Daryl kept up a brisk pace until they were in the woods and out of sight of the safe zone, and Beth giggled as he tugged her along.
She said, "You could have been a little nicer to that guy, Daryl."
"Woulda been, if he hadn't been droolin' over you like he was."
She laughed as he finally slowed down and said, "He wasn't droolin' over me!"
Daryl turned around and snorted. "You kiddin' me? He was fawnin' all over you like a puppy dog. If you'd had a stick to throw he woulda fetched it."
Beth chuckled, rolling her eyes, and watched him closely when he stopped a few feet away from her and wouldn't meet her gaze. Then something dawned on her and she grinned even wider, stepping up to him and grabbing the edges of his vest to ask him in a soft voice. "Are you jealous?"
His eyes locked with hers for a brief moment and then darted away as he shook his head.
She smiled up at him warmly and tugged on his vest to get his attention. He looked down at her and she said, "You've got no reason to be jealous, Daryl Dixon. You're the one I want. You and nobody else."
The sincerity in her voice seemed to convince him, and his posture relaxed a bit, leading Beth to step a bit closer and raise an eyebrow at him, her voice dropping lower. "Now, you're not gonna break that promise you made me, are you, ?"
Daryl shook his head and brushed some stray hairs away from her face, his warm hand coming to rest at the side of her neck. She licked her lips and dropped her gaze to his mouth. "Then kiss me."
He let the strap of his crossbow slide off his shoulder and dropped it to the ground, backing her up against the tree she was standing next to. Beth felt his fingers weave into her hair and he stood perfectly still, just drinking her in and prolonging the anticipation she felt.
Daryl's thumb brushed over her cheek slowly, and she stared up at him in awe, overwhelmed by the complete trust she had in the man before her.
Daryl leaned down slowly and brushed his lips against hers, tenderly at first, but the kiss soon escalated into something more heated. Remembering what Beth liked from before, he ran the tip of his tongue against hers when she opened her mouth wider, eagerly allowing him entry, and sure enough he was rewarded with the moans he loved hearing her make.
Beth's hands snaked around his waist, pulling him closer, but his stayed on either side of her head, cradling it with care even as their mouths moved against each other more roughly. She moved her leg over, hitching it up alongside his, trying to feel as much of him against her as possible, and Daryl responded by grinding himself against her. He hit just the right spot, making her cry out in pleasure, and he pulled back in concern, saying gruffly, "Did I hurt you?"
She stared up at him, out of breath, and hooked her fingers in his belt loops. "No. God, no. Do that again, please."
He smirked and she pulled him closer with a grin, and his lips found hers again. Daryl pressed himself against her in the same spot, looking down at her to see her reaction, and she bit her lip, finally opening her mouth the second time he did it to release a low moan from deep inside her.
Daryl rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard, and said, "Tell me what you want." He swallowed and drew in another shaky breath, opening his eyes to look down at her.
Beth was beside herself with desire, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, but then she changed her mind and dropped one to unbutton her jeans while he watched and then met his gaze, breathing out the only words she could think of. "Touch me, Daryl. Just touch me everywhere."
He nodded and leaned down to drag his open mouth over her neck, stopping to place a wet kiss every few inches until he got to her ear and drew the lobe into his mouth, sucking on it slowly and pulling back just enough to speak in a low voice in her ear. "Wanted to do that for a while."
Beth shivered at the sensation and laughed softly, her head lolling back against the tree, eyes closed, feeling utterly intoxicated by his touch.
Daryl worked his way over to the other side of her neck, drawing more contented sighs from her as he did the same there, too, this time opening his mouth at the nape of her neck and dragging his teeth along her pale skin, making her whimper against him.
Her left hand slid down his vest and found its way to the front of his pants, palming the length of his erection, and it was his turn to groan, but after a brief moment he reached down and brought her hand up to his waist, shaking his head and saying, "Nuh uh. This is all you."
She looked disappointed at his words, but soon forgot about it when his hands dipped inside her open jacket and slid around to her back, kneeding it at first and then reaching down to lift up the back of her t-shirt so her bare flesh was exposed slightly. Daryl moved his hands over her skin, around to her sides, and spread his fingers, rubbing his thumbs over the front of her rib cage, slowly moving one up inside her shirt until he reached her breast, hovering his hand over the cup of her bra.
