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Need You Now

Chapter 45

Previously in the past:

“What’s the plans? Wanna go out?”

While shaking her head side to side, Sam slid a hand beneath the hem of Daryl’s shirt and caressed the soft skin off his back just above the waistband of his dark gray pants. She knew she had missed him something awful while she’d been out of town, their nightly conversations having not been enough to quell her need to be with him and Sam just wanted it to be the two of them that night. “Why don’t we just stay in tonight?”

The Past: Saturday wee hours of the morning, July 10th, 1999

Daryl woke suddenly and blinked his sleep filled eyes while looking around the darkened living room, which was tinged in a blue hue thanks to the glow from the blank television screen. They had started another movie shortly after midnight and had fallen asleep shortly after it began. The clock in the kitchen proclaimed it to be well past four in the morning and let Daryl know they'd slept through not only the entire movie, but at least two hours of nothing after the final credits had rolled off the screen. After locating the remote control stuck between the cushion and the armrest, Daryl turned on the lamp beside him and clicked off the television. He hated to wake Sam just to move to the bedroom, she looked so peaceful snuggled up next to him with her head in his lap, but there was no sense in sleeping on the couch when there was a perfectly good bed a few feet away.

As gently as possible, Daryl slipped a hand beneath Sam’s head so he could ease out from under her and, after lowering her head to the couch, stand up. Looking down at Sam, who had yet to wake in the slightest, Daryl decided she was light enough to carry so he knelt down and slipped his arms underneath her and picked her up. Cradling Sam next to his chest, he headed towards the bedroom. As he crossed the threshold in to the dimly lit room, the light from a neighbors back porch light offering up only a faint glow in to the room through the curtains, Daryl realized that Sam had woken and was staring up at him. Slowly he loosened his hold on her and let Sam slide to the ground, their gazes connected and unwavering, to stand between him and the bed.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep again.” Sam hated she’d managed to sleep through the majority of their first time spending the night together, especially since she’d had plans that had very much included a bed, but not for sleeping. Gazing up at him, she bit her lower lip and wondered if he would be interested in what she had in mind at this late of an hour. The little voice in the back of her mind telling her that men were ready and willing for sex at any hour of the day sounded oddly like Cassie, and gave her the nudge she needed to make a move. Reaching out, Sam pressed her hands against Daryl's chest, splaying her palms flat against the soft material of his shirt.

“It’s okay. I did, too.” Daryl murmured, his mouth suddenly dry at the flicker of heat in Sam’s gaze. Her hands pressed against his chest, fingers widening slightly as she slowly slid them down towards his stomach without tearing her eyes away from his. Sticking to his word that they’d go slow, that he’d let her determine when they would finally have sex, Daryl let Sam set the pace and waited to see what she had in mind.

Sam slid her hands down his chest to his stomach and let them lay there for a moment before slipping them under the hemline of his shirt. The coarse smattering of hair on his belly tickled her palm as she skimmed her hands over the flat planes of his stomach. Stepping closer to him, she ran her hands along the edge of his waistband around his sides to settle at the base of his spine; his skin was smooth and heated beneath her hands. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest as she tentatively slid her hands over the tight muscles of his back once more before moving them upwards with his shirt in tow. So focused on what she was doing, the seriousness of the step she was taking, Sam missed the tensing of his back muscles and slight nervous flinch when she pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor beside them.

He couldn’t help but tense, flinch in shame, as Sam’s hands slid over his back; her fingernails scraping lightly across the scarred skin. In that moment, Daryl was faced yet again with the embarrassment of the marks on his back, the scars from where he had suffered at the hands of his father. He’d never shared that information with anyone, never let anyone see what had been done to him, always making sure to keep the lights off or his shirt on. Holding his breath as his shirt fell to the ground beside them, he was thankful that the room was dimly lit and he could hold off on letting Sam see what had been done to him, but he didn’t know how he was going to handle the situation in the morning as he’d never been faced with that problem before since he had never spent the night with any of the women he’d been with previously. Sam would, in all essence, be his first in many ways. The first to spend the night with, the first to see his scars, the first to fall in love with…and many more firsts if he had his say so in the matter.

Sam ran her hands over his chest, letting her palms glide over the light sprinkling of chest hair and outwards to glide over his nipples and felt them harden as she slid over them. Leaning her head forward, Sam pressed a kiss the skin over Daryl's heart and then moved to the side to brush her lips across a nipple before moving upwards once more to kiss the dip at the hollow of his throat. His hands were on her hips, resting gently at the top of her shorts. Placing her hands above his, Sam kept her eyes locked with Daryl's as she grasped his hands and slid them upwards, skimming her sides and dragging her shirt along with them until he realized what she was doing and took over.

