Daryl groans the minute their lips connect and tugs her down into his lap, turning the chair out so she can straddle him. He's all heat. His mouth and his hands on the strip of skin between her top and her jeans, the skin of his throat on her arms wrapped around his neck. The most burning heat is between her legs, where he's already hard, already pressing against the seam of her jeans, the fabric tight against her clit. Beth moans and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, his fingers in her hair, unravelling it from the knot she had so it spills everywhere.

Wet ringlets all over his hands and her shoulders, his fingers pressing against her skull and pulling her in deeper, tasting her. She grinds against him and he grinds back, like horny teenagers in the dark alley of a club and when they pull away he's as glassy-eyed and dazed looking as she feels. Beth licks her lips and presses her hand to his bulge, rubbing him. Daryl's head tips back and his hips push up, one hand still in her hair and the other on her waist. The sight of him makes her so wet she's almost worried there'll be a stain on her jeans.

She can't find too much emotion for it though because seeing him stretched out over the chair means she has to undo his belt and then his button, watching his heaving chest. He's looking at her as she does it, head strained back and eyes half-lidded, tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip and then bite on it, eyes squeezed shut when she pulls his cock free. She gasps as she looks down. He's so thick, Jesus. She can't resist. She wraps her fingers around his length and gathers the pre cum, gliding her hand over his warm flesh.

Daryl's head rolls over the back of the chair and his hand tightens, both in her hair and on her waist, his skin scorching her where it meets her own. She's panting with him, grinding her hips even though she doesn't have friction to grind against. Daryl opens his eyes again and pins her with this look. This look full of fire and promise and sin; blasts her with heat straight down her spine and she's dizzy, irrational when she takes his mouth and continues to stroke his cock, grinds against the length of him, still in her own jeans.

Daryl bites down on her lip and tugs it out, before he sucks it, chews on it until she physically feels it swell in his mouth. It's too much, she feels like she's going to explode and he hasn't even touched her.

She needs him to touch her.

"C'mon," she gasps, releasing his cock and standing on wobbly feet.

Daryl blinks up at her owlishly and then takes her offered hand and follows her to her bedroom.

"Nice ass, Greene."

She glances at him over her shoulder with a laugh, trying for an extra sway to her hips that isn't too obvious. He seems to like it though because he lands a fairly decent slap to her left ass cheek. Beth squeals and breaks away from his hand, running down the hall until she reaches her bedroom. Daryl's right behind her, the clump of his boots on her carpet in her ears when she turns to face him and slides onto her bed, spreading her legs.

He groans and follows after her and Jesus fucking Christ, there will never be a sight as beautiful as officer Daryl Dixon climbing onto her bed on all fours, his eyes keen and his hair hanging in his face. Most of all he looks hungry. Like an animal and Beth can't possibly be wetter, so it's time for her jeans to come off. She reaches her button at the same time he reaches her and he watches, resting on his knuckles either side of her hips as she wiggles her jeans down. Beth kicks them the rest of the way and then his gaze is on her thong, sheer enough for him to see the outline of her pussy.

"Jesus, can see how wet you are. That all for me?" He looks up at her under his lashes and she's pretty damn sure her heart explodes.

"Yeah," she breathes.

He hums under his breath and slides down onto his chest, resting his head in his hand like he's got all the time in the world. His thick fingers pull the fabric of her thong to the side and Beth whimpers, the air against her sticky, slick cunt so close to the touch she's craving. Daryl looks up at her with a tiny smile and very slowly, runs his fingers through her slit.

"Fuck."

She wants to throw her head back and spread her legs, but she also wants to watch so she keeps her head straight but spreads her legs for him. Daryl's eyes are on what he's doing and so are hers. Both their gazes reverted by his thick fingers sliding through the plump, pink lips of her pussy, rubbing over her clit and smearing her juices. She whimpers as he presses a little harder on her clit, the tension nearly unbearable. He hasn't even fucked her and this is possibly the best she's ever felt under a man's touch. She's thinking about how deliriously good it is and how wet she is when Daryl slides a thick finger into her.

This time, she does throw her head back, her neck straining as his finger slides into her cunt, curls against that spot only one man has ever found before and God, it's good, but it's even better when his thumb rubs her clit at the same time. The sound Beth makes is ghastly and so she grabs for him, taking his mouth in an urgent kiss. Daryl stretches up for her, his hand still working between her legs, moving in sync until she's whimpering against his lips and an approaching orgasm is coiling against her spine like a restless snake, dying to shed its skin. Her fingers dig into Daryl's shoulders, her upper body straining with the pleasure whipping her spine.

"I'm gonna cum," she whines against his mouth.

He nips her bottom lip and then ducks his head to kiss along her throat. "Cum then, girl. C'mon, don't gotta hold out. Gonna make you cum so much you forget your name."

