Chapter Eleven

 

JESSIE

 

“Well, hello busy-lady! It’s been over a week since I could get you away from Daryl,” Lindsay sings his name into the receiver as she always does.

It’s been a few weeks since our first date and we’re been quite inseparable, spending our evenings at shows, movies, and the occasional sporting event. On the weekends, Daryl shows me around town and introduces me to his friends. It’s been a great way for me to get to know the community, and everyone at work is happy I’ve taken to Danville so nicely. Apparently, they all think Daryl is the perfect tour guide, so it works out just fine.

“So where are the lovebirds going today?” She teases, and I sigh in exasperation, trying my best to feign annoyance, but truthfully, I don’t mind.

“I don’t know,” I begin, paying more attention to styling my hair than listening to my best friend. “Daryl said it’s a day of firsts. Something in Danville,” I share what he’s told me about our plan for the day.

“A day of firsts, huh?” She asks skeptically and I know what she’s insinuating.

“Don’t be fresh,” I tease and she giggles guiltily.

“When are you finally gonna see how that country boy moves?” She jokes.

“Not everyone is a sex fiend like you, Lindsay,” I shoot back.

“Those Kentucky boys are just true gentleman, huh? There’s no way you’re going on weeks of dates in LA without putting out,” she huffs.

“I don’t know about all of them, but Daryl is just real laid back,” I reason, more with myself than her.

Truth be told, I’ve been asking myself the same questions. I don’t want to be the pushy girl from the big city, because I’ve never been promiscuous at all, but every time Daryl drops me off I’m praying he’ll stay longer. We’ve hung out at my house before, and it’s always very comfortable and intimate, but never anything more.

At this point, I enjoy his friendship and company so much I don’t want to risk by taking us to the next level before we’re ready, despite how strongly I feel that I’m ready. Daryl doesn’t seem to be in a rush, and I like that about him. Everything is on my time, because he’s so laid back and soft-spoken.

“I’m gonna have to meet this Daryl when I come to visit,” she reminds me for the millionth time about her trip to Kentucky that we both know is never happening. Lindsay wouldn’t know how to function outside of Los Angeles, and I don’t want her judging the small town I’ve come to love.

“Yeah, yeah. How’s everything in the city?” I change the subject.

“You know, same old,” she begins, but I can sense there’s more before she even continues. “I ran into Michael,” she says softly, and I’m shocked at my lack of a reaction.

“Oh yeah?” I say casually while throwing my essentials into a cute pink wristlet to match my pink and red sundress.

“Yeah. He seemed, I don’t know, Jessie… Bad,” she finally says in a somber tone and I regrettably feel a sting of guilt.

“Did he tell you he wasn’t doing well?” I inquire, hoping my best friend just read him wrong.

“I mean, he’s rich,” she adds before explaining, “So I know he’s ‘doing well’, but he just seemed unhappy and maybe a bit lost.”

“Oh. He probably is just having a difficult time at work or something,” I hypothesize, moving swiftly between rooms as I continuously peek out of the windows, my ears listening for the familiar roar of Daryl’s motorcycle.

“Or he’s finally realized that he let the best thing that’s ever happened to him get away,” she says with an extra ting of pride.

Lindsay has always sought some sort of redemption for the way Michael ended our relationship, and initially I wanted it too. There was a part of me that felt less than because he didn’t want me, and I thought that him realizing he made a mistake would give me a boost of confidence. Now, I didn’t need that. In fact, I didn’t care what Michael had going on. No part of me wanted to see him do bad, or have this immense regret about how we ended.

It really was the best thing for the both of us, and being happy was the only way I could finally see that clearly. Lindsay couldn’t help her protective nature as my best friend, but I didn’t find the hidden joy she seemed to harbor at the possibility that Michael wasn’t doing well.

“He’ll get it together,” I add just before noticing Daryl’s bike racing up my street.

After a quick goodbye and promise to call her after my date, I rush outside to wrap my arms around Daryl’s chest and set off on another fun date day.

We start at an older building, which Daryl tells me is the Boyle County courthouse, the first courthouse in Kentucky. Danville is nicknamed “the city of firsts”, and we spend all afternoon going from one monument to the next as Daryl gives me the sweetest history lesson in between compliments on my dress and the way my hair is flowing in the light breeze.

My focus is always in question, as I lose myself in his deep gray eyes, or mentally tracing his sculpted jawline. His hands are always on me in some way, and I’m always hyper-aware of his touch.

We end up at Centre College, which is the oldest college administration in the region, and together we walk hand in hand through the beautifully maintained campus. Finding a nice patch of shade under a large oak tree, we decide to take a break after a long day of walking.

“Is the history lesson over?” I look over at him, trying my best to look disappointed.

“That’s all I’ve got,” he says with a half-smile, his hands raised in surrender.

