The moment the bedroom door clicks shut behind them, Daryl's hands are fevered, tangling in her hair and clutching at her clothes. Thick fingers slip around her throat to angle her head up and then he's desperately crushing their mouths together. Kissing Daryl is still so new to Beth that her entire body flutters when their lips meet. She's pushed up onto her tip toes as he surges forward, stealing the breath from her lungs with the ferocity of his frantic mouth claiming hers.
He's never touched her like this before. Not even when the wine loosened him enough to push her up against one of those picture perfect houses. That was playful, thrumming with uncontrollable excitement to be together in every way possible. But this is different. This is a fevered tenacity rattling just beneath his skin, desperately trying to claw its way under hers. It quickly becomes clear that the roughness isn't just for play as his teeth catch her bottom lip and leave it throbbing. This change in him unnerves her, yet at the same time she can't deny the heat it sparks between her legs.
Daryl's hands slide down her body and grab her ass roughly, pulling her up against his chest. He suddenly stills when something presses against the palm of his hand. Reaching into her back pocket, he pulls out the box of condoms and brings it up close enough to frown at. Beth's cheeks glow hot as his face grows slack with shock, frown loosening like a calming sea.
"Where'd you get these?" He asks in a hoarse whisper as he stares intently at the packet between his fingers. His voice is so low and thick it makes the hairs on the back of Beth's neck stand on end.
"Carol," She croaks, swallows. Her throat is suddenly dryer than the desert, "Why?"
He slides his gaze up to her, blue and hot, "You wanna use 'em?"
Beth's stomach somersaults, but before she can say anything he's tossing her backwards onto the bed, driving the air from her lungs and the half formed reply from her lips. He's like an animal as he crawls on all fours to loom over her, running his tongue across his bottom lip hungrily, panting and looking at her with so much need raging inside his body seems to barely contain it.
Beth's feels an ache in her chest and between her thighs with a burning desire to meet his need with her own. The thought that she can give him anything, anything at all, makes her head spin as lust fills her blood.
The usual reverence in his touch is gone, replaced with something desperate, frenzied and unknown. His hands feel strange and unfamiliar as they grab her hips and squeeze tight enough to ache. When the grip on her hips becomes bruising it clears Beth's head, allowing her thoughts to push past her primal needs.
Not like this. Not like this. Not like this.
When Daryl's hand grabs her belt buckle, Beth gasps and pushes her palm against his chest. "Can we slow down?" She asks breathlessly.
Her blood is screaming because she wants this, badly and has done for a while. She just doesn't want it like this. Daryl can't hear her as his fevered hands aggressively seek the comfort of her body. His fingers fumble along the waistband of her jeans and pop the button roughly, seeking her skin like a drowning man gasping for breath.
Her own breath catches in her chest, head swimming as her heart sinks. "Please Daryl," She pleads, fingertips curling against his chest, "I haven't done this before."
He freezes, muscles going rigid and locking into place in an instant. His head snaps up, pinning her with his piercing blue eyes, lust blown pupils rapidly shrinking as they meet hers.
"What?" He asks on a grated breath, chest stuttering as though he's suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
Her cheeks flash hot as Daryl's eyes search her face, narrowing in confusion at her rapidly reddening face.
"It just never..." Beth pauses to swallow awkwardly, eyes dropping to Daryl's lips and watching his tongue wet them, unable to meet his gaze for fear her face will catch fire. "... seemed the right time," She finishes flatly.
"The right time...you mean you're a..." He trails off, brows softening and pupils yawning as realisation finally dawns .
"Yeah," Beth sighs.
Shit.
There's a moment that feels as though it stretches for an eternity as Beth fills her lungs slowly, jaw tightening anxiously under burning cheeks. As she exhales, Daryl's hand comes to cup her jaw and tilt her face up so that her eyes have no choice but to meet his. As they bore into hers, his heated gaze is drowning in guilt and confusion.
His rough thumb gently traces the line of her cheekbone and she closes her eyes, leaning in to the familiar feel of it. Home isn't a place anymore, home is this: the feel of Daryl knowingly tracing the contours of her face with a touch that's gentle and sure.
"Fuck, m' sorry, I wasn' thinkin'-" He murmurs, words tumbling from his lips like shards from a broken window. She raises her hand to stop the flow with her fingertips.
"I didn't say stop," She says, the corner of her mouth sliding up as she tilts her head to hold his gaze, "Jus' slow down."
His eyes flicker, straining to hold hers as they sway with uncertainty. Something behind them looks broken, haunted, but he's leaning in to her as though the closer he gets the less it hurts.
