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"Daryl... I can't sleep." The voice is so small. If he could sleep himself he wouldn't have heard it. "Are they making noise?""I just...can I sleep with you?""I.. Um..."A grunt leaves the man. She scurries to the bed, the pillow he had tossed to the floor to find comfort being tossed next to him for her.
"Bad dream?" "No." All dreams were bad but she wouldn't say that to him. "It's cold." Riley glances up at him through her thick lashes, a blush covering her rosy cheeks, caramel skin incapable of hiding the pink that comes when she meets the man's gaze.Daryl shifts his lower half, a limp hand moves to tuck the thin blanket under her chin but also to redirect her gaze from noticing any bulging in his lap. With one arm behind his head, he stares at the ceiling but, one leg propped up to create an imaginary barrier between him and the girl he saved weeks ago, at the start. He can feel her stare. Smell her musk. A slightly sweet smell even though he knew the last time she bathed was not recent, just as his wasn't. "Do you shave?" She asks gently, somehow she had gotten closer, and he could feel her breath against his shoulder and neck. His hair warmed his face for a second because of it. At a time like this, are you still shaving? Are you still attempting to find normalcy in this chaos? "To pass time." He won't look at her even though he can feel the warmth of a hand too gently resting against his side. "I do too. My legs, and between them." Her hand reaches out resting on Daryl's cheek urging him to look at her. When he does, the same hand trails slowly over the rough prickles of hair on his face to his neck. He doesn't remove her hand but grunts before he responds. "Looters don't take razors." She was beautiful, looking at her made him forget too much."I've wanted you since..." He knew when. "I can be quiet." Riley leans over, placing her soft, warm, pink lips directly on top of his her soft fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers."Riley..." Her gentle lips melted away the terrors of the world outside.
His fingers tangle into her curls, any motion to move her on top of him is outdone by her lifting herself onto the man. She straddles his lap, too eager, she had only pulled his pants down enough for their crotches to meet. A soft moan escapes her as she doesn't have to try to get Daryl hard. Her hips rock against him, before resting to press him against her clit. He grunts into her mouth, a hand releasing her hair and going to her hip to rock her against him. She is slick through her underwear and he can feel a trickle of it roll perfectly down the side of his length. With centimeters between their lips, she's gasping in his air, the thin barrier of the fabric of her panties only driving her crazier for him. His hands, cold against her skin make her shiver into him, curling to fit his body. This is when Daryl reconnects their lips, and her hands move to push his pants away. "Shit." She hisses, jumping back a bit and looking at her finger, his gaze follows. His face changes to one of amusement and she rolls her eyes at him. She knicked herself on his knife, a small paper-cut-sized injury. A swift motion moves her onto the bed. Daryl takes it upon himself to remove his own pants. She smirks at the sight. The same limp hand motions at her to remove hers and it takes less than a second for her to listen. The man drops to his knees in front of her after a peck to the lips. His hands graze against her outer thigh before his fingers spread, still not covering how thick they are, and spreads them apart. The prickly facial hair tickled her navel. He groans between her legs at how soft her thighs are. How comfortable the pillows are to be between and how the sweetness and her musk are stronger here. After an inhale, he laps at her core. His tongue flattens and drifts to open her slit, taking in her wetness and he can feel her body convulse at the act. Riley struggles to not grip the brown hair between her legs and fails when his tongue licks open the hood of her clit and flicks the flesh under. She melts into him a moan louder than it should have been filling her mouth. He's immediately on top of her ofter hand over her mouth and eyes at the window. She doesn't care about anything else, just him. To return his attention back to where it belongs her fingers grip his hair harder. A hand flicks to her throat and it sends tingles down her spine from just being there. She nods at him and he squeezes slightly before grinding back into her, pulling back out when how wet she is pulls him in. Their lips stay connected. Her hips moved to get him inside, and his to tease her. One hand palms at her breast, after he bunches her shirt at her throat. A whimper fills the room. He pulls away to look down at her body, brown hair