“Well, I really enjoyed myself, as usual. Thank you,” I wrap my arms around his shoulders and his lips graze my cheek, my body freezing with our faces less than an inch apart.

His eyes drop down to my lips and I just know he’s going to kiss me. I can sense his desire for me, lust ever-present in his beautiful eyes. My own sight is set on his full lips, as his tongue runs across them, leaving a glistening pink color in its wake. The moment grows long, and just before it can reach the cusp of awkward, Daryl moves.

“I should get you home,” he stands abruptly, and I sit in disappointment, watching as he walks in small circles before extending his hand to help me.

“Where are you going?” I wonder aloud.

“What do you mean? To take you home,” he answers with eyebrows scrunched together.

“Yeah, but where are you off to?” I prod further.

“What are you really asking?” He pauses, staring into my eyes.

“I don’t know. Do you have a girlfriend or something?” The words fall out of my mouth and I instantly regret them. Daryl looks at me with his head tilted and if I’m not mistaken, there’s a shadow of a smirk that flashes across his handsome face. He can tell I’ve asked a question to hide what I really want to know – why is he always running away from me? Why won’t he just kiss me?

“Come on,” he motions towards the parking lot, completely ignoring my question.

The ride home is less entertaining than our previous journeys together. I’m a bit annoyed, and find myself barely holding onto him as he slowly makes his way to my townhouse. Instead of waiting for him as I usually do, I hop off the bike on my own, unstrap the helmet, and tuck it back into its holding place before turning towards my front door.

His rough fingers clasp around my wrist before I can take one step, his strength bringing me swiftly into his chest. With one hand on each side of my face, he pulls me close, his lips crashing into mine before I can overthink it. I gasp in shock and he takes that opportunity to slide his velvet like tongue into my mouth, slowly exploring.

Tilting my head, he moves me to best accommodate him, and I willingly go. His kiss is everything I’d hoped it would be, and I’m lost in the moment, lost in him. When he finally pulls away I miss him immediately, my body revving up, hungry for more of him. Lifting to the balls of my feet, I pull him in, and he smirks before kissing me again, this time even more aggressively.

His hand is in my hair, massaging my scalp as his tongue dances with mine, our bodies growing closer as if we’re magnetic. The electricity is coursing through me, and I want to drag him inside and beg him to take me.

“Okay,” he smiles before interlocking our fingers and walking me to the front door.

My body is still excited, feeling a tease of the man I’ve dreamt about for weeks now. When he tries to make his exit after a swift kiss on the cheek, I tug at our still interlocked fingers, turning him around just as he did to me. Thinking I’ll have to tell him exactly what I want, because of his overly gentleman ways, I prepare myself for the awkward conversation. But to my surprise, he stalks to me, his eyes hooded and lust, his hands gripping me tightly.

“Fuck it!” He growls before charging me, lifting me in the air as our lips crash together in a desperate passion, each of us gripping the other’s hair tightly.

Stumbling with my keys, Daryl opens my door, kicking it shut behind him before heading up the stairs to my bedroom. His mouth is on my neck, kissing and sucking my sensitive skin as I moan in gratitude.

Gently placing me on my bed, he stands over my panting body, looking down at me with hunger in his eyes. Throwing his jacket to the floor, he pulls his shirt over his head and I hear myself gasp at the sight of his washboard abs, and firm pectorals. Gosh, he’s even sexier without the uniform, but I can’t help but notice the scare on his chest, dark circles, almost in a pattern.

“What’s this?” I reach up to touch his chest, but he just places his hand over mine and shakes his head.

“Take this off,” he pulls at the spaghetti strap of my dress.

Quickly, I pull my dress over my head, throwing it to the floor so that I’m left in nothing but a red lace pair of boy shorts. My hands drop to my breast just as Daryl crawls over me, first kissing my slowly, and then trailing kisses from my jawline to my neck before dropping to my breasts to tease each of my razor-sharp nipples.

My body is craving him, it’s been so long since I felt a man, and even longer since I wanted anyone as much as I want this. My panties are drenched by the time he licks circles around my navel before kissing slowly over the lace, his fingers gently pulling them down my legs.

Dropping to his knees, he spreads my legs with his blistered hands and begins kissing my sex like he did my mouth, his lips and tongue bringing me to life. Arching my back, I shamelessly push my pussy into him, begging for more as he works me over with that masterful tongue.

“Yes!” I moan as he splits my pussy lips with his tongue, exposing my engorged clitoris before gently sucking my most sensitive spot until an orgasm pours out of me, rattling me to my core.

Rising to his feet, he unbuckles his pants with his eyes trained on me, gripping his hard cock through his boxers while kicking his jeans away. His abs flex as he pulls his boxers down, standing before me naked, his manhood standing eagerly at attention. His member is long and thick, his head glistening, and I inch to the edge of the bed, dying to taste him.

