Touches - Chapter Three

Beth didn’t want to go back to her cell but she couldn’t stay in the library. She got dressed and watched Daryl pull his shirt on and carried his vest in front to hide his erection. She felt bad for him. It wasn’t fair she’d get to experience something so amazing and he received nothing in return.

“It’s not over is it?” she asked. “I mean…there’s other stuff to learn, right?” she said.

The truth was she didn’t want the visits to the library to stop. She hoped Daryl would come around and share more than his advice with her with regards to sex.

“There’s penetration,” he said. “That’s complicated with you bein’ a virgin.”

“You mean my hymen?”

He nodded.

“I had to have that removed when I was a kid. It got torn when I was riding Nervous Nelly.”

“I remember that fuckin’ horse,” he said sourly.

Beth laughed.

“What? She almost killed me!”

She was leaning against the wall next to her cell and Daryl thought he’d never seen someone so beautiful. He remembered that light brush of lips, how she’d sighed his name, and he wanted to press himself into her. He was still hard. He’d be in his cell beating off again tonight but it was worth all the torture of his own unmet needs to see her happy in every way.

She was now looking into his eyes. She reached out and hooked a finger into his pants and pulled his hips forward. She enjoyed the feel of his hardness against her belly. Her eyes were now lowered to his lips before they climbed back to meet his gaze.

“Beth…”

“Just a kiss goodnight.”

He put a hand on the wall by her head. She smelled like sweat and arousal. He could remember the way she’d tasted and that made him ache for her. She wanted a kiss. He did too so, against his better judgment, he decided to indulge. He brushed his lips against hers again with a little more pressure than before. He wasn’t going to tongue her, no matter how much he wanted to, but he did enjoy tasting her lips, if even for a brief moment.

“Goodnight, Beth.”

She nodded and turned into her cell. He closed her curtain and then walked off.

...

He found out Beth had guard duty that night and climbed the tower to talk to her. The rain had stopped but it was cloudy and wet. She stood with her gun and watched the grounds and road.

“Hey,” he said, feeling lame for even bothering to come up to the tower to talk to her. He hadn’t seen her all day and he felt like a fool for missing her company. He was too old for a crush. Especially on one with a girl twenty years younger than him but damn it if he could stop the feelings that were developing.

She smiled up at him. “Hey. Did you hear the news? Mrs. Landers had a heart attack this afternoon.”

“She alive?” he asked in concern.

Beth nodded. “I hear she’s really bad off, though.” She let the gun hang by its strap and looked up at him. “Daryl, I want to talk to you about what we’ve been doing.”

“You wanna end it,” he said, trying to sound understanding without letting his disappointment show through.

What had he expected? That she would actually feel something for him in return? That she would suddenly see him as a potential partner, want to form a connection with him that went deeper than friendship? He hadn’t realized, until that moment, how deeply he’d been deluding himself.

“Yeah,” she said. “I want to end you teaching me how to touch myself. I want you to start touching me and I want to touch you too. This isn’t about lessons anymore. It’s about something more than that. At least that’s what I want it to be.”

He felt like he’d been carrying around a rock in his gut that he hadn’t even realized was there until it was gone. He felt ten pounds lighter and a feeling of joy had replaced the cold loneliness that had been in his heart his whole life.

Beth wanted him. She wanted from him what he wanted to give her. She wanted to give to him what he needed from her. He tried not to smile but he failed.

“You sure about that, Beth?”

“I’m sure. I want you. Right now, I want you to shut up and kiss me. Kiss me like a man kisses his woman when he wants her.”

“Daryl!” Rick called.  “We’ve got a breach! Out back!”

“Shit,” he said, watching Rick wave his arms from the front of the prison. He looked back to Beth. “Come to my cell tonight. Wait for me if I ain’t there.”

“Should I come help with the breach?”

“No. Keep your post.”

Beth watched him leave and felt a stab of worry. The back fences hadn’t been worked on because of the rain. Now walkers had gotten in. Beth had always worried about her people when they had to fight, but now she had even more of an emotional investment in Daryl.