hangs down tickling her soft skin. Riley's lips kiss the prickly skin of his jaw, trying to touch him as much as she can. Her hand runs along his chest as the other grips the back of his neck. He is stronger than her. She is attempting to keep his lips on hers, and hopefully get him inside, and his big hands are pinching her erect nipples and holding himself inches above her. She can feel the warmth of his body everywhere. He can smell the warmth from hers. His hips are pressed against hers, resting, teasing. She hisses at him, only to get a smirk. He sits on his knees throwing his own shirt to the floor and motioning for her so he can take off hers. His first moan escapes as when her shirt disappears the light from the moon perfectly showcases the dark nipples and curves of her body. She looks so small and so full everywhere. Still on his knees, he cups her jaw in both his hands and captures her mouth in a kiss, her hands go immediately to his erection, one tug in annoyance before wrapping her hand around him and pumping, making sure her thumb caresses his tip every time she gets to it. "Please?" Her soft voice drips between them as they part for air.She felt him throb in her hand and, if possible, get bigger. It made her head spin, just as her voice did to him. She laid back, spreading her legs apart to showcase herself to Daryl. Again, he stared. The moon showed the visibly darker sheets under her bottom and her glistening right in front of him, begging him. A thumb traces the slit collecting moisture and he drops it into her mouth when he drops his body over her. His cock pressed right at her entrance. He made it jump against her and her legs wrap tightly around his hips, thick thighs trying to pull him in. She suckles on his thumb before, in one motion, he thrusts his full length into her and moves his hand to make sure her breath gets caught in her throat. her legs almost drop from around him, but his other hand quickly moves to keep them around him as she shivers under him and gasps for breath. Her brown eyes roll back, toward the headboard and her mouth hangs open. Both of her hands shoot to the headboard, her whole body pushing toward where they connect. He isn't moving, just letting her take all of him in and gasp for air. He feels her quivering around him. She nods at him again, and after a second tightens her legs around him before he begins rocking into her, loosening his grip on her throat. One of her hands move to cover her own mouth to keep quiet, the other gripping the meat of his ass trying to both pull him in deeper and push him out from being too deep. He groans at the sight of her in so much pleasure, quickening his thrust, the sound of how wet she is for him motivates him further. "Fucking beautiful." He praises her in a low voice that rumbles her chest.
She slurs a sound that sounds like 'yes,' but focuses more on grinding into his thrust before erupting into whimpers that his choking her doesn't stop but his mouth does. He swallows her sounds and lets her come undone around him again, not stopping his thrust. Her cunt feels like it is pulling him in with every thrust. She is nodding, but this time it's for no reason. He throbs inside of soft folds, slowing his thrust as her body goes slightly limp and she starts mumbling noises. He smirks at the image. Her body stretched out for him still gripping the rails of the headboard. "Stay," he whispers before sliding out of her and to the floor again. Daryl's thick digit slides between the slippery slick folds, erupting a gasp from both of them. She was so hot and practically sucking his fingers in too. "Fuck-"His words engulf her entire body in heat, squeezing onto the bars above her. He slides the finger being sucked in all the way inside of her, gently curling it up, almost making her curl with it. Two fingers pinch the throbbing bud warranting a yelp from Riley. He groans at her and she goes to nodding her head again. Consent and understanding. He does it again, pinching at the same time his finger rubs against the spongey skin of her g-spot. Tiny kisses span her thighs. The rough hair only added to the pool between them. Warm blue eyes look past the curtain of his dark hair, in embarrassment Riley looks away but still moans at what he is doing to her body. A mixture of love and lust coats his gaze. He moves his lips back to her sex and immediately sucks on the soft bud, his warm tongue to play with it,. A soft breathy moan of his name hits his ear when his mouth covers her cunt. Her back arches of the mattress, coming undone yet against him. Daryl sucks her clit into his and she releases sending shocks of pleasure from Riley's head to her toes.
"Daryl!" She moans before limply beckoning him towards her with a few gentle shudders. His hand is rubbing himself, trying to soothe the ache she causes.
