My Only Weakness

Chapter Sixteen

My eyes peeled open sleepily, and I snuggled into the blankets not wanting to get up.I looked to my left, finding Daryl laying on his side, his bare back to me. I watched his body rise and fall as he breathed, hearing his light snore with a smile.

I looked over his back, noticing various long scars protruding from his skin. I frowned, and reached across to trace my hand over the largest one. His body tensed under my touch, a grunt alerting me that he was awake.

"Don't do that." he snapped gently, but I could still sense the coldness in his tone. I dropped my hand onto the blanket with a sigh, "I'm sorry...just curious."

He flipped over to meet my gaze, and I couldn't help admiring his toned abdomen with a blush. What happened last night was amazing; the way he touched me was unsure yet determined, all at the same time.
I only hoped he felt the same.

I moved in closer, pressing our naked forms together, causing him to suck in a breath. His left arm wrapped around my waist, while he propped his head up with the other, looking down at me.

"Do you regret it?....Last night?" I asked softly, fearing what the answer could be when he didn't answer right away. Finally, he spoke up, his voice soft. "Nah, not at all. You were...." he paused to think of the right word to say "....perfection."

I relaxed, smiling. "Good." He leaned down, his lips pressing against mine. I closed my eyes as I returned the kiss, and his grip on my waist tightened as I let out a small whimper.

I started nipping at his lower lip and he growled, parting my lips with his tongue. I moaned against his lips, and I could feel Daryl pushing me into the bed as he rolled on top of me, my legs on either side of him.

I snaked my arms around his neck, my fingers weaving through his disheveled hair as his hands go to my thighs, and his thumbs traced circles over my skin as he explored my mouth thoroughly.

He tasted faintly of cigarettes, and it wasn't a bad taste, but inviting. He slid into me slowly, and a low groan escaped his lips as he entered. I whimpered, and he pulled his lips away from mine so he could look into my eyes, and I let out a soft moan when I saw the desire he held for me.

It wasn't until he bit his lower lip and let out a pleasured grunt that I knew he'd let down his walls, showing me vulnerability as he began to thrust into me at a steady pace.

I moaned his name softly, so only he could hear; praising him, asking for more, my moans being rewarded with a thrust deeper than the last.

He dipped his head into my neck, placing wet kisses as he groaned into my ear, the sound vibrating off my skin. I let out another pleasured moan, tugging at his hair lightly, earning a groan from him.

His movements became erratic, his breaths staggered, and I could feel myself coming to a climax as well. "D- Daryl, I...." I started, but a moan escaped my lips before I could finish. He let out a husky groan, "I know...me too."

We finished together, Daryl collapsing on top of me, his arms supporting his weight as he panted. I breathed in and out deeply, catching my breath as I looked up at him, and when our eyes met I knew one thing was for certain: I was falling for him, and hard.