She watched him run and she knew... That was her man. He was going off to battle for now, to fight for her safety and the safety of their home, but when nighttime came she would have him all to herself. She’d be wrapped up in those big, strong arms of his, and she’d learn all he had to reach her about love, both physical and emotional, and she couldn’t wait to begin that journey.

…

Daryl wasn’t in his cell when Beth got there so she sat down to wait. She’d always been impressed by how meticulously neat he kept his personal space. Everything was clean, even if he didn’t seem to value looking clean-cut himself. She was anxious as she waited. She couldn’t hear anyone else since this block was mostly deserted. There was only poor Mrs. Landers at the end of the block and she was in the infirmary being treated. That was a relief to Beth. She didn’t really like the idea of someone overhearing her with Daryl.

She wasn’t sure whether to sit, stand, or lie down on his bed. She ended up just sitting there, waiting.

Footsteps made her pulse quicken. She recognized Daryl’s footfall. He was coming to her. Any second he’d be in the cell and they’d be alone for the night. She’d lit three candles and now wondered if it was too bright for the mood.

He pulled the privacy curtain open and stood in the entrance of the cell, looking at her, his hair wet from the shower and a towel draped over his neck. She was wearing her best dress, something white and short and strapless. She’d let her hair down and it hung around her shoulders in waves. She looked so innocent sitting on his bed. He wasn’t sure what would happen that night but whatever it was would be good for the both of them.

His eyes shifted to the bedside table. There were three condoms that Beth had brought with her. He was relieved she was thinking further ahead than he’d been.

Since he had a key Daryl pulled the cell door closed where it automatically locked and then pulled the privacy curtain closed. It was a heavy one that no one could see through from the outside. He wished he had a room with a real door but this was the best they had. He threw the towel over the chair in the corner so it could dry.

“You took the top bunk down,” she said nervously. “You made a double bed. It’s nice and roomy.”

“Yeah, did it this morning,” he said. “You look good.”

“Thanks. You look good too. You always look good. I think you’re a lot sexier than you know. I’ll shut up now,” she said, knowing she was rambling. It was embarrassing. She was letting her nerves get the better of her and she was making a fool of herself.

Daryl rested a hand on her back and rubbed. It was soothing at first but the feel of his hand on her, and memories of the previous night in the library, began to excite her. She liked the feel of his touch. She liked how he smelled.

“Everything okay with the breach?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Everything’s fine. Got Eugene working with a team to shore up the back fences.”

He brought his hand up from her back to the back of her neck and rubbed. Beth’s eyes drifted closed. That felt so good, and it put her at ease. It also felt good to feel his lips on her cheek.

“You tired?” she asked.

“I was until I came in here,” he said. She smiled.

“We don’t have to do anything, Beth,” he said. “We can just lie down.”

“What do you want?” she asked, finally looking at him.

“I wanna make you feel good. I wanna please you.”

“You do.”

“Lie down with me.”

She nodded and lay down. Daryl put himself between the wall and her body. He propped himself up on his right elbow and looked down at her. He stroked her hair away from her forehead.

“I feel like I don’t deserve a man as good as you,” she said.

“I’m the one getting more than they deserve,” he countered. “Earlier you said you wanted to be kissed.”

Beth nodded and Daryl leaned in to kiss her. His lips grazed hers. First one soft kiss, then another one, with more pressure. Then she parted her lips and he slipped his tongue inside. He went in deep and she moaned at the taste of him and the feel of his tongue. She brought a hand up tangled it in his still damp hair while he tongued her and made her pussy throb with need. His hand slipped up her right leg, lifting it over his hip.

While still kissing him she put her leg over him and felt his hand gently stroke the skin of her leg. The feel of his gentle, undemanding touch was driving her wild. The kiss had started off slow and gentle but as her need grew so did the pace. He dragged his lips down to her neck and lightly licked the flesh of her throat. Then he began to nuzzle her ear and it felt so good she moaned.

“I want to taste you again,” he whispered.

There was a name for that kind of spot, Beth remembered. An erogenous zone. He was driving her crazy whispering in her ear, with his breath hot on her neck and his hand stroking her leg.

