A Redneck's Wicked Game (A Daryl Dixon Story)

No Regrets

Chapter 12—No Regrets

***Adult Content!!!

Once we get into our room I start to feel extremely nervous and do my best to cover it. I lay my wet clothes out on the window sill so they can dry and throw my dry dirty clothes on the back of the chair. I sit down on the end of the mattress, crossing my ankles over one another and adjusting my towel so it's secure. I start combing out my long hair as Daryl takes off his shirt and pulls off his boxers from under the towel, placing his wet things on the sill with mine. I glance up at him wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and the site of him makes my head spin. I can't help but lick my lips as his muscles flex when pulls the large armchair closer to the bed. He sits down in the armchair and watches me comb my damp hair. I concentrate on combing out the tangles from my hair as the knots in my stomach tighten.

Daryl notices my nervousness and moves off the chair, sitting next to me on the bed. He pushes back some hair from my cheek, "Relax Rowan, I'm not gonna throw ya down on the bed and attack ya." I give him a soft smile, "I know, I'm just a little out of my comfort zone here." He sighs and kisses my temple, "We don't have to do anything if you're not ready princess." I stop combing my hair and look into his eyes, "I want to Daryl, I just don't know what I'm doing. I not comfortable with being awkward and there's no way to hide it this time." He takes the comb out of my hand and tosses on the crate next to the bed. He cradles my face in his hands as he gently says, "Just try to relax darling; I want you to enjoy this." He leans closer to kiss me and my breathing quickens. His first kiss is gentle and coaxing, making me relax. As I relax his kisses become more passionate and needy. It doesn't take long for me to moan softly against his mouth as we kiss. My hands slide up his toned arms and shoulders, making their way to his damp hair. I run my hands through it, pulling him closer to me.

He gently pushes me down on the bed and moves his mouth to my neck. As soon as he nibbles at my collar bone, I let out a loud moan. He runs his tongue up my neck and I can't help but arch myself against him. He bites down on my earlobe and I gasp, enjoying the feeling. His hand reaches between us for my towel and he pulls it open. He runs his calloused hand across one of my breasts making the nipple stiffen immediately. He pulls his mouth away from my neck and gazes down at my naked body, making me extremely self-conscious. His hand fondles my nipple as he looks back up at me. I advert my eyes as I start to blush and he whispers, "Hey darling, you okay?" I let out a deep breath, "Yeah I just don't want ya to be disappointed." He kisses me softly murmuring, "Why would I be disappointed? Every inch of you is sexy and beautiful." I sigh, "Not my scars." He looks me in the eyes with sincerity, "I don't care about your scars; I have my own remember?" I nod whispering, "But I have so many more than you...., my voice trailing off because of his gaze. He kisses me again before saying, "I think yer beautiful no matter what." I let the words sink into my head as I pull his mouth back to mine. The emotion behind his kiss just confirms what he's said to me; he means everything that's come out of his mouth.

His hand roams over my body, making me ache for his touch. The butterflies in my stomach are almost unbearable. His mouth travels back to my earlobe and down my neck making me moan. He kisses his way down to my breast and I gasp in pleasure as his scruff rubs against my soft skin. Daryl takes a nipple in his mouth making me arch against him and softly cry out. His gentle biting makes my nipple harden even more and he circles his tongue around the stiff peak. As his mouth is on my breast I feel his other hand travel down to my hip making me moan louder. I feel his large hand slide across my belly and dip down further to in between my thighs. I instinctively part my legs granting him access to one part of me that's throbbing for his touch. I gasp as he runs his fingers over my soft folds. He has me so turned on at this point that I know I'm sopping wet. His thumb finds my clit and he rubs it gently in little circles; eliciting small cries from my lips. He's the only one who's ever touched me like this, other than myself but he knows exactly what I like. I weave my hands through his messy hair as his mouth switches to my other nipple. He increases the pressure on my nub with his thumb, making me pant in pleasure. I feel his long thick finger slide into me slowly and buck my hips against his hand begging for more. He pumps his finger in and out of me making me cry out even louder. The pleasure I feel is making me dizzy and I can't get enough. He gently adds another one of his fingers and I moan out, "Oh God Daryl, yes!" He lifts his mouth from my nipple, leaning up to kiss me. He pulls back to watch my expressions as his two fingers bring me closer to the edge, "Ya like that princess?" I nod my head as another loud cry escapes my lips. He dips his head back down to my chest, dragging his tongue down the valley in between my breasts. I'm moaning and panting as he licks his way down my body. He slides off the end of the bed as he nudges my thighs wider apart. I realize what he's about to do and I'm about to protest but I feel his tongue on my clit; the heavenly feeling making me gasp. Whatever reservations I had about him putting his mouth there, flies out the window.