Red River Blue
Chapter 19
Grasping the thin quilt that covered her bed, River pulled it up to her chin as she tried to get closer to the wall and away from the spot where the two mattresses butted up together. Every night she ended up sleeping on the crack and as the mattresses slowly slid apart. She felt Merle's arm tighten around her, pulling her back so she was tucked in with her back against his chest. He used his nose to push her hair out of the way and then she could feel the warm press of his lips against the nape of her neck. Kissing softly at first, then nipping with his teeth at the sensitive skin that was stretched taunt over the cords of her neck.
A delicious shiver shot down her spine at the unexpected contact of his teeth on her skin and she arched her back, pushing her ass into his hips. He caught her by the hip, grinding into her. His hand slid up her waist, under her shirt. Ghosting over her ribs, heading for the soft fullness of her breasts. His fingers only grazed the underside of one breast before she caught him by the wrist.
"Wren's in here," she reminded him, pulling his hand back down out of her shirt and placing it on the curve of her hip. Merle cursed under his breath.
"Kick her ass out," he whispered into River's ear before he sucked her earlobe into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. He could feel River's body shaking with silent laughter. She was arching into him again, her resolve quickly crumbling.
Harley was gone. On a hunting trip with Daryl, looking to get a good sized deer or even a boar. The addition of the woodbury residents to the prison group left them with more mouths to feed. A lot more. They had gained supplies when they cleared out the town, but not enough to last a group this size for any considerable length of time. So hunting and supply runs were a constant absolute necessity.
The woods directly around the perimeter of the prison had been hunted out, which meant longer overnight trips to find game. Harley and Daryl were going to be gone a few days, and Wren had been afraid to sleep in her cell without her sister. So in she had come with her blanket and pillow, climbing up on the top bunk above her parents and passing out the way Wren had always passed out. The minute her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep.
"She's asleepin'," Merle said, deciding to try a different tactic since he knew River had no intention of waking their sleeping daughter and throwing her out of their room. He didn't really mind having Wren around, in fact he slept better knowing she was close by and safe from harm. But damn that girl was a cockblock from hell. He finally had River back and he felt like he never had enough time alone with her. Life at the prison didn't offer them much privacy. There was always someone around, jobs that had to get done, other demands on her time and energy. The only time she really belonged to him was at the end of the day when they pulled the sheet curtain closed and went to bed.
After so many years apart, River and Merle were more like newly weds than an old married couple. When they had been together, they had plenty of marital problems. But lack of sexual attraction to each other had never been one of them. Since they made up, he had gotten very used to having his needs met. Every night when they went to bed they would have a good roll in the sack and usually they would do it again in the morning before they got up for the day. He was not going to be able to just lie there in bed with her and go to sleep. Especially when all she was wearing was a skimpy pair of underpants and one of his ribbed tank tops. The top was worn and thin. It had a rip in the armpit on one side and the fabric was so thin he had been able to see the darker flesh of her nipples through the thin white material before she climbed into bed and covered herself with a blanket.
"Won't take long," he informed her, his hand moving over her hip. Fingers dipping inside her panties to rub at the soft hair between her legs. River was still giggling, biting at her lip to try and hold the laughter inside. Won't take long? Talk about some serious romance. She clenched her thighs together, denying him access.
"Let me alone, I'm tryin' ta sleep," she said once she finally got control over her laughter.
"Ya ain't sleepin', yer laughin'," Merle countered. That made her laugh more and she pulled the corner of her pillow up to hold it against her face where she could use it to muffle the noise. He gave up trying to force his hand between her thighs and slid it around, grabbing a handful of her firm backside before he slid his finger into her from behind. He grinned into her neck. Trying to sleep indeed. She was so wet he could feel the moisture that had already soaked into the material of her panties against the back of his hand. As soon as he had the tip of his finger inside her she was arching her back, her laughter turning into moans that were muffled by the pillow.
He added a second finger, moving them in and out of her until her hips were rocking to the motion of his hand. Then he yanked them out and gave her a firm smack on the ass.
"Ya want ta sleep, guess I better leave ya alone," he whispered into her ear. Then he made good on his bluff and rolled over, presenting River with his back. A few seconds later he felt the rustle of movement next to him that he knew was River kicking her underpants off and removing the tank top she was wearing. Her knees tucked in behind his and then he felt the hot press of her naked breasts against his back. She was kissing the back of his neck now, leaving a hot trail down the curve of it before she nipped at his shoulder with her teeth. Her hand caught his hip and he let her roll him onto his back.
She slid down his body, leaving hasty kisses behind her. When she got to his groin she pulled at waistband of the shorts he was wearing. Merle lifted his hips off the bed slightly, making it easier for her to rid him of his boxers, which were the only article of clothing he had on. She cupped his balls in her hand, and placed her mouth against the base of his hard length, kissing and licking up the underside of his dick until she got to the tip. He was groaning and lifting up with hips, eager for her to take him into her mouth. But instead she planted a teasing little kiss on the tip of his dick.
"If you wanna sleep, guess I better leave you alone," she teased, repeating the words Merle said to her a few moments before. With that she removed both her hands and mouth from his private area and flopped back down on her pillow. She heard Merle curse under his breath. Complaining that she wasn't playing fair.
She had intended to tease him a little more, but when she felt him tuck in behind her she found herself adjusting her body instead. Tilting her hips and bending one knee up into the air, spreading her legs and making it easier for him to enter her from behind. His hand slid between her legs, his fingers finding the swollen bud they had been seeking earlier. With his finger massaging her clit it and his hard length inside her, it only took a few thrusts before River found her release. Then Merle rolled her onto her belly so he could pin her down and pound into her until he found his own pleasure. The mattresses slid apart and they ended up fucking on the hard metal of the two bunks they had pushed together to make one big bed. The only sounds in the room were their hard breathing and the quiet squeak of metal bunk against the hard floor underneath its feet.
When River felt his hand twist into her hair, tugging just hard enough to make it feel good, she knew she was going to come a second time. As the first spasms were washing over her, she felt Merle yank out of her abruptly and then the splash of his warm fluid on the skin of her lower back. She lie still a moment, squeezing her thighs together to ride out the rest of her orgasm. Then she rolled back onto the mattress that was closest to the wall. Merle got up, peeking at the sleeping Wren shaped lump on the top bunk so make sure their lovemaking had not woken the girl. She was still snoring softly, unaware of the activities that had been going on in the bed below her.
He shoved the second mattress back onto the bed and climbed in behind his wife, pulling the blanket over them both. River hummed her approval when he snuggled in behind her and added his body heat to hers. She wasn't much for talking after sex. Another one of the qualities that he loved about her. Soon he felt River's breathing go slow and deepen and he knew that she slept. Sleep never came as easily for Merle as it did for his girls. He lay awake a while, thinking about his life and his family. More than anything he was grateful for the second chance he was getting to make things right with his family. But sometimes late at night his thoughts grew dark. Nothing in life came free. Especially happiness. Deep down Merle knew he was eventually going to have to pay the price for his and he was scared of what that price might be.