Daryl could see the nervousness in her eyes, it lay just below the desire that stared up at him. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, the polka dotted material of her bra stretching against her small breasts with each breath. He let her shirt slip from his hand to fall down to the ground to lay across his own. Sam raised her arms, tucked her hands behind her back, and Daryl watched as she wiggled out of her bra, letting the straps slide slowly down her arms before adding it to the pile of clothes building on the wooden floor beside them. Bare to him from the waist up, Daryl reached out and pulled Sam against him; relishing the feel of her skin against his own.

Her skin burned, sizzled with desire beneath his touch as Daryl’s hands skimmed up her arms and over her shoulders to gently rest on either side of her head before he leaned in and captured her lips with his own. Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and eased up on to the tips of her toes so he didn’t have to lean down so far to kiss her. She parted her lips for him and moaned lightly as his tongue slid across hers. Burying her hands in his hair, she pulled him with her as she stepped towards the bed.

“You sure?” Daryl murmured, his voice hoarse and thick with emotion as he glanced down at her questioningly. Lifting a hand, he gently rubbed the pad of his thumb over her kiss swollen lower lip before leaning down and brushing a kiss across it. “We can stop if you want.”

“I don’t want to,” Sam licked her lips and nodded her head as she took a final step backwards until the bed pressed against the backs of her thighs. “Stop, that is. I want to…I want to be with you.”

For a moment he thought he’d heard her wrong, but all disbelief was chucked out the window when Sam crawled up on to the bed and faced him, perched on her knees wearing nothing but a pair of blue jean shorts and a shy smile. She reached out to him tentatively, one small hand grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him towards her. Eager and yet somehow nervous despite having had sex before he went to her. His nervousness mounted and Daryl realized why, he’d never been in love with his other partners…had never made love to anyone, so he had a reason to be anxious. Crawling on to the bed with Sam, Daryl wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him before lowering her gently to the bed. His heart was suddenly in his throat and beating a thousand times a minute as Sam looked up at him expectantly.

Suddenly in the midst of literally virgin territory, Sam didn’t know what she should be doing. Cassie’s voice rang in her head to let Daryl take the lead and to remember to breathe, but doing that calmly seemed to be another matter. Her limbs felt awkward as she tried to figure out where to put them, her stomach flip flopped with nerves and even though she was more than ready to take the next step with Daryl, her mind was running through all the things that could go wrong by doing so. But, she was determined to do this…to have sex with Daryl…the man she loved and the man she wanted to have her first time with. Sam took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves as Daryl lowered himself over her.

“Breathe, baby.” Daryl whispered against Sam’s neck as he ghosted a line of kisses along the soft skin. Her body was rigid and he could tell she was holding her breath as he settled himself between her legs and pressed against her trembling body. He felt her chest press against his as she gulped in a breath loudly. Pulling back from the curve of her neck, Daryl held her anxious gaze in the dimly lit bedroom, and tried to soothe her nerves. “It’s gonna be okay, trust me. I won’t ever hurt you.”

Sam nodded and took yet another breath, feeling her nerves slowly wash away at the promise in his words. Sure, the first time was going to hurt, but she knew in her heart that Daryl wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt her. Smiling up at him in the near darkness, she whispered, “I trust you.”

Covering her lips with his, Daryl kissed her deeply as he lowered his hand to her waist and tugged open the button on her shorts. Distracting her at least a little bit by parting her lips and delving his tongue inside her mouth, sliding it sensuously across hers, before easing down the zipper on her shorts. He inched his hand past the waistband, gently sliding it down her hip and along the lacy edge of her underwear and smiled against her lips when she raised her hips slightly to press up into his touch. Releasing his hold on her lips, Daryl kissed down her neck, licked the hollow of her throat and kissed a line down her chest to her breasts; leaving Sam breathless in his wake. Her hands fisted in his hair and a delicate moan of desire slipped past her lips when he closed his mouth over one nipple, suckling the pert nub before gently biting down on it.

Daryl’s lips were hot against her skin as he kissed a line down her chest and belly heading southward towards the waistband of her shorts. Sam fisted her hands loosely in his hair and forced her eyes open to stare down at him, surprised to find him looking up at her from between her legs. Once their gazes connected, as though he was waiting for her approval, he leaned up enough to be able to hook his thumbs in the loops on either side of her waist and pull her shorts down her legs; tossing them to the floor before doing the same with her lacy pink underwear. Completely bare to him now, Sam felt naked in more than one way as she trembled beneath Daryl’s hungry gaze.

