Hush Baby Im here

Chapter 38

***Warning, There is a bit of a sex scene, but I tried to keep it kind of PG****

He pulled back, running his thumb along the white scar on my cheek bone. Then kissing the small circular white mark on my forehead. My eyes traveled up to meet his, getting lost in his gentle movements.

Then when I wasn't expecting it he brought my wrist up to his lips and kissed my hand made jagged scar. Relief swelled in my heart, I spent most of the time trying to hide it. To hide the past from people. But Daryl excepted this, he loved me for it.

It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

I reached for his hand, giving it a light squeeze and letting my fingers travel up his arm, until I was sliding off his vest. My hands worked on unbuttoning his shirt, as he skeptically watches me. I don't make any moves to show  hesitation.

Slowly, when I'm finished, I move towards his back. There are dozens of faded marks splattered on his once perfect skin.

I remember helping daddy stitch a few back at the farm, and those were the ones my fingers found first.

I could feel his muscles tense and I glided over a large scar running across his spine. Then as he had done to me, I kisses every inch of it, and I heard him loudly exhale.

As if he expected me to turn away in disgust. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his collar bone and neck.

When I reached a sensitive spot on the base of his neck, goose bumps slightly rose as he shivered.

I couldn't help but smile to myself.

The he turned and kissed me, his hand on the back of my head running through my hair as we slowly lowered our selves down onto the sheets.

I pulled my shirt over my head, my necklace laying in between my breast. His callused hands ran underneath my shoulder blades and he unhooked my bra.

He positioned himself lower, kissing all the way down to the button of my pants.

I let out a soft moan.

I wasn't a virgin, which kinda sucked because I always thought I'd wait till marriage, but right now. This however, was completely different then the first time.

I was completely naked now, after he pulled off my underwear. As was he. Daryl runs his hands down my stomach, taking in every piece, driving me a little crazy and self conscious. I can't help but squirm, he laughs a bit, looking up at me. The rest of the night proceeds with many other... activities.

In the end he lays down beside me, pulling me close. Our bodies smell of sweat, he kisses my head gently. His eyes lingering on mine, that was my favorite kiss of the day. The soft caring kind. 

"Beth, that was." He stops talking, zoning out. I giggle, "amazing?" I offer.

"Better." He grunts in response.

"I can't feel anything below my torso." I say, laughing. His hand runs down and massages circles in between my thighs. And slowly feeling starts to work its way into my legs again.

"Daryl?"

"Hm?" He looks down at me.

"What did you first think of me, when you came to the farm?"

He thinks for a bit.

"Honestly? Rich girl who don't know what the world's like." I nod, looking at my scar.

"What 'bout me?"

"Redneck asshole who doesn't care bout anyone 'cept himself." I smile. Observing as our bodies tangle together peacefully.

So happy with Daryl.

With life.
I love you.