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Salvation	By : madnad Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 8392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Initially the kiss was tentative, his lips barely touching hers. Teasingly, he brushed her mouth with the tip of his tongue before pressing himself against her. Her lips were as soft and pliant as he remembered in his fevered dreams. Without waiting for an invitation, he gently probed her soft lips with his tongue. He was elated when she accepted the offering, and pulled her to him in a tighter embrace.
"Time's up," he said gently, barely above a whisper. When he looked down at her beautiful face, her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed and rosy. He tilted his head back down, and stole another kiss, this one needier, more animalistic than the last. He ran his rough hand through her soft hair, the citrus smell of her shampoo suddenly filling his nostrils.
Almost reluctantly he broke the kiss; he was starting to feel light headed as the blood drained from his brain.
"I thought my time was up," she asked dreamily.
"It was," he replied, his voice low and hoarse.
"Then what was that?"
"That… that was 'sorry'. That was 'I am more sorry than I can ever say'."
Lilith's brown eyes stared at him unblinking. He held his breath under her scrutiny, awaiting the verdict.
Eventually, she blinked, spilling a single tear down her cheek and she drew a ragged breath, her lips quivering. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Everything else was forgotten in that moment, the world around them, the walkers at the fence, the harsh words exchanged. Incredibly, she had forgiven him. Knowing her, it was likely she had forgiven him hours ago. He swore to himself in that moment that he would never hurt her like this again.
He felt her pull back and realised then just how tightly he had been holding her.
"Despite all your flaws, or even because of them, you're the man I love, Daryl." She uttered the words almost like a prayer, softly and with reverence. "If you feel the same way, then tell me now. I need to know." She placed her hand over his heart.
Daryl gently placed his hand over hers. "I do."
Lilith spent the rest of the day keeping busy, but unable to wipe the smile off her face. She would have happily stood in the enclosure kissing Daryl all day but there was always work to be done around the prison.
Lilith had volunteered to help dig some vegetable beds. By the time she hit the shower, her muscles were aching and sore but she was full of nervous energy. Every time she had thought about Daryl during the day, her loins had tightened and slickness flooded her knickers. She had begun to get paranoid that the others she was working with would smell her arousal as it pooled between her legs, so she dashed to the showers as quickly as she could.
After she dressed, she returned to her cell. She brushed her hair while sat on the top bunk where she was able to see the faint light as it came on in Daryl's tower through the high windows.
She jumped down, and quickly made her way outside. There was no coffee in her hands this time. Her needs were for more than coffee.
As she climbed the steps, she saw him stood against the rail, his outline a black silhouette against the orange and red of the rapidly setting sun. She paused for a moment, breathless with admiration of his form. His elbows were locked straight as he leaned on the top rail. The definition of his sculpted arms were outlined by the warm orange light. One knee was slightly bent, dropping his hip, making him look casual and relaxed. Even though she couldn’t see them, she knew his eyes would be narrowed as they scanned the perimeter. She could see his bow next to him, leaning against the rail within easy reach. He was the picture-perfect example of a warrior; strong, vigilant and caring.
With almost silent steps, she walked up behind him and before he turned, she slipped her arms around his waist. She felt more than saw his head move a little to confirm her identity, then she felt him sigh and relax. She stood still, enjoying the close contact, her head rested against on his back in the middle of his shoulders.
The heat of his body could be felt through the rough cotton of his denim shirt. She moved her hands down to snake under the edge of his shirt, and glide up the smooth plane of his stomach and chest. She could already feel herself getting turned on.
She closed her eyes, and with light feathery strokes she fluttered her hands up and down his skin. Neither of them had spoken yet, but she could hear his breathing becoming faster, more shallow. She dragged her nails over his small tight nipples, and was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath. Keeping up the momentum, she moved her hands down the centre ridge of his chest, and over his abs.
She hesitated briefly when she got to the waistband of his pants. She moved one hand down, and gently rubbed his dick through the material. He was as hard as a rock, as she had hoped. He still didn’t speak, but he didn’t object either. With swift deft fingers, she unfastened the button fly, and gently pulled out his hardened rod.
She moved her left hand back up under his shirt to his nipples, but her right hand formed a firm grip at the base of the shaft. She gently moved her hand along its length, pleased at the substantial girth. She marvelled at the silk-covered steel as she felt the skin move underneath her hand. Once at the tip she released her grip, and rubbed her forefinger and middle finger over the slick head.
Daryl groaned in pleasure, to the point where it was almost a growl. A new wave of moisture flooded Lilith's loins and she pressed herself closer to him, tilting her hips slightly as she ground her mons against him.
Her fingers again encircled his erection, and slowly and evenly she brought her hand almost to the base. Gradually, her tempo increased. Every time she brought her hand to the base, she pushed forward slightly with her hips. Her engorged labia rubbed deliciously against the seam of her jeans. The stimulus of her movement combined with the sensation of his fat cock sliding in and out of her hand was causing her to pant loudly. She could visualise her hand gliding along his prick.
Almost imperceptibly, she felt Daryl begin to thrust his hips, so she increased the speed of her hand. The muscles in her arm were starting to burn but she knew things were close to a climax.
A further thickening of his dick was the only notice she got before a pulse of cum shot high from the end of his dick. Another muted grunt from Daryl split the silence of the air, and Lilith contracted tightly against his back, waves of her own orgasm flowing through her limbs as she groaned.
As the spurts lessened, Lilith held her hand motionless over the end of his prick. Finally, her body started to relax and she opened her eyes. She saw Daryl's grip had loosened from the rail and he straightened up as he turned, forcing Lilith to relinquish her toy.
She glanced down at his crotch, expecting to see his cock wilting before her eyes, but it still looked rigid and eager. With a dry mouth she looked up into Daryl's eyes, almost hesitantly. There was no anger or fear there this time. Instead, there was an almost feral lust and need.
She glanced at her right hand, a trail of his cum splashed across the back. She lifted her hand, and pinning him with her gaze, she swiped her tongue over her skin removing the deposit in one smooth lick. That was enough to spur Daryl into action.
He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the floor so suddenly she yelped. He carried her into the small office and practically threw her onto the thin mattress, then slammed the door shut behind them.
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