Vest
Daryl walked into his room to the sexiest damn thing he'd ever seen in his life. Beth was lying on the bed, his leather vest wrapped around her shoulders, and not a damn stitch of anything else. He smirked slowly, setting his crossbow down as he stared at her. "Well, ain't that the prettiest damn thing." He pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor as he walked over to the bed.
"You've been looking a little…stressed," Beth purred as he covered her body with his, her fingers running through his hair. "I thought this might help."
Daryl chuckled and kissed her. "You may be on to something." He ran his hands down her hips, loving the way she arched into his touch. No matter what, sex with Beth was like the first time, every time. He was always amazed at how loud she could get, how quiet she could be, how hot he could make her, how wet she would get for him, how her body responded so beautifully for him. He nuzzled her belly as he pulled her legs over his shoulders. "You're already soaking," he muttered, looking up the expanse of her body at her.
Beth blushed and looked down at him. "I may have been fantasizing about this," she admitted.
He smirked and kissed her inner thigh. "Naughty girl." He spread her slowly and ran a finger over her dripping sex. Beth moaned softly, arching her hips off the bed. "God, Beth, you're fucking perfect," he whispered before leaning in and drawing her clit into his mouth, sucking on it. Beth moaned, her back making a sexy curve as she arched and pulled on his hair. He smirked against her and kissed his way back up her body, deciding they both didn't need teasing tonight.
Her hands flew to his jeans; quickly undoing them and helping him push them down his legs. "I need you, now," she gasped out as she hooked her legs around his hips. He eased into her willing body and let his head drop to her shoulder. She was perfection wrapped around him. "Oh, god," she gasped out, her pussy contracting around him, getting used to being filled.
Daryl gripped her hips tightly and started to rock against her, holding her close. "Why are you so perfect?" he asked, rolling his hips before pulling out and slamming back into her.
"Because we're perfect for each other," she panted, and if that didn't just melt his heart. He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head back, kissing her as he slammed against her. Beth cried out into his mouth, his pussy clamping down around him as she came, hard. Daryl grunted, shoving his tongue into her mouth as he came and she sucked on it.
He fell to the bed beside her, helping her slip out of his vest and tossing it to the floor. He realized she was right as he held her close. They were perfect for each other. She was the light in the his darkness, and he was her strength when she needed it.