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Need You Now

Chapter 91

I have posted two chapters, so make sure to read Chapter 90 if you missed last night's post. :) Had to make up for the lack of post Sunday night with two of them on Monday night. And, be forewarned...there's no angst! Go me! Hope you all enjoy, I know there has been much anticipation for this particular chapter.





The Present: Thursday, April 19th, 2012

The past week had flown by in an exhausting, but exhilarating blur. Each day Sam struggled to keep her hands off Daryl, yet her nights were spent doing just the opposite. Except on the nights when Jacey stayed over at Daryl’s, those nights were spent lying in bed alone aching for the feel of his body pressed against hers, longing for the moment when she could be in his arms once more. That yearning had already started to build, having bid him and Jacey farewell after dinner and retreated to her apartment all alone; not even lucky to be able to bide her time with Cassie, who had been spending more and more time at Rick’s house instead of her own apartment.

It was that loneliness, that craving to be in Daryl’s arms that inevitably produced the idea in her head that Sam couldn’t shake no matter how hard she tried, especially after she realized what day it was. Perched on the edge of the bathtub, where two buckets of rainwater that were warm from the afternoon sun, Sam reached for the pair of nearby scissors and started methodically trimming away as much of the furry growth on her legs as possible in hopes of making shaving a little bit easier. Once the hair was cut down to a manageable length, she retrieved the new razor and shaving cream she’d procured in the supply store and got busy removing the hair that had been on her legs for well over a year.

A considerable amount of time later, legs and underarms shaved, Sam was left with the decision as to what to do with her lady parts area. After a great deal of consideration, she ended up trimming the area down as close as possible and shaving the outer edges into a neat triangle. It wasn’t nearly as groomed as she’d been the last time Daryl had seen that certain part of her body, but at least it wasn’t grown out like an unkempt hedge. Once the bathroom had been cleaned up, she thoroughly applied lotion to every square inch of her body and dressed in the sexiest pair of undergarments she had at her apartment, a pair of rose printed hip hugging panties and a lace trimmed bra in a coordinating color, since she’d clearly lost the matching bra at some point. A glance at the clock showed that it was far too early to leave, so Sam pulled on her bathrobe and grabbed the basket full of nail supplies off of the bathroom shelf as she headed towards the living room.

Thoroughly groomed from head to toe, Sam shoved a small knife into her back pocket and stuck her pistol into the holster on her right hip as she headed out the door; the clock by the door ticking away slowly to the midnight hour. Locking the door behind her, Sam clamored down the back stairs, jogged towards the end of the street and skirted along the shadows of the tree line, making her way towards the home she had once shared with Daryl. Once she was within sight of his house, she scampered across the street and headed through the backyards of two other houses until she was standing at rear of his home. Cautiously eyeballing the area around her to make sure it was clear, she tapped on the window with the edge of the flashlight in her hand until she heard Daryl moving around inside.

“Sam? What’s wrong? Everything okay?” Daryl asked, his eyes bleary as he stared out the open window at Sam. Leaning out the window slightly, he glanced around the backyard curiously, as if he could see anything out there in the darkness of night, before turning his attention back to Sam.

“Wouldn’t be knocking on your bedroom window if I was in danger.” Sam pointed out, a smile tickling at the corners of her mouth as she cocked her head and pinned him with a pointed look. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” Moving aside after Sam waved off the offer of his hand for assistance climbing through the window, Daryl held on to her flashlight and watched as she expertly hefted herself up on to the windowsill and crawled inside. Once she was safely in his room, he closed the window and turned to face Sam. “Why in the hell are you running around alone at night?”

“I wanted to see you.” Sam’s reply was soft spoken as she reached out to Daryl and trailed her fingers down his arm until they reached his hand and intertwined their fingers together. Poking her bottom lip out, pouting playfully, she innocently asked, “I can leave if you want me, too?”

“Nah, you’re here already and all.” Laying the flashlight on the windowsill, Daryl wrapped his arms around Sam dipped his head and covered her lips with his own. While he was irritated that she’d been so irresponsible, darting around in the middle of the night unaccompanied, he was also thrilled that she was there with him. Pulling her tightly against him, their embrace deepened quickly, pressure building until they were both burning with desire.