Beth could only lean against the tree, spellbound, her mouth gaping open and her chest heaving. When he looked down at her, she nodded and pleaded with him not to stop, whispering, "Please."
She felt the warmth of his hand engulf her left breast, and then his thumb dragged over the hard nipple once, making her groan out loud. He brought his thumb over it again, and she whispered, "Pinch it."
He pulled down the flimsy material of her bra to the underside of her breast, leaving it exposed underneath her t-shirt, and his forefinger found the other side of her nipple, squeezing it gently. She rocked her head back and forth quickly against the tree, urging him on in a pained voice, "Harder."
Daryl rolled it between his fingers and Beth arched her back, pushing her breasts forward, wanting more. He reached up and lavished the same attention on her right one, and after a few seconds she clutched the leather of his vest.
Her cheeks were flushed and she looked up into his face, desperate for some release, and she whined in a low voice, "Daryl, I need more…"
He just nodded and pulled down the zipper of her jeans tantalizingly slow. Beth shimmied them down a few inches and waited, but Daryl seemed to freeze momentarily when he saw the top of her pubic hair.
She raised her hand and gently took his right one in hers, guiding it closer and pressing his palm outside her jeans. He felt the heat given off there and squeezed the area lightly, making her whimper. She licked her lips and spoke in a low voice, "If you don't want to, it's okay, we can just go back."
Daryl shook his head and breathed out through his nose in frustration, saying, "You got no idea how much I want to, just…you gotta tell me what feels good. I ain't never done this before…"
"I will. I promise." Beth cupped his face in her hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips, feeling him slide his hand down over her curls and into the wet heat between her legs. She leaned her head against his shoulder and sobbed, "Oh, god."
Daryl slid a finger in between the lips of her pussy and buried his head in her neck, groaning out loud at how wet she was. Drawing two fingers back and forth through her juices, he felt one fingertip brush over her entrance and heard Beth gasp. She pushed herself against his hand and he eased a finger inside as she moaned and breathed out quietly, "Yesssss."
She squeezed his forearms and made a soft grunting noise when his finger grazed a certain spot deep inside her, and she clenched around it. Her legs almost buckled when he pressed on it again and if he wasn't so horny he would have chuckled when she let loose a guttural, "Fuuuuuuck."
Beth felt him pull out his finger slowly, and she wanted to beg him to put it back in, but all forms of coherent speech left her when he trailed a finger up toward her clit and back down again.
He must have sense her stiffen in anticipation because when he dragged it up again through her juices he pressed the pad of his finger just below the sensitive spot, not quite in the right place, making her blurt out in a desperate whine, "Higher," until he felt where she meant.
She felt the heat of his breath against her neck as he pressed on it again, seeming at a loss as to what to do next. Beth slid her hand down over top of his and guided the tip of his thick middle finger in a circle around it, her voice shaking as she nodded in encouragement, saying, "There…like that." Her voice went higher as he circled it again, making a keening sound she wasn't even aware of.
Daryl felt the leather of his vest crumple inside Beth's fists as he swirled his finger around even faster, and he slid his left hand behind the small of her back, holding her close to him when he felt her start to tremble.
"Oh, god. Daryl…" She closed her eyes and whined his name softly. It was almost too much.
He made one more circle around but this time he pressed even harder, and she fell apart in his arms, bucking her hips against his hand as her orgasm rocked through her, her face buried in his neck to muffle her cries.
Daryl held her until her breathing was more even, and she pulled back a little, her hand tangled in the back of his hair, smiling up at him lazily.
He pulled his hand out of her underwear carefully and Beth's cheeks flushed even deeper when she looked at the evidence of her arousal on his fingers. She laughed under her breath and looked up at him, saying," See what you do to me?"
"You sure that was alright?" A momentary flash of doubt crossed his face.
Beth giggled and squeezed his arms, shaking her head at his lack of confidence. "It was more than just alright, Daryl. You nearly drove me out of my damn mind. And just so you know, "she leaned closer like she was going to tell him a secret," you're the first guy who's ever made me… you know, cum."
