“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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