Beth gasps breathlessly, her hips twitching but it's when she opens her eyes and connects with her own gaze in the mirror, hanging on the wall just left of her bed, that she feels like she's been drenched in fire. Daryl's face tucked into her throat, her hair like spilt gold, her champagne silk top ruffled up her hips and one strap hanging off of her bare shoulder. His forearm, tensing and relaxing as his hand works between her thighs, paired with the heat of him at her side and the wet squelch of her pussy gripping his second finger when he pushes it in and pulls it back out.

It's all too much and she physically watches her body lock up, her legs shake as she cums, shuddering hard and cumming even harder, her eyes unable to look away. Watching herself cum is something she's never done and it's erotic in a way she can't understand. Daryl nips her on the collarbone and removes his hand, lifting his two fingers to his mouth and sucking.

Beth bites her lip, their eyes hot as they stare at each other and then she sits up on her knees and undoes his shirt buttons. He works on his jeans and when he's left in his boxers, Beth turns on her hands and knees at the bottom of the bed, legs spread and thong still pushed to the side. In the mirror, Daryl looks at her and he holds her gaze when he slides his boxers down, letting his cock bounce free.

She's panting with excitement, despite just cumming and mostly it's because she wants to watch. She wants to see and she's given that when he comes up behind her, on his knees and tucks his cock into the crack of her ass. Beth moans and grinds against him.

"C'mon, don't tease a woman."

Daryl laughs, recognising the words. "You got a rubber?"

"I'm on the pill," she answers. "But I got 'em if you wanna use 'em. I won't take offence."

His grin is devilish and her answer is the head of his cock sliding into her dripping cunt. "Nah, I'm good."

"Yeah," Beth groans, sliding down onto her elbows. "Fuck me, God, please."

"Jesus, girl."

Her ass is in the air like a wanton hussy and her pussy desperate around Daryl's cock but she doesn't care, God, she doesn't because it's damn perfect. He stretches over her back, resting on his knuckles either side of her and in the mirror with her head pillowed on her forearm, Beth watches his hips glide, glimpses of his shining cock as it disappears inside her pussy and comes back out. It's surreal like she's watching porn but feeling it at the same time, those same desperate pulls in her clit she feels when she's reading her favourite stories online.

It's delicious and intoxicating, consuming. Even more so when Daryl's arms cage into her, scoop under her chest and his body curls over the top of her. In the mirror, he's pressed along her spine, his ass bare and clenching as he slides into her, measured and not all that fast but deep, so deep. His cheek rests against the top of her head, his dark strands mixing with her light ones and when a drop of sweat curls down her forehead and cheek, she's not sure if it's his or hers.

Their bodies are slick together, gliding like a waterfall and it's like the world is narrowed down to the pleasure between her thighs, the deep, delicious ache of her cunt as it becomes a bundle of nerves, Daryl's thickness stretching her hips. She should raise on her knees again since she slipped down onto her front a while ago, but she hasn't got the strength. She's like a bag of liquid that he's shaping, playing with and the image of them together is something she will never in her life be able to describe, the weight of the moment and the intensity of Daryl buried inside her.

It's too overwhelming and she wants to watch herself cum again, so she does but it's not her own expression that she enjoys this time around. It's Daryl's. The agonised pleasure that tightens his mouth and squeezes his eyes shut, the tremble along his back. Beth buries her face in the mess of their arms and moans deeply, shuddering and cumming all over Daryl's dick. Her nails bite into the bedspread beneath her and then he's squeezing her tight, driving into her hard and deep.

His thrusts are ruthless and hit her so deep it's like beautiful agony in her hips, catching the tail end of her orgasm and spiralling it out, unravelling it like cobwebs and then rolling her back up in it, devouring her. She thinks she screams, but it's white noise that she hears, vibrating her whole body and electrifying her spine and exploding in her cunt.

"Shit, yeah, girl. So tight, unh, so fuckin' tight, you're squeezin' me girl, you're fuckin' killin' me."

Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ.

When will it end? She's either having one orgasm after the other or she's just rolling in the same, continued one. Whatever it is, it's glorious and she can't even remember her own damn name. Only his, which spills out of her mouth in a jumble.

"Daryldaryldaryldaryl. God, Daryl!"

"Fuck, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah."

His fingers in her skin tighten so hard and it pinches but she's too lost in sensation, blending the pain with the pleasure and heat, the thick ropes of cum Daryl spills into her rippling cunt.

There's a few more, slow pumps between her legs and then his softening cock slips out and Beth moans something unintelligible when his cum and her juices dribble out after him, pouring down to her clit and forming a small puddle under her hips.

Daryl's still completely curled around her and it's so good, her eyes heavy. She's completely satisfied, full of food and done over with good sex. Plus, the erotic image of Daryl curled around her in the mirror, his bare ass which she plans to get her nails into.

Beth's nearly asleep when she says, "bet you're glad you never gave me that ticket, huh, officer?"

Daryl laughs into her hair. "That's sir to you, Ms Greene."

She smiles as her eyes close. "I'll remember."