Angel

Chapter Thirteen: Jessie & Daryl

Jessie

He wanted me like I wanted him. This wasn't just a convenient hook up of two people. We had too much at stake with our friendship for that. This was more. I had wanted him almost since the beginning, but wouldn't admit it to myself. During those long nights alone when I had left to go scavenging, I thought of nothing but him. I knew then that I was falling in love with Daryl.

I was just unsure of how he felt about me. I'd rather keep my feelings to myself than ruin the friendship we had. These days being able to trust someone was rare and I needed that to stay alive. Living always had to be our first priority. Even before sex.

The kiss was something I hadn't planned. It surprised me as much as it did him. I was so happy to have made it back because there were a few time I had been in deep shit with the dead. Only a combination of skill, determination, and sheer luck was what got me out alive. The kiss was completely impulsive. I just did what I had been thinking about for days, because I was so happy to see him again.

I kissed him, and he kissed me back. It wasn't a frantic let's-rip-our-clothes-off kiss. It was a more of an I-need-and-like-you kiss. It was impulsive, but it was right.

And now here we are lying together in bed kissing again. Except for this time, it's not going to end without us getting naked. I want this so bad. That's why when I saw him lying on the bed I sat there with him. Close to him. I wanted him to make the next move and thank God he did.

Believe it to not, I'm not afraid of him. Should I have been? Definitely. He was a man and men had raped me. Multiple times. The last thing I should ever want was one to touch me, but strangely I did. My head was able to put those monsters that abused me in the same category as the undead. Daryl wasn't like that, and I got that. That's why I knew I could let this happen between us, and damn I was ready.

Now I'm lying on top of him, and I can tell that Daryl was certainly ready. I could feel his erection under me, and it definitely wanted out. I already knew that he was big from seeing it that day at the swimming hole, but it felt huge under me.

Daryl asked me if I was okay with this. Was I okay? I am so okay with us moving in this direction that I took off my shirt and bra to show him. There's a shyness in him that I find attractive and adorable. I just didn't expect that from him. I always pictured him the type to leave a string of broken hearts in his wake, but I'm getting the feeling that's not the case at all. Even though there's rarely a smile on his face, Daryl is a good looking guy. He's hard and stoic, but I think he's that way to protect himself from more hurt.

I don't know if the shyness is just for me or women in general. All I know is that he's moving slowly...almost too slowly with us, so I sped things along a little by taking his hands and placing them on my breasts.

"God that feels so good," I sighed as he squeezed them. Then he pinched my nipples sending a wave of heat right down to my core. I just stared into his lust filled blue eyes as he held and massaged them.

Daryl then pulled me down to him part way and took a nipple into his mouth. "Oh sweet lord," I moaned as his mouth possessed me. It was when he used his teeth that I cried out.

"Did I hurt you? Jessie, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I'm not good at this."

I laughed at him. "You're wrong. You're so good at this. I love it...a lot."

The smile that spread across his face was beautiful and oh, so sexy. I hope to see more of it in the coming days. "You want me to do it again?"

"Yes, definitely yes!"