Taking the flat of my tongue down the large vein of his shaft, I feel him harden beneath my tongue. Daryl bites back a groan as I take him as far as I can, working the base of his length with my hand as I bop back and forth, gently sucking the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he sighs as I suck him off. Sounds of his pleasure only turns me on more.

Moving his feet further, I notice him shifting his weight from one foot to the next and know he’s struggling to maintain control as I drive him to climax. His hips rock desperately, shoving his growing erection further and further down my throat.

Just when I see his balls draw up, his orgasm impending, he pulls my hair as his hips shift backwards, and his throbbing manhood falls from my mouth. Glancing up, I notice an intense glare in his eyes, which are darker than usual, his eyelids heavy with desire.

Without a word, he climbs over me and my legs instantly, eagerly, spread for him, dropping to my side as he positions himself above me, balancing his weight on his elbows. My chest is heaving with anticipation as he lines his length up to my opening.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks in a tone different from his usual soft-spoken voice. He’s in control and he knows it, my body is craving him.

“Yes,” I breathe my answer as the air catches in my throat.

Leaning down, Daryl kisses me so gently, our tongues barely graze each other as he lowers his body, seeping into me so gracefully. I gasp and moan into his mouth and he swallows my pleasure while digging into me at the perfect angle.

Wrapping my legs around his midsection, I rock with him, our bodies moving as one while I grip on to him with every limb. The build up was undoubtedly worth the wait, and I feel the vibrations building in my belly before he’s even caught his stride.

With my hands wrapped around his back, I can feel the muscles flex as his upper body moves in a wave like motion, dipping as he enters me before reversing as he slides out of my creaming sex.

“Oh God,” I moan, the sensations rushing through me as my heart races with excitement.

“You feel amazing, baby,” he groans in my ear, his face buried in my neck while his hips thrust forward, surging his hard length into me so deliciously.

“Yes! Daryl! Oh, baby, right there!” I gasp as he hits my g-spot over and over, my body climbing rapidly as my pleasure begins to overflow.

“Oh, fuck! Jessie! Baby,” He growls so lowly I doubt I would have heard him if his mouth wasn’t so close to my ear.

Hearing his own pleasure is what drives me over the edge, my climax hitting me like a ton of bricks as I cry his name, an Earth shattering orgasm ripping through me. My muscles tense as I clench his cock, my pussy desperate for the pressure.

“I got you, baby. Give it all to me,” he groans in my ear, his hips still rocking forward, his pace even faster and rougher than before.

“Daryl! Yes!” I cry, his sudden intensity only extends my release, but I know he’s now after his own climax.

His hips are bucking as he slams into me, desperate for his explosion. My legs spread further to make room for his reckless thrusts, his movements are so animalistic as his body chases a release with an extreme vigor.

“Ungh,” he moans, it’s almost a whine, so weak and vulnerable as his hips slow before he stills inside of me.

“Oh, Jessie, baby… Jessie…” He groans as his cock twitches and spasms inside of me. My legs fall to my side as his thick, warm semen begins to slide out of me.

Raising above me, Daryl looks a bit dazed as his eyes come back into focus, the gray clearing after the lust cloud passes. Slowly, he leans and kisses me softly, our lips barely touching before he raises and then kisses me again, and again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, and I feel myself blush like a teenager.

Daryl has always given me typical compliments – he likes my dress, or my hair looks nice in the wind, but nothing compares to the sincerity in his voice right now, especially considering that I’m lying before him naked, and he’s still inside of me.

Everything about him is so intimate, almost sacred, so I’m not at all shocked that our first sexual experience is so special. I feel like we’ve just taken so a huge step forward, and a part of me is relieved, fearing that this would be where we found our lack of chemistry, but if this is any indication, we fit perfectly together in the bedroom.

“Do you want to stay the night?” I ask nervously, hoping to extend our moment together.

“Can I?” His eyebrows raise as his lips curl upwards in an innocent smirk.

 

“Of course,” I answer, leaning up to kiss him.

Moving to lie beside me, he spoons me from behind, draping his arm over my side as we snuggle our damp bodies. I’m grateful for the position, because without him seeing my face, I’m able to beam with joy as I daydream what this could mean for us. Daryl is everything I want in a man – he’s kind, considerate, handsome, tall, handy, and hung.

More importantly, I feel like we went about this in the best way possible. We started as friends and have built such a strong foundation to begin a relationship before complicating things with sex. Although I wanted to, I’m very happy that we didn’t rush into the sexual part of our relationship.

As my eyelids grown heavy, I a soft smile covers my face as I drift into sleep feeling like I’ve finally gotten what I deserve, and for the first time I’m one hundred percent sure that this fresh start was everything I needed.