Angel

Chapter Fourteen: Jessie & Daryl

Jessie/Angel

What a great way to spend a rainy day. After that first mind-blowing time with Daryl, we had sex again two more times until he needed a break. Frankly, I did too. Sex with him is so damn good. There is something about the two of us together that works perfectly. I was never into the traditional loving missionary only boring sex. Give me hard, crazy any-type-of-position-you-want sex and that's me. Apparently, that's Daryl too. Thank fucking God!

I get a strong feeling that I'm going to be teaching him a few things. He admitted to me that he was more of a one-night stand kind of guy. Those types of experiences don't lean towards experimentation much, so I'll have to see what he knows. We've done missionary twice, and I rode him this last time. Damn, that was hot. I was bouncing on top of him, slamming him in as deep as I could get as he was squeezing my boobs hard like I love it. I know that he's never had a girl like me before, so this is going to be so much fun.

But, even putting the fantastical sex aside, that's how good it is that it gets its own word, I'm falling for him so badly. He has that bad boy vibe I can't resist. Never could. But instead of thinking he's God's gift to women, he has no idea about how hot he is. None what so ever. And I get him. He's wrapped himself inside a hard shell that he wasn't going to let anyone even make a crack in it, but he let me. And I just didn't crack it, I broke the damn thing.

Daryl is mine.

It may be pouring rain outside, and the dead don't stay dead anymore, but this is the best day ever!

So I'm thinking about all of this as I look for something to make for dinner while I'm wearing Daryl's shirt. I just couldn't help it, it smells like him. My boobs are practically falling out of the armholes since like all of his shirts this is sleeveless, but I don't mind. I know if Daryl were awake he wouldn't mind either. My man is taking a nap. Guess I wore him out.

I take the lone pot we have out to the stove. I dumped a couple of cans together to try to make a meal. We don't have too much left, so hopefully, he can hunt us up something tomorrow. I have zero desire to return to any type of civilization any time soon.

The pot goes on the iron stove top, but I didn't start the fire yet. I sit down in one of only two chairs in the room. The bare wood feels damp on my naked butt. The humidity is high with the constant downpour going on outside making the day pretty uncomfortable.

I glance over at Daryl. Both of us were lucky that day I found him. I saved him, and he is now saving me. I love feeling like this again. The excitement of a new man in my life, but Daryl is so much more than that. We both knew we could trust the other from early on. Without trust, you can't have a relationship, be it a friendship or love. And while we haven't known each other too long, we easily became friends, and now it's so much more. I feel more comfortable with him than anyone else in years.

I had a few short-term hookups with guys since the world went to shit. Nothing serious, but that didn't mean we didn't always find a semi-private place to have a quickie. The world may have taken a major spin sideways, but the desire to have sex was never going away. It seems Daryl may be the only one that wasn't still having sex. Except, that appears to have come to an end. And thank God for that.

I know I am smiling like an idiot, but he makes me happy. Happier than I've been in a very long time.

Daryl shifts in his sleep rolling onto his back making his long bangs fall across his face. I love seeing that face, so I get up and sit carefully on the edge of the bed next to him. Gently, I l move them aside so I can see him again. There's a softness to him while he sleeps that isn't usually there when he's awake. He's a man that I can tell has led a rough life, and he wears the weight of the world on his shoulders. And even though he has two of the broadest shoulders I have ever seen, I want to take some of that weight off them.