Moondust- A The Walking Dead Based Story

Chapter Two- French Kisses and Chocolate

William finally arrived at the Greene farm and parked his Ferrari near the tree line. He jumped out of the car, grabbed his bag filled with blankets and snatched up the pillows from his passenger seat. He laid them out next to his car in the grassy field and awaited Maggie's arrival.

Soon enough the farmer's daughter had made her appearance. She made her way over to William who was sitting, resting his back against his car. Will opened his arms allowing for Maggie to fit perfectly into them.

"Hey." He said, pressing a gentle kiss on top of her head.

Maggie looked up from her spot and smiled, "Hey yourself." She pulled away from the embrace and pranced over to the spot he had set up for them. "Ya do all this for me?" She asked, a blush rising to her face.

He nodded with a smile given in reciprocation, "Of course I did. I also brought some of your favorite snacks." He held up a few of Maggie's favorite chocolate bars and walked over to her. He sat down on top of the blanket and patted next to him, motioning for Maggie to take a seat. Maggie quickly sat next to him, taking a candy bar from his hands. She unraveled the plastic wrapping and divulged herself in the milk chocolate. Once finished, she looked up at William, "Thank you for coming tonight." She said, "I know how hard it is to sneak out of your house but I couldn't wait to see you again."

William smiled and brought his thumb to the corner of Maggie's lips, wiping a smudge of chocolate from it. "It's okay, I missed you too. I promise we don't have to be a secret anymore. Whenever you're ready, I'll tell my family." He reassured her, wiping his hand on the blanket beneath him.

"I don't know." She said, her accent thicker than normal. "I don't want Ali mad."

"We can't exactly help how we feel Mags. I love you.. Nothing is going to change that." He spoke those three words easier than he'd ever expressed anything. It caught Maggie by surprise, her mouth gaped open in shock.

"You love me?" She questioned, moving closer to him.

William brought a hand to Maggie's cheek once more and brushed her brunette locks behind her ear, "More than anything." He said, closing the distance between them and locking their lips together.

The passionate exchange was soon turned into a heated makeout. Their tongues danced with one another's in each of their mouths, their wandering hands left ghostly touches against the other's skin, and the heat radiating from them warmed the entire area around them. Maggie pushed William's body down slowly as she began to straddle his waist. She brought her hands to the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head, exposing her already bare chest. William admired her body, running his hands along her silk-like skin.

"You are so beautiful." He muttered, lifting up to capture her lips back into his own for only a moment before Maggie was tugging his shirt from his body.

In a matter of minutes, their clothes were thrown to the side leaving them both bare and exposed to the cool air around them.

William gazed into Maggie's eyes from above her, his lips now slowly pressing against her soft skin from her neck down to her chest and back up to their final destination on her lips. His hands wandered her body, trailing their way to her hands that fit perfectly within his own. Their fingers interlocked in a warm embrace as their bodies rocked against one another's. His right hand left the woman's grasp and lowered between her legs only to be welcomed with her moisture which allowed his fingers to glide gently across her clit which was aching for any sort of pressure.

His cock twitched at the sensation. Fuck. She did things to him that were unexplainable. Little did William know, Maggie felt the same. There was something so magnetic about William. Maggie groaned as his warm hand left her quivering, wanting more; anything. Her groan only fueled Williams following actions. He looked down at her in a seductive manner and spat into his hand before pumping himself with lustful intent. Maggie's eyes grew eager as she was craving for him to fill him and make her complete once again.

Within a matter of moments all that could be heard echoing round the empty fields were the sounds of their lustful moans as they became one in the same. William plunged almost straight into her moisture, leaning down so they were skin to skin, his lips trailing her porcelain skin. Maggie clutched tightly at his broad, muscular shoulders, enjoying every inch of him that truly belonged to her. He knew her body like the back of his hand, he knew every moment that would have her shaking in seconds, he knew her.

After a few minutes of rhythmic fucking, William began to kiss gently down her smooth skin until his lips were met with her small peachy nipples that were hardened not only by her pure lust but by the bitter cold that threatened to ruin their heated moment. As his lips suck at her nipple and his tongue lapped gently, Maggie's moans only increased. She loved it.

Her moans were music to his ears, the spring in his step, the beat to his music. There was nothing more lyrical than her moans begging for more which he was there to provide. As William moved his attention to the nipple, leaving the other to freeze in the brisk air, Maggie dug her nails into him, feeling herself one step closer to the finish mark.

After giving the other nipple the one desired attention, Maggie smirked, wanting to treat William in the same way. In one swift movement she flipped the pair over, not daring to allow him to leave her entrance and began to move her hips in a way that no one could ever compete with. William at first was taken aback however this was Maggie, expect the unexpected. She was a wildcard. He groaned at the change in pace, his cock throbbing inside her, twitching at her walls which seeped with pleasure.

Williams' hands ran up her legs, squeezing at her muscular thighs as she rode him. Forward, back. Forward, back, Over and over and over. His hands guided up the rest of her body, following her beautiful shape which he admired everyday. His hands gently grasped her breasts, playing with them in the way he knew was best before pinching at her cold and aching nipples which were sensitive to every sensation.

Feeling as though he was going to lose control of himself, William moved his right hand down between her legs, his thumb pressing against her clit, stimulating that last piece of the puzzle, the last action for her to roll over into oblivion. Lustful moans from both parties began to build as they neared their end.

"Maggie" William was able to muster out between groans of pleasure. As much as he would love to experience the sensation of filling her, he was too responsible. However Maggies hands clasped over his mouth as her pace built up. She wanted this, She really did.

Maggie's body was becoming hot and flushed, the sweat glistening in the moonlight. It was picture worthy. She was riding him, feeling every inch, every curve, every vein, every pulse inside of her. It was pure delight. Maggie felt as her breathing quickened and her orgasm came thundering through which only pushed William over his edge as the sight of her mixed with her clamping, drenched walls.

Together the pair came, as if one, there for the other but complete together. Maggie didn't care. The feeling of his warming cum filling her only made the experience that much more meaningful. She slowed herself down to a stop before carefully collapsing onto his chest, their sweaty skin blending into one. "I love you too" She spoke in a raspy, tired, yet meaningful tone.