When no more words come, he buries his face in her throat, taking deep lungfuls of her scent as he nuzzles into her skin. As if to say he's sorry with every fibre of his being. He has nothing to be sorry for and Beth's heart aches to see him like this. A tremble runs through him as he nuzzles deeper, desperately trying to soothe the beast that's threatening to eat him from the inside out. She doesn't understand what's going on inside him, or where it came from, but whatever it is she knows better than to push.
Knows that's the exact opposite of what Daryl needs from her right now. It's not so much that he's not good at sharing his feelings, it's that he isn't good at acknowledging them at all. She wishes she could reach inside and pull the demons out of him, but she can't.Like a splinter the darkness can't be forced out. If she tries she'll only end up driving it deeper in to fester and cause even more damage. No, she has to hold back and let whatever's hurting him make its own way out into the light. Only then will she have a chance at helping him, if he'll let her. God, she really, really hopes he'll let her.
Biting back a pained sigh, her hand comes up to thread into his hair and she's sure she doesn't imagine the whine he makes when the pads of her fingers press against his scalp.
"Maybe it never felt like the right time 'cause I never found the right person," She thinks out loud as her fingers rake across his scalp, causing him to shudder, "Until now."
Only when she says the words does she truly feel the weight of them. The right person. Her soul has come to know his when she wasn't looking and nothing in her life has ever felt so right. He lets out a shaky breath against her throat, a hot stream that sends sparks tingling down her spine.
She arches her back, pressing her chest against his where they lie side by side and earning another burst of hot breath across her neck. His palm curls around her waist, pulling her even closer, searing her skin and extinguishing the space between them entirely.
When their hips collide, the hardness of his straining cock presses into the apex of her thighs and a soft moan bursts from her lips, equal parts surprise and aching need. Daryl's fingers flex against her skin and he muffles a groan against her shoulder.
He leans his head back just enough so their eyes catch. "We don't gotta do anythin'," He rumbles, holding her gaze tightly for a moment before he lets his face sink back down to her throat.
"Jus' wanna be close to ya is all," He whispers into her pulse point, lips close enough to feel her heartbeat quicken.
She doesn't know what to say to that. How to explain how much she wants the same damn thing. And more. How to explain that she wants to crawl inside his chest but thinks it still wouldn't be close enough. How she wants to entwine her body and soul with his until there is no him and her, there's just an inescapable us. She doesn't know how to say that. So she doesn't say anything at all. Her tiny hands slide out of his hair to cup his face as she leans forward and covers his mouth with hers. His lips part beneath hers in a moan and she licks her tongue against his, thighs clenching as the taste of him lights up her mouth.
There's still something a little off about him; his breathing is off rhythm and there's a tremble that keeps making its way down his spine. But she recognises the hands that are touching her now. They belong to her Daryl, the one who saved her life. She knows those hands from the rough palms that smoothed her hair from her forehead in the back of a car at the funeral home, to the skilled fingers that bound her ankle at the gas station and the hot fingertips that circled her clit just this morning.
Her skin is on fire as her aching pussy pulses at the vivid memory and his thick fingers dip below the hem of her vest to stroke the sensitive flesh of her belly. Their blood is up from all the tension of this evening, crashing together like waves. Every touch fills her with electricity, charging her arousal until she's fit to burst and a desperate moan escapes her mouth and vibrates against his.
He drags in a breath, pressing his forehead against hers as he watches her through heavy lids, his unfocused gaze flickering dark and hot.
"Will you touch me?" Beth whispers on a gasp, "Like you did this mornin'."
Daryl's eyes pulse back at her and she feels his chest vibrate with a growl so low she can barely hear it, but she feels it dance across her pelvis like flames.
"Yeah," He answers in a hoarse whisper, leaning back just enough to let her bring her hands between them to undo her belt.
His tongue runs across his bottom lip and he doesn't blink as he watches her kick off her boots and wriggle out of her jeans. Emboldened by the heat between them, she slides her panties down with the denim and kicks the whole lot off the bed.
Daryl's huge palm wastes no time in landing on her bare skin, following the line of hard muscle slowly until he finds the softer flesh of her inner thigh. Her legs part as if of their own accord and when she feels her cheeks flush she isn't entirely sure if it's with lust or embarrassment.
Beth moans softly as Daryl's questing fingers nuzzle their way through her wet curls towards her centre. His rough fingertips glide through her damp heat as he ever so slowly traces the line of her slit until her thighs are trembling hard with need. Her face and chest flush deeply, skin burning red as though calling out for his touch. With a gasp, her needy hips rock forwards and swallow the tip of his finger between her lips, pulling a shared moan from them both. He gently strokes his trembling fingertip back and forth, moving easily through the wetness covering the soft, supple flesh of her labia; each feather-light motion earning another uncontrollable shudder from her hips.