The corners of Daryl's mouth turned up in the semblance of a proud grin, and he looked at her, surprised. "You serious?"
"Dead serious." Beth nodded with a glint in her eye. "And you probably just created a monster, too, 'cause I'm gonna want to do that again real soon."
Daryl chuckled and bent to pick up his crossbow again, adjusting the erection he still had without thinking, prepared to head back, but Beth noticed and put a firm hand on his shoulder.
She looked down at the front of his pants and then back up to meet his puzzled gaze, raising an eyebrow and asking him with a little smile, "You need some help there?"
It took him a second to understand what she meant, and he gulped nervously, shaking his head. "I'm fine."
"No you're not." Beth put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes.
"I said I'm fine. You don't gotta do nothin'."
Beth sighed and decided on a different tactic. "You mean, when you were kissin' me," she stepped closer, keeping eye contact and then whispering against his lips, "and pinching my nipples and makin' me moan your name, you never thought about me touchin' you back?"
Daryl's breathing picked up just thinking about it, but he forced himself to shake his head stiffly.
She put her hands on his waist, raising up on her toes, and brought her mouth to his ear, breathing the words, "Not even when you felt how wet I was? Or when you slid your finger inside me? You never once imagined what it would feel like if I took you in my mouth?"
Before Beth could pull back to see his face she heard him mutter a quiet, "Fuck."
She kissed the corner of his mouth softly, and then the other side, and when she brought her mouth against his she swept her tongue along his lower lip and then murmured gently, "I want to make you feel good." She pulled back and cupped his face between her hands. "I want you to feel the way I felt. That's how it should be."
He rested his forehead against hers and scrunched his eyes shut like there was some painful debate going on inside him, but after several seconds passed she felt him nod. Beth caressed his cheeks again and whispered against his mouth, "Good, "kissing him again tenderly.
Her hands trailed down the sides of Daryl's neck, pulling open his vest carefully and skimming the tips of her fingers over the shirt underneath. Her nails grazed lightly over his nipples, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest. Beth ran her palms down over his muscles, feeling how defined he was and sighed with frustration, saying, "I wish I could take of your shirt and see you."
She couldn't stop herself from tracing where the muscles cut down into a deep V and bit her lip, imagining what he would look like, feel like, against her in bed. She sucked in a breath, feeling the muscles between her legs clench and shook her head, realizing she was getting wet all over again.
Daryl's eyes had been shut as he first experienced Beth's touch, but now he opened them, seeing her parted lips as she stared at his chest. He pulled her against him and kissed her roughly, and their hands were soon roaming everywhere, exploring each other's dips and curves in a frenzy.
Daryl returned to Beth's ear lobe, taking it in his mouth, and she purred out his name, feeling herself on the verge of becoming overpowered by her own need again and remembered that she was supposed to be focused on his pleasure.
She trailed her hand down his chest to the front of his pants, molding her palm and fingers around his erection and rubbing up and down firmly. Her earlobe popped out of his mouth and he grunted against her neck, spurring her on.
Beth stroked him through his pants until he was impossibly hard and his breaths were coming in short rasps against her neck. She placed a wet kiss under his ear and reached for his belt, trying not to fumble getting it undone. Looking up at Daryl one last time with a devilish smirk, she undid the button of his pants and drew down his zipper. When she dipped her fingertips inside the waist of his boxers he shuddered and gripped her arm, offering again, "You don't got to."
Beth smiled up at him affectionately and said, "I know. I want to."
She stretched the elastic out a bit and eased it down over the length of his cock. He was big, or at least, longer and thicker than either Zach or Jimmy. Out of the confines of his boxers his erection bobbed heavy in the air.
There had been a wet spot on the outside of his shorts, and a drop of pre-cum still sat at the tip.
Beth ran her thumb over it lightly, smearing it down the underside and over a raised vein, and Daryl cursed something unintelligible under his breath.
Wrapping her fingers around the base, Beth dropped to her knees and angled his cock toward her mouth. She licked the end and he jerked in her hand, then she opened her mouth and sucked on the head tentatively, swirling her tongue over the tip again and tasting the saltiness.
