These Awkward Moments

Chapter 30 The Cabin

Delilah's POV
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon when I woke up that morning with the realization that I was deliciously sore in places that I didn't remember ever being sore in. I also realized that I was waking up tangled up in my husband's arms and legs, with his morning erection pressed against my butt cheek. I loved sleeping in his arms and waking up to his warm body pressed against mine.

I stretched and shifted in his arms. This resulted in his immediately squeezing me tighter in his embrace and pulling me closer to him. I giggled at his response. "Whatcha laughin' at so early in the mornin', Mrs. Dixon?" He mumbled sleepily in his extra deep and gravelly morning voice.

I wiggled around to face him, pushing my legs back around his. "Just lovin' the feelin' of bein' back in your arms darlin'. It's so sweet that when I move the tiniest bit you pull me back like ya think I'm tryin' ta get away from ya."

He peeked at me through sleep blurred eyes and grunted. "I waited too long ta get ya here Smokestack. I don't ever wanna let ya go now."

He lifted my chin up to kiss me and I felt his hardness push against my belly. My eyes widened. "Already darlin'? I can't believe that after last night you still have anything left!"

He chuckled. "I'm pretty sure that you're gonna cause this reaction in me every mornin' till I'm so old that I can't get it up no more."

I pretended to pout. "Well I hope that day never comes. I'm hoping to have a very long relationship with your magnificent cock."

I circled my hips towards him, and he groaned. "I would love ta dip it into your sweet pussy every day of my life Smokestack. This mornin' we got stuff ta do, so get up and pack yer bags so we can go." He smacked my ass making me jump as he rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

"Wait! Where are we going? Pack my bags for what? Daryl!" There was no answer from the bathroom. I glanced to the crib where Mercy was still sleeping peacefully. I padded to the bathroom and peeked in the door to see my magnificent husband standing with his back to me at the toilet in all his naked glory.

His head leaned back slightly. "Ya know this is all yer fault, don'cha?"

I walked up behind him and ran my fingernails up the backs of his thighs. "Why Mr. Dixon! Whatever could you mean?" I asked emphasizing my southern drawl.

He groaned and chuckled. "Smokestack, I can't even pee past this hard on, and you ain't makin' it any easier. I hope ya know what yer gettin' yerself into..." he warned.

He turned towards me, and I took a step back. He took a step toward me with a predatory look in his eyes. I glanced down at his erection that was pushing against his lower belly and swallowed. I stepped back again, trying to angle myself toward the door, but Daryl saw my eyes dart to the side and stepped toward me putting his hand on the wall to block my exit. "Where ya goin' Smokestack?" He growled.

I drew in a quick breath. "I... I... was just... gonna go pa..." His lips crushed against mine as his body pinned mine against the wall.

I reached my hands to his neck to pull him closer, but he grabbed my wrists and extended my arms over my head. He used his left hand to pin both of my wrists to the wall as he continued his punishing kiss. He pulled back and used his free hand to pinch my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I gasped at the sensation.

He ran his hand down my body. "This ain't gonna be no sweet, gentle love makin' like last night Delilah." He growled and slid his hand between my legs and into my wetness.

I was breathless from his attack on my body and senses. "Mmmm. Just look at how wet you already are for me." He brought his fingers up to my mouth and pushed them between my lips. "Lick." He commanded.