Beth and Daryl: Mature Stories💕👌🏽🤘🏾

Who said i wanted to be protected?

Beth was lying in her bed in the white house. It was crazy when she thought about where she was sleeping, surreal when she remembered that her hair was wet and the sheets felt so smooth against her legs because Eugene was a genius and had gotten hot water going again and she'd had a shower and shaved. She was going to have to remember to thank him in the morning. She sighed and tossed and turned restlessly. She was feeling lonely tonight and needy, very needy. It didn't help that she'd seen Daryl on her way to her room, shirtless and dripping wet. She licked her lips, remembering how editable he'd looked.

She looked over when she heard the door click open. Daryl slowly walked in, closing the door behind him. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

He smirked, still shirtless, and walked over to the bed, pulling the blankets off of her. Beth shivered a little, wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of panties. "I owe you one, remember?" he whispered, his voice deep, dark, filled with promise. He climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips, lifting her shirt over her head. Beth blushed, staring up at him.

He didn't say another word as he kissed his way down her body, over her belly, nipping at her hips as he pulled her underwear off her legs, tossing them across the room. Beth gasped, her back arching, her fingers going to his hair as he licked her pussy slowly, bottom to top, staying on the outside. That delicious tingling started low in her belly as her legs fell apart a little further. She could feel him smirking against her as he slowly parted her with his fingers and drew her clit into her mouth, sucking on it.

Beth mewled, moaned, and writhed under him. Thank god for Eugene and the ability to shave. Now she really needed to thank him. She pulled on Daryl's hair and gasped out his name as he drove her to orgasm. When she was spent, lying back on the sheets, sweaty and satiated, he crawled up and laid beside her, looking down at her with a smug smirk. "You're a danger to women with that tongue," she told him, starting to regain control over her breathing.

He smirked, running his fingers over her belly. "Is that so?"

She nodded her head. "They should lock you up, protect them from you."

He chuckled, nuzzling her neck. "Who's going to protect you?"

Beth smirked, fisting a hand in his hair and pulling him up to kiss her. "Who says I want to be protected?"