He hovers over her body for the last time, tongue taking over her mouth. The bliss from her third orgasm only allows her own tongue to fight back lazily.
"You're so beautiful, Riley."
She gazes at him with a smile, her heart swelling at the admiration.
Pressing a kiss against his lips her hands start to attempt to return the favors she had been given. He moans gently and rubs his lower body against her again. His fingers return to her chest before his head dips and take the erect buds between his lips, letting it graze both his teeth and tongue. The other nipple is twiddling between thumb and forefinger as Riley, again, wraps her hand around him and pumps. He pushes himself back to her entrance, despite her attempting to guide them both off the bed. She smirks at him and he thrusts into her, taking it off her face. A whimper rises from her throat, already slightly sore, and way too sensitive. Yet, her legs snake themselves around him again, just as her arms do. This time, she finally wins a battle and gets on top of him, keeping him inside. He gasps at the image before gripping her hips and thrusting into her, not letting her find her own footing. She gasps at the feeling and his eagerness. He swears he can already feel her pooling between his own thighs which drives him to hold her onto him with an arm locked around her lower back. A soft whimper escapes her mouth and she grinds into him, ignoring his need for a rest before bouncing herself along his shaft with her newfound footing. Each thrust she feels in her throat, and pulling at her clit. Trying to ignore the tingling up and down her back. He groans beginning to kiss and grope differing portions of her body, sloppy wet kisses leaving heat in their wake all over her chest and neck. She can feel him helping her bounce now. He can feel the quivering of her insides around him. The grip on her lower back makes her stop, but Daryl continues a slow thrust pushing him deeper inside of her warmth. He wants every part of him wrapped in it. Safely and comfortably inside her. She wants to hold him there. Riley starts grinding into him, begging for his cum under her worn-out breaths. He groans into her collarbone, becoming erratic in his thrust. Switching from grinding and thrusting. Daryl leans to press his mouth against hers, melting further into her, and she quickly responds. Trying to give him appreciation through being lifted into the clouds. He leaves gently bites on the side of her neck when they pull away, he can't stay focused on one part of her. For Riley, it feels as though he is trying to get in as deep as he can and it is a struggle not to cum again until his deep voice whispers into her ear to do exactly that. Whimpers and blushes take over her existence. Soft moans turn shaky as Riley goes back to trembling with pleasure. They both feel him hit her womb, his hands tangling in my hair to pull my head to pull her head back and take in her body. Slick with sweat.
"I'm going to cum inside you..." He murmurs staring at her full breast, the words bringing her back down.
Her approval is nodded, making him pull her hair harder. Her sex holds onto him trying to milk him with her own release. His cum beings to shoot inside, and she feels the warmth in the pit of her stomach. Daryl's thrust, regardless of his orgasm, continues harshly deep wanting to ride it out to its fullest. Sounds, unnamable, escape with Riley's breath. Her hands slither across his hair-roughened neck, breaking his breathing momentarily to intensify his orgasm. Even more cum shoots into my womb, dripping down his shaft, dripping between them, furthering the mess.
"I need more..." He groans hands roaming her chest.
She lowers down his beautifully sculpted body, hair peppered his imperfect skin and it made him even more beautiful. Foreplay is forgotten as Riley craves the taste of both of their essences together, which now sits in front of her, lathered on his length. She engulfs all she can fit between her lips moaning at their taste. Her eyes lock on him, dark wild hair curtaining his face. His country drawl protruded through his moans. Daryl Dixon bites his lip in a way that eggs on the suckling. He tests a hand on her head before tangling into the curls. Her tongue swipes across him taking every drop of their union down her throat before cupping his ass and pulling the beautiful man into her throat suckling wantingly on his hard-on. A handful of her hair is clenched in his fist. She sends another moan around him sending vibrations through his length before raking nails up his hair-kissed thighs. His cock pulsates as small amounts of cum shoot into the back of Riley's throat.
"Good girl, drink-"