With only the pale beam of light offered up from the flashlight, Sam slipped her hands beneath the worn material of his sleeveless shirt and slid the slowly up the hardened muscles of his torso, pulling away from his lips long enough to slip it off of him completely. Splaying her hands on his chest, the soft smattering of hair tickled her palms as she explored. Sliding her hands down his body, gently grazing the tips of her fingernails as she moved them from his chest towards his waist, she peered up at him hungrily beneath thick lashes. “You know that whole take things slow thing I came up with?”

“Yeah, I’m familiar with it.” Daryl’s voice was gravelly and thick, full of emotion as he stared down in to Sam’s eyes, the desire and need he found in them sent chills down his spine. Her nails skimmed across his stomach, teasing his flesh as she trailed her hands down his body and settled at the waistband of his pants.

Leaning forward, Sam placed a kiss directly over his heart, lingering there and inhaling the scent that was purely Daryl; manly, sexy, smoky. Moving her lips across his chest, marking her words with feather light kisses, she whispered her words against his skin, “I’d like to retract that statement, if that’s okay with you.” She smiled, her lips still lingering on his chest, hands grasping at his narrow hips, when he uttered a barely coherent string of words in agreement to her suggestion.

Pulling back from Daryl, Sam grabbed hold of the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head and tossed it to the floor to lay across his. Standing there before him in her delicate pink bra, her stomach erupted in a flurry of nervous flutters as Daryl’s eyes washed over her with an appreciative glint in them. Her heart thundered in her chest, beating wildly against her breastbone, as she reached out for him once more; his skin was heated beneath her tentative touch. It had been twelve years since they’d last been intimate, enough time spent that it was almost like the first time again.

As they awkwardly stumbled towards the bed, tangled in one another’s arms, Sam kicked off the slip on sneaker she had chosen for the simplicity of removing them. The backs of Daryl’s legs hit the bed and Sam surged forward to push him back on to the mattress before crawling up his body. Straddling him, her heated center pressed against his hardened bulge, she leaned forward and covered his lips with her own, moaning appreciatively when he thrust his tongue inside her mouth as he rolled her over on to her back, settling between her thighs.

Staring up at Daryl, the face she was so familiar with now weathered with age and experience, Sam lifted her hands and brushed back the long locks of hair and pulled him down to press their lips together once more. Tasting one another, their tongues caressed, and teeth scraped and lips bruised beneath the weight of their need. Sam whimpered when his lips left hers, the breathy sounds of her voice quickly turning to that of moans of desire as he nuzzled against the smooth column of her neck, lips skimming across the tender skin, teeth nipping as worked his way past to dip his tongue in the hollow of her throat and lick a teasing line all the way to the center of her chest, where he placed a soft kiss between her breasts.

Her hands were tangled in his hair, grasping tightly as she writhed in his arms. Daryl pushed aside the cup of her lacy bra, baring her breast to his hungry gaze and smiled as she sucked in a breath when his lips grazed the tip of one pert nipple, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of the tight nub before closing his mouth around it and sucking lightly. Lifting his head up, he gazed up at Sam from between the gentle swells of her breasts, her eyes were closed and lips parted in ecstasy that he created. Sliding a hand along her side, he skimmed across the heated flesh, caressed a trail from her hip over her ribs, and eased around her side as he lifted her slightly with his other arm, slipping in behind to unhook her bra and remove it from her body.

Bare to him now from the waist up, moisture pooled at her center when she caught sight of the hunger in Daryl’s gaze; the want, the need, the desire for her evident in his eyes. Sam trembled under the heat of his stare as he slipped down her body, kissing a trail from her breasts to dip a tongue in to her belly button as he worked on the button of her jeans. Aching for him, Sam lifted her hips off the bed to allow him to slide her jeans from her body. The need to have Daryl fill her body was so overwhelming that her body tingled with desire that burned low in her belly and begged for more.

“Condoms. Back pocket.” Sam pointed towards the jeans in Daryl’s hand, calling out the need for the protection she’d remembered to bring with her before he tossed the garment to the floor with their other clothes. She blushed furiously as he dug into the back pocket and produced a strand of foil wrapped condoms, realizing the implications of bringing five of them with her when he cocked an eyebrow at her suggestively. “What? I just grabbed them, I didn’t count.”