Settling himself between Sam’s legs once again, Daryl kissed the smooth skin of her flat stomach, dipped his tongue into her belly button and kissed a trail down to the apex of her thighs. He felt her body tense up again briefly when his lips lowered to cover her moist, heated center, but relax and sigh with pleasure when he licked along the juncture and suckled at the nub nestled beneath a thatch of blonde curls. Smiling against her, Daryl licked and nibbled and suckled the delicate, sensitive area until Sam was writhing beneath him; breathy moans of desire slipping past her lips. Tenderly, he slipped a finger inside her and felt just how tight she was. Easing in another finger slowly, stretching her gently, Daryl moaned against her curls when she responded by grasping at his hair tightly.

Stars twinkled behind Sam’s tightly closed eyes as Daryl lavished attention on her; suckling, licking, nibbling at her until that luscious tingle in the pit of her stomach burned and ravaged at her body with raging flames of desire. She’d explored her body, touched herself under the sheets until she brought herself to orgasm before, but the feelings she’d produced for herself were nothing compared to what Daryl was eliciting. She trembled beneath his hands, quivered beneath the feel of his tongue and quaked at the sensation of his fingers inside her. Crying out loudly as he brought forth a climax she thought wasn’t possible, Sam fought to keep her legs from slamming together around his head as she shattered with desire in his hands.

Daryl wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before crawling back up Sam’s trembling body with a pleased smile on his face. Holding himself above her, he waited for her to finally open her eyes and look up at him before dropping down to kiss her deeply. Pulling back, he watched as Sam licked her lips, tasting herself from his lips, and stared up at him with hunger in her eyes. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off, before leaning over and grabbing a condom out of the bedside drawer. Her eyes were on him as he tore open the packet and tossed it to the floor before rolling the condom down his hardened length and the sight of her ravenous glare was sexy as hell.

Sam welcomed the weight of his body pressed against hers, the feel of his heated flesh against hers, the nudge of him against her heated center. Easing open her legs, she wrapped her thighs around his waist and felt her breath hitch in her throat as he nudged against her folds to slide just the tip pf his dick inside her body. He skimmed one hand along the edge of her curves, sliding upwards from her hip to settle at the nape of her neck, pulling her gently to him to capture her lips with his. Delving his tongue inside, he distracted her with his kiss and gently eased inside her virgin body; stretching her, filling her, until he was nestled deep inside her body.

Daryl paused when he was fully buried to the hilt inside Sam, her heated center squeezing him with its tight walls. Her body was tense in his arms and her eyes were slammed closed tightly and he watched as one lone tear slipped out of the corner of her eye. Leaning down, he kissed the salty tear away. With every ounce of control his body possessed, he forced himself to remain seated inside her, completely still, and whispered, “You okay?”

Nodding against Daryl’s lips that were pressed against the corner of her eye, Sam slid her hands along his back until they rested at the top of his buttocks. Putting her feet on the bed on either side of his thighs, she experimentally moved her hips; sliding him ever so slightly in and out of her body. Whatever hurt that had been there momentarily slipped away to be replaced with a feeling that she doubted she could ever put to words. She let her eyes open, connected their gazes, and felt Daryl begin to move with her.

He felt Sam move her hand from his waist, to slide gently across the skin of his side and down his arm and slip beneath his to interlock their hands. Holding one hand, the other tucked behind her neck, they moved together; her hips rising to meet his, thrust for thrust. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind swam with desire as they worked together to push over the edge. He dipped his head, buried it in the curve of her neck and bit down gently as the pressure built deep inside and spilled over; shattering, coming completely apart in her arms.

Sam slipped her hand from his and wrapped her arms around Daryl as he trembled in her arms. Her heart thundered in her chest, her breaths came out in short pants, as he shuttered in her arms and fell against her; their bodies’ slick with sweat. She smiled against him, her lips pressed against swatch of his sweaty hair, and held him on to him tightly. Even though she hadn’t climaxed again with him, Sam felt utterly content and satisfied, happier than she had ever been. The feelings bubbled up, swirled inside her until she thought her heart might explode from sheer happiness alone and that’s when it slipped out.

“I love you.”

Notes

Thank you to MsDixon for leaving a review for me. :) Hope you all enjoyed the sexy time!

Comments

@aphishinthec


Wow! Thank you so much. Glad you enjoyed it again. :)

Serenity Serenity
12/1/16

I binge read this too over thanksgiving weekend and literally could not put it down. I was a constant reader when the updates were regular, but sadly am the worst at remembering to review. Excellent story to binge read!!

aphishinthec aphishinthec
12/1/16

@Tripper


Squee! Glad you liked it just as much the second time around. :)

Serenity Serenity
11/28/16

So, I may have just gorged myself on this story and read it all over again in a few days. This is one of my very favourite stories of all time. So freakin' good. Thanks again for this wicked story!

Tripper Tripper
11/25/16

@Lunabelle4


Thank you so much!

Serenity Serenity
11/14/16