behind my eyelids, zipping deep through me in a muscle clenching gasping bolt of desire.
"Should I even look?" I slide my fingers through his hair, press my face nose's touching against his feeling his staggered exhales against my lips warm and sweet. He's turning us, hand leaving my side to sweep everything onto the floor behind me, and I'm suddenly being pressed to the cool plastic table arms pinned at my sides by strong fingers, my thighs still wrapped tight around his hips while tightening and thrusting up off the solid surface at the sensations he's dragging through me with every pump of his hips, every deliciously slow thrust through my heat.
I twist my neck, have to blink a few times to clear my dizzy blurring vision overwhelmed by every potent rush of liquid heat spiraling out through my belly, squirming and seizing at the base of my spine building and swirling pushing out through my chest, tickling down my limbs making my toes curl against his back, and my fingers scrap over his forearms locking him in my grasp as he keeps me pressed the table with more pleasure then his weight; I couldn't move if I wanted to; I don't want to. I just want to keep feeling like this; I need more, it's wicked and delicious and oh so good it can't stop…
And he hit the Damn Bullseye.
Warm laughter crawls through my chest at the improbability of it all. I shake my head, tilt my body towards his while he drops his gaze to mine, smug arrogance written into the twitch of his lips, the slide of his hands. I tighten my legs around his waist dragging him closer, forcing him to lean over me losing his smirk in a tight groan, eyes slipping shut chin dropping to his chest at the sudden change the deeper angle he's now following and it's so close, I can almost touch it; feel it rising. I gasp and twist and suddenly in the next roll of his hips press of his body against mine I'm Right…There...ohgodyes…
I gasp, hips bucking off the table, drawn in a tight instinctive circle; grinding against him while the heat builds, coils fluttering and my breath locks in my chest on his next deep thrust. Searing pleasure racing through my core, fluttering behind my ribs, spasming deep in my belly drawing him deeper; closer; tighter…
His palms land heavily against my shoulders, dragging me closer, almost off the edge of the table into the next wild thrashing buck of his hips driving his length deep and hard and
"—fuck…"
And I don't know if it's my curse or his as he pumps into me with a ragged cry; tumbling over. But he's dragging me back down when I haven't even come up yet. The second waves hit me even harder than the first; painfully so searing through me making me convulse and twist beneath him. My vision darkening at the edges because I've forgotten how to breath and can't…not now… not watching and feeling and hearing him lose his control.
Watching him arch, head dropped back muscles shaking hips thrusting, completely lost in the heat of my climax locking around him; fluttering and twitching pulling a heavy low groan of my name from his lips while he drags me towards him. Hands fighting against the thrusting pump of his own hips still threatening to shove me off the other side of the table with their wild rhythm while my back arches and I gasp and claw at his arms. Keeping my eyes clenched shut consciousness shattered into a million molten hot pieces scattered and lost in the darkness; nothing but the irresistible seductive glide of him deep inside me to pull me back to myself.
The heat of him filling me is all I can think of at this moment. My focus captivated by the perfect tightening deep inside centered around his wild thrusts; the wicked flutter and spasm and twitch of need and want and him directing thick tendrils of heat and electrical currents of brilliant release out through my limbs; tickling under my skin; fluttering along my spine, arching my neck head twisted to hide against my own arm thrown over my eyes while everything I am spirals down and explodes. I rock back, thrash drawing in a desperate greedy gasp of air crying out his name into the darkness pressing in on me; my burning lungs fighting for air while he finally stills inside me.
I keep my eyes clenched shut feeling his hands slip down my shoulders, down my arms, his body still throbbing and jerking buried deep against my womb while my muscles throb in time with the racing pulse in my ears.
I'm just coming back to myself; finding my way through the haze of pleasure filling my mind when he moves against me causing me to seize all over again jerking my whole body up in single bursting of movement off the table to wrap my arms tight around his back pressing to his frame. My nails dig into his shoulders, while I press my face to his chest, just under his chin shivering and gasping all over again.
His hips roll towards me again slowly, dragging against still recovering nerves making me shudder and gasp, clawing at his shoulders.
"Daaaryl… Jesus!"
"You said best two out of three." His lips twitch feeling my soft laughter brush his mouth.
Indeed I did.
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