Between the Thorns

Chapter 29

Jean felt helpless to stop the wave of emotions as they washed over her. She was grateful to Daryl for whisking her away into their room and muffling her sobs against his chest. Not only had she really and truly never expected to see him again, she was completely shocked by the declaration of allegiance he made to her in the other room. She didn't want to let herself believe that he meant it. But it was clear that he did. And that Daryl came back to her because he chose to. Not because he was being forced or coerced in some way.

"Fuck," she cursed, taking a small step back and lifting the hem of her shirt to wipe up her face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to start crying like that."

Daryl didn't say much. Jean understood by now that was just his way. He either didn't feel comfortable talking about his feelings. Or didn't know how. Either way, Daryl took her back into his arms and gently rubbed her back. Then he pulled her hair loose from the elastic that was holding it, letting it spill down her back. He stroked his hand over it as he leaned into her, taking a deep breath in.

"Ya smell so good," he whispered, burying his face into her neck. His arms tightened around her. "I'm here now," he said, "...ya don't hafta be scared no more."

Jean's only response to his words was a soft little whimpering moan. Her arms were crushed against her chest, pinned between their bodies. She twisted her body slightly and raised them, lifting up on her tiptoes and wrapping them around Daryl's neck. His hands moved down, encircling her waist and pulling her body tightly against his. She could already feel the hard bulge in his pants, pressing against her stomach. Just the thought of it made the heat pound between her legs.

Her hands twined into his hair as she found his mouth with hers. Jean parted her lips almost immediately, eager for his tongue. She took her bra off earlier, when she got home from getting the girls dinner. And her nipples were like hard little points, pressing into the hard plane of his muscular chest through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Daryl kissed her until she was finally forced to pull her head back and gasp for air.

Daryl grasped the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head as he walked her backwards towards the bed. When Jean felt the bed behind her, she lowered her arms, sliding her thumbs inside the waistband of her pants and sliding her underwear down her legs along with them. Once she was completely naked, she started pawing at Daryl's clothes. He was unzipping his pants. So she jerked at the buttons on his shirt, working them loose from the bottom up. And then pushing his shirt open to reveal his chest. He kissed her again as he rid himself of the rest of his clothes. She moaned into his mouth as he grabbed her ass with both his hands and squeezed it hard enough to part her cheeks slightly. Jean gave him one more deep lingering kiss. Then she spun in his arms, pressing her back to his front.

His dick was hard against her lower back as he leaned down, sucking at nibbling at the spot where her neck met her shoulder. Daryl rubbed his hands up her body to cup her breasts. She clasped her hands over his, encouraging him to touch her more forcefully. He complied, roughly grabbing her breasts and squeezing until she moaned. When he loosened his grip, he began to work her hard pink nipples, pulling and pinching them until she was gasping for breath and reaching behind her to tug at the base of his dick. She was eager for his thick fingers when he stroked his hand down her waist towards her mound. But instead of reaching for her hot center, he grabbed her thigh instead, lifting her leg until her knee was up high enough to rest on the edge of the bed. With her legs spread wide, she felt a rush of cool air against her center.

Daryl ran his hand back up, over the curve of his hip and the dip of her tiny waist. Then around the back of her until it was resting between her shoulder blades. He gripped her waist with the other hand as he pushed on her back, bending her forward over the bed. She kept moving until her elbows were resting on the bed and her taut ass was in the air. Her lower back dipped in, her hips jutting back and out. From the angle, Jean knew her most delicate parts were exposed to him. And that he could not only see the tight pink rosebud of her ass but her eager dripping slit as well. The thought of him looking at her was adding to her arousal. She was breathing hard, her body nearly throbbing with anticipation.

He swiped the calloused pad of his thumb along her slit first, wetting it with her juices. Her hands fisted into the bed as he kept going along the length of her until he reached her sensitive back opening. He circled the rim of her ass, lubricating it before he slipped his thumb inside. She gasped, her hips rocking back. He put his other hand on her hip to hold her in place as he moved the tip of his thumb in and out of her ass. She was clenching every muscle in her groin, desperate to keep his thumb from sliding back out of her after each tiny thrust. Finally, he thrust in deeper, leaving his thumb inside her. His hips shifted behind her as he lined the swollen head of his dick up with her opening. His movements were much more purposeful and confident than the previous times she slept with him. Jean assumed he was more comfortable taking her in this position, without all the kissing and eye contact. Or maybe he just missed her during their time apart and was so eager for her now that his desire was overtaking his nervousness. Either way, the fact that he was taking the lead made her want him even more. And when he finally thrust inside her she felt her insides explode with spasms of pleasure.

His dick was so big that when he fucked her, there was a little pain mixed in with the pleasure. It set all her nerve endings on fire. All she could do was close her eyes and let the sensations roll over her body. She orgasmed when he first pushed inside her. But she could tell the spasm that was building up inside her was going to be one of epic proportions. Daryl's fingers were digging into her hip. His thumb was in her ass. And he was pounding into her, his dick slamming into the spot deep inside her where it felt the best. Her nails dug into the bed and she came with a loud flurry of curses and moans. She could feel him coating her insides as her walls spasmed around him. After a few more finishing thrusts, he gently withdrew. Jean let her leg slide down as she collapsed forward onto the bed.

Daryl pulled back the blankets. It wasn't until he tried to lift her off the bed that she could feel his body shaking with silent laughter.

"Yer like a noodle," he chuckled, finding that lifting even a petite woman like Jean was difficult when the person's body was completely limp. Luckily, there wasn't a far distance to go. Daryl turned her body, dumping her rather unceremoniously onto the bed and climbing in behind her before he pulled the blanket up over them both. She lay still for a moment, giving her body a moment to recover from the mind blowing orgasm she just had. Then she rolled over so she could snuggle into his chest.

"Now you can move yer own legs?," he teased. She hummed, tucking herself into his side. Daryl's body was warm and his skin felt good in all the places it was rubbing against hers. And for the first time since he left, Jean was able to fall asleep without feeling like the weight of the new world was pressing down on her shoulders.