His hand came up, lifting her dress, and he slipped his hand down her panties. He stared her in the eye as he pressed his palm flat against her womanhood. He knew just how to touch her. He could touch her better than she could touch herself. His palm was wet by the time he began to stroke her clit.

“Daryl…”she whispered. Another moan escaped her as her eyes drifted closed. “I wanna be naked with you.”

“Let me undress you this time,” he said, removing his hand from her panties.

They sat up and he eased her dress over her head, seeing she hadn’t worn a bra, and only had on a skimpy pair of purple bikini panties.

“I like these,” he said. “Tiny little panties…”

They were clearly wet where they’d absorbed her moisture. Seeing her juices stain her panties was driving him wild. He took a deep breath of them before he let them fall to the floor of the cell.

“Wait,” she said, halting him as he moved to bend over her. “You now.”

She lifted his shirt up and over. She’d seen him topless already. While that had been good, she wanted to see much more. She’d dreamed of undoing his belt and now it was a reality. She unhooked the belt and then moved to his button. She worked it loose and he watched her unzip him. His erection was straining against the material of his boxers.

Daryl remembered Beth saying she’d never seen a man before. She was about to see one now. He wasn’t hung like a horse but he was no slouch, either, and he’d always thought he’d been blessed in the balls department. They were heavy under his burgeoning erection and Beth actually moaned upon seeing him.

She didn’t know what possessed her but she took hold of him out of pure instinct, making him hiss.

“Did I hurt you?”

“God no,” he breathed. Feeling her hand on him was so damn good he’d almost lost it. He hadn’t been touched in ages by anybody but himself. Now here was Beth, his sweet Beth, naked in his bed and touching his cock.

“What do I do?” she asked.

“What you want to do with it?”

“Put it in my mouth,” she said honestly.

“Fuck,” he said. She wasn’t wasting time. She had no idea how crazy she was making him feel. How happy, too.

“It just seems right,” she said. “Natural.”

She reached up and brushed her fingertips over his balls. He showed her how to cup and gently squeeze them, how to rub them the way he liked it. He was moaning now, completely at her inexperienced mercy, loving every second of instructing her how to please him. He showed her how to jerk him.

“How do I suck it?” she asked.

Those words, so dirty but asked so innocently, were going to undo him. It took all his concentration not to lose it. He saw himself coming on her face and bit his lip, hard, trying to stay focused.

He instructed her how to take him into her mouth, to be careful not to graze him with her teeth but to use her lips and her tongue. She started licking and suckling him, hungry, greedy for him, trying to get him as far into her mouth as she could. She began moaning, turned on by the act itself and the taste of him. He watched her head bob, fought the urge to thrust into her mouth, and looked on as his dick went in and out of her sweet mouth.

“Beth…God…”

He’d thrown his head back. Beth had never felt so powerful as she did now. She had the unbreakable Daryl Dixon whimpering her name. He was completely at her mercy.

“Okay, stop,” he said, withdrawing from her mouth. He didn’t want to come undone just yet. He wanted to be inside of her for that moment.

Beth was dizzy with the heady scent of his sweat, which lightly slicked his skin. Daryl urged her back and soon he kissing her again. God could the man kiss, tonguing her into a newly aroused state before kissing down her chest. His lips kept moving lower and she knew what was coming next even though she’d never experienced it.

The things he’d done to her with his hands paled in comparison to what he did with his mouth. It was basically the same techniques only better. He used his soft, warm, wet tongue to lick the length of her slit. He suckled her pussy, sending ripples of pleasure deep inside. She could feel herself building, climbing the heights of her arousal as he ran his fingers over her belly. He knew she loved that. He knew that was a spot that made her body tighten inside.

Then his tongue found her clit. She looked down to see his striking blue eyes gazing up at her as his mouth worked her. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever witnessed, the most pleasurable thing she’d ever felt, seeing his lips lost in the thick, soft curls of her snatch while his tongue stroked her clit. He occasionally sucked, putting pressure on her and making her back arch as she ached for even more.

