Beth's breathing came in short gasps. Daryl's hands were rough and calloused from years of hard work and bow hunting. The way they moved on her skin made every nerve in her body light up and plead for more. She couldn't wait to feel them on the even more delicate skin of her breasts.

She braced one hand on the bed and moved the other to cover one of his, guiding it up to where she wanted it. Needed it. "It's okay... you can touch me,"