Daryl let Sam’s pants fall to the floor as he tossed the condoms on to the bed next to her, his hands were on the button of his pants when she sat up, crawled towards the end of the mattress and reached out for him. In the dim light of the room, her skin was pale and the cascading waves of honey colored locks reminded him of the angel he’d always thought she had been to him; a seraph of light to save him from the darkness of his world.

Her hands trembled, quaked with an uncontrollable mix of anxiousness and passion, as she undid the button of his pants. Sliding them over his hips, letting them pool around his feet on the floor, his hardened length jutted out towards her; thick and glistening with arousal. Reaching out, Sam tenderly wrapped her hand around his shaft, the heat from his desire for her hot against the palm of her hand as she slid her it slowly towards the tip, swirling the pad of her thumb over the sensitive skin, feeling the moisture that was beaded there spread across her skin. Looking up, Sam watched the mixture of emotions play out on his beautiful features, eyes closed and jaw tense, he thrust forward in the tight hold of her hand and moaned deep in his throat as she caressed him as he rocked with each movement of her hand.

His eyes were closed, squeezed tight as though he was in pain, but in reality he was holding back the arousal that swirled inside his body at the feel of Sam’s hand wrapped tightly around his shaft. Years spent holding himself away from others, refusing to seek solace in the comfort of another, separating himself from everyone else in the world had his body on the verge of coming undone from one just the simple feel of her touching him. Lost in the need to control his thundering emotions, Daryl missed the sounds of Sam wriggling off the bed to kneel on the floor at his feet, until the moist heat of her mouth wrapped around him.

Sam moaned deep in her throat as she slid her mouth around his hardened shaft. Her senses filled with the musky, male scent of Daryl pressed against her, the salty taste of him in her mouth. His hands were buried in her hair, tangled in the silken strands as he moved with her as she worked to bring him to completion; to milk him of the passion and craving that lay deep within. Desire pooled at the apex of her thighs, dampening her underwear with excitement as she brought forth his release. Sam barely registered his softly spoken warnings, the gruffness in his voice deepened with his desire for her, as he tried to let her know that his release was near. Removing her hand from the base of his cock, Sam slid them around his hips to cup his ass and urge him on. Moaning around him, Sam tightened her hold on him as he thrust his hips forward once final time, spilling his release into her mouth and shaking with passion as she swallowed every single drop of his desire.

Breathing heavy, Daryl slid from Sam’s mouth, his shaft still hardened with a desire that had yet to be satiated for her. Pulling her up from the floor, Daryl hooked his thumbs around the lace edges of her underwear and yanked them down her body, tossing them to the floor with their other clothes. Sliding his hands down her body, caressing the curves of womanhood she’d not had the last time he’d been inside of her, Daryl cupped his hands under her buttocks and lifted Sam up in to his arms. He settled Sam onto the bed and watched with hungry eyes as she slid towards the middle of the mattress and waited for him to join her. Crawling up towards her, he covered her body with his and laid down between her quivering thighs.

Sam’s breath hitched in her chest, the heat in Daryl’s gaze had her panting with desire as he crawled up her body and settled between her thighs; the tip of his shaft nudged at silken folds, demanding to be let inside. Fire burned low in her belly, moisture pooled from her center, and her legs shook with desire as she watched him tear open a foil packet and sheath himself in the condom. Their gazes stayed locked on one another as he leaned in to capture her lips, bruising them with the force of his passion.

Lifting her hands to his face, she brushed the tip of her finger of his lip when he pulled away from their kiss. Finding her voice, she asked a question that she really didn’t need to hear the answer to in order to have sex with Daryl, but her heart wanted to hear it if she wanted to make love to him. Murmuring in the near darkness, thankful for the protective shadows it offered, she timidly spoke, “Tell me you love me.”

“I never stopped.” The tenderness and truth in his voice shook Sam to the core as he pushed inside her, filling her with what she had been needing for years.

Notes

Conclusion to this steamy chapter will be posted when I get back to work tonight!

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