Beth happened to glance up at Daryl and his eyes were squeezed shut again. He was huffing short measured breaths in and out, and a tortured sound escaped him when she licked his entire length, sucking on the end again and letting it pop out of her mouth. She squeezed the base more firmly and took him in as deep as she could, letting the tip push between her wet lips on the way in.
It had been barely a minute since she'd gotten on her knees, and she had to shift her position slightly because a small rock was digging into her left kneecap, when Daryl gripped her shoulder and half pushed her back, his voice sounding urgent as he groaned, "Beth. Fucking hell. I ain't gonna last...you should let go."
Beth realized what he meant. The few times she'd given Jimmy and Zach blow jobs she'd always let them finish themselves off rather than swallow, but for some reason that didn't feel right with Daryl. She wanted to drive him as crazy as she'd been under his touch, so she grabbed his right hip to keep him from pulling away and worked him evenly in and out of her mouth, pressing her lips tight around the hard length of his cock.
It only took her a few more passes before she heard him grunt above her and thrust deeper in her mouth, jerking a few times. She felt his cum shooting down the back of her tongue and tried to take a breath before she swallowed but ended up gagging slightly when some went down her windpipe.
Daryl pulled out of her mouth and reached down for her in concern when she spluttered a couple times. His hand went to her shoulder, alarmed, and he asked, "Jesus. You alright?"
She just leaned back on her haunches and started laughing.
He hurriedly pushed himself back inside his pants and zipped them up before crouching in front of her, and then started smirking as she clutched her stomach and giggled uncontrollably in between her coughs, nodding her head and admitting, "I'm okay, but I think I need some more practice with that."
He rubbed his chin with obvious amusement, saying, "What am I gonna do with you, Greene?"
Beth let out a long contented sigh and cocked her head up at him with a little grin, answering, "I can think of several things."
Daryl rolled his eyes and held out his hand, helping her to her feet, and she smiled, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his mouth, saying, "Just tryin' to be helpful."
He raised an eyebrow, muttering, "Uh huh," but couldn't hide the foolish grin that spread over his face as Beth took his hand after he shouldered his crossbow again.
They started walking back toward the safe zone, side by side, their hands still linked, and the smile slowly began to fade from Daryl's expression as his thoughts wandered. He glanced over at Beth a couple times without her knowing.
She was watching a small flock of birds flying from branch to branch above them with a contented look on her face, and she finally looked over at him, sensing his gaze.
Beth smiled and playfully bumped her arm against his, asking, "What?"
He didn't return her smile though. Instead, his demeanor had evolved into something more melancholy without her noticing. She brought them to a halt, turning to face him with worry, and took his other hand. "What's wrong? You're not having second thoughts about us, are you?"
Daryl shook his head, not saying anything right away.
He just stood there, his eyes sweeping over her features. His hand drifted up, and he brushed some stray hairs from her face that were sticking to her pale skin from the heat of the day. Several seconds passed, and he opened his mouth twice to say something but seemed to struggle with finding the right words.
Finally he shook his head, frustrated with himself, and looked down at her. His voice was low and pained, and he said to her, "Don't ever leave me again, alright?"
Beth squeezed his hands, caught off guard by the serious turn their conversation had taken from just a few moments ago. She peered up into his face, seeing the traces of worry in his features and replied softly, "I'm not goin' anywhere, Daryl."
'Yeah, I know." He nodded his head, but still looked like he needed more reassurance. "But, just promise me."
She smiled up at him tenderly. "I promise. I already told you before I wasn't gonna leave you, remember?"
He nodded again and shifted his weight, staring down at her feet. "Yeah."
"And I found my way back to you then, just like I said." She ducked her head down so he'd bring his focus back up on her again.
Daryl let out a long breath, seeming to accept her answer for the time being, and together they started walking back to their new home.
Wooo...sexy times. Whoever said your clothes have to come off to have a good time? Not me.
This is just the first little hint pointing toward Daryl's limited experience, which will come into play later, and also Beth's, but I think her laughter over her little rookie mistake made it more real. I think sex, especially the first time two people are together, is more believable if it's a little awkward and fumbling.
Let me know what you thought!