“Daryl…Daryl…”

This time he did something different. He slipped a finger inside. Her pussy was so wet, so loose, that he slid right in, though he could feel how incredibly small her channel was. He had very thick fingers that were thicker than any tampon she’d ever used. Her body jerked up from the bed, eager to feel the penetration even though there was a slight bit of discomfort. She’d never liked tampons for that reason but then again, she’d never been this aroused.

“Please…” she panted.

He pulled away from her and reached for one of the condoms, quickly rolling it on. Beth eyed him as he did it, her gaze full of desire as well as curiosity.

“You sure?” he asked, panting.

“I want you,” she said, putting her hands on his shoulders before leaning up to lightly kiss him. “I want this.”

Being very careful, Daryl positioned himself above her and settled between her thighs.

“Try to relax,” he said.

She nodded and waited while he put himself at her entrance and began to push in. Beth sucked in a sharp breath. She didn’t have a hymen to tear but she was very tight, even while aroused. She hadn’t told him but she’d wondered, as she saw him the first time, how he was ever going to fit into her body. She’d doubted her ability to take him in.

“Hurts?” he whispered.

She bit her lip and nodded. “It’s okay.”

Daryl began a slow rocking motion, easing out before pushing back in just a little harder than before. It was slow, and gentle, and she felt her body give to take him all the way in. Her fingers gripped his arms, tight, and though it must have hurt Daryl didn’t complain.

Instead he planted gentle, loving kisses on her sweat slickened forehead and cheeks. Then his lips met hers and he kissed her deeply, giving her body time to accept him. When he felt her begin to relax he began a rocking motion with his hips, like before, moving only slightly within her.

Every time Daryl pressed forward Beth felt herself moisten. Pleasure rippled through her core when he moved like that. Then he pulled out just a little more before pushing back in.  He kept it up, moving slowly, thrusting in increments until she was lose and wet and moaning his name.

“Ahh…Beth…” he sighed, rocking into her, feeling her moisten around his cock.

She gripped his back with one hand and tangled the other in his hair and began lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. He felt so damn good. Beth couldn’t believe it was possible to experience so much pleasure but here she was, on her back in Daryl’s cell, his head resting on the pillow beside her, his breath hot on her neck while he fucked her. His moans were deepening and his body tensing. She came hard when he thrust deep, his body stiffening inside hers and a strangled moan tearing itself from his throat as he finally came undone.

…

“Well, Professor Dixon. Does this mean I’ve graduated?”

“Yeah. You graduate Summa Cum Loud.”

She broke up into laughter. Even he chuckled, something she’d never actually heard him do before. He stroked her arm, something Beth enjoyed. Daryl had such a tender touch. She was seeing a side of him no one else at the prison ever did, a side no one would even think him capable of. There was so much more to Daryl than people knew and it wasn’t lost on her that she was the one he was opening up to.

It felt so sweet, so right, lying there in his arms, naked, skin on skin. He was warm and strong and loving and she burrowed closer to him.

“I hate the idea of going back to my cell and sleeping in that bunk alone,” she said.

He was quiet for a long time before he shifted so he could look down at her.

“You can come here anytime you want.”

“I just don’t want to throw too much at you, too fast. I don’t want to wear out my welcome.”

He grinned at that and shook his head. “Beth, that ain’t ever gonna happen.”

“You worried people will find out?”

“I worry what Hershel will say.”

“He can only say so much. I’m old enough to make up my own mind. I decide my future. Nobody else. I want you to be a big part of that future.”

Daryl kissed her softly and then said, “I will be, as long as you want me. Stay tonight. You can stay every night. You don’t have to be alone.”

He had no idea how badly she wanted him. Not just sexually but in every way. She blew out the candles and draped a leg over him. In the perfect darkness there was only is warmth and his love, and the steady thump of his heart beneath her ear. This was what life was about, she realized, having someone to love and to love you in return. Everything else was secondary. Daryl didn’t have experience in love, regardless of how good at sex he was. Beth was going to love him. She was going to show him how good life could be to have someone who wanted him just for the man he was, flaws and all. She knew it in her heart. He was her person and she would cherish him.


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