"Don't wanna hurt you," He murmurs against her temple before pressing a kiss to her hot skin.
"You won't," She says, turning her face to cover his mouth with hers. As she licks her tongue into his mouth he presses his finger in deeper. He moans as her fluttering walls tighten around his digit.
"Fuck," He breathes against her mouth, "Hold on."
Beth blinks and feels her eyes flare as she watches him slide down the bed, pushing her legs further apart with his spare hand on her knee and positions himself between them.
"What are you… oh!"
She gasps as he covers the hood of her clit with his mouth and sucks. Beth's eyes fall closed as the wet heat of his mouth burns pleasure through her core like nothing she's ever felt before. He sucks again, harder and she lets out a high moan as white hot pleasure shakes through her. She's never felt anything like it, the perfect pressure surrounding her clit, making her spine tingle. Then he swirls his finger inside her at the same time and the pleasure is so intense she isn't sure if she can take it.
Her eyes fly open, her head snaps up and her hands come up to fist in his hair desperately. The eyes that are staring back at her are dark pools of lust that ripple as he swirls his hot tongue over her clit. In the same moment his finger echoes the motion inside her fluttering walls and her clutching fists tighten in his hair. His moan is muffled by her trembling cunt and the vibrations kick another desperate moan from her throat. She feels everything inside her pull tighter and tighter as Daryl's mouth takes her apart. Her clit is pulsing under the hot attention of his relentless tongue and his finger is softly stroking her quivering walls until she almost can't bare it.
And then a movement catches her eye she sees something that sends her over the edge. Daryl's fly hanging open, cock red and angry caught in his desperate grip. Her heart stops when his hand twists in time with his tongue around his bulging cock and she comes gasping his name.
For a moment all she can do is shudder against his mouth. Her orgasm cracks through her with all of the ferocity of the sea, waking up every nerve ending in her body. Then she's scooting her hips back, her firm grip on his hair preventing him from following.
He stares back at her, lust drunk as his tongue falls out to slide across his bottom lip, his whole mouth, chin, cheeks and nose smeared and glistening with her juices.
"Can I?" She asks, her voice coming out breathy, still shaking from the force of her orgasm as she leans forward. With a slight tremble, her hand comes to rest across his where it's frozen mid-stroke around his dick.
Daryl huffs, wild eyes darting to where her hand covers his before flying back up to catch hers. His knuckles are trembling beneath her palm until the moment their eyes lock and he stills before giving a small nod. Beth bites her lip as he pulls his steady hand from his cock and brings it to rest on her bent knee.
Her shy fingers wrap around him and drift up his pulsing muscle until they're closed around his mushroom head, smearing pre-cum against her palm. Never having done this before, her touch is gentle and curious as she traces the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Slowly, she rubs the palm of her hand over his slit, coating her palm with his slick until he's whimpering.
Her eyes are glued to his face with rapt attention, eager to learn what turns him on and what doesn't as her fingertips start to flutter up and down his length. She watches his eyes roll back into his head and his eyelids fall closed as her strokes gain in speed. Still reeling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she feels her pussy tingle as Daryl twitches and hisses from her touch.
What she lacks in finesse she makes up for in enthusiasm and her confidence blooms when he suddenly lets out a low moan. He squeezes her knee as she tightens her grip, moving faster and faster as she feels his cock grow hot and hard in her fist.
It isn't long before his face twists in sweet agony and the room is filled with Daryl's tortured howl. The sound sets Beth's heart aflame as hot reams of cum pour from his cock and dribble down her knuckles. Beth watches in fascination as his hips jump and stutter, muscles turning to liquid as all of the tension ripples out of his body.
When his eyelids drift open a moment later, the gaze that meets hers is cracked open and raw.
"Beth," He gasps, before slumping forward, arm going around her waist and curling himself around her as he sinks heavily into the mattress.
His face nuzzles into the cradle of her shoulder, squeezing her against him so tightly it should hurt but somehow it doesn't. Being pressed together as tight as can be she feels as though she's reached a deeper part of his; or a deeper part of him has reached out for her.
His ragged pants blast across her skin until they gradually become even and shallow. As she feels the air from his mouth tickle the nape of her neck her mouth curls into a smile.
The rhythm of his racing chest pounds against her back and she lets her head roll back so that his pulse throbs against hers. Beth closes her eyes as she feels the steady beat of his heart and listens to the sound of his breath. His exhales eventually become slow and shallow as he drifts into a deep sleep. With her sticky hand covering his around her waist, she follows him.
