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When Carol heard the knock on the door, she was annoyed. Why couldn't they just leave her alone? Was it so difficult to respect her wish for solitude?
She opened the door and a gasp escaped her. Her trembling hand had to cover her mouth. Tears sprung in her eyes.
It was him. Daryl. Part of her had expected never to see him again. And yet...here he was...handsome as ever...clean. Without his dirty, well~loved angel~wings vest.
They embraced. Tightly. Carol was overwhelmed with emotions. He smelled amazing. Like good old times. Like home. Like Daryl.
He had lost some weight, she could feel it under her trembling fingers. But the well defined muscles were still there.
He tried to break the embrace, to look at her, but Carol refused to let him go. She had to choke back her sobs.
"You found me", she whispered in his chest.
"I'll always find you. No matter where you try to hide, I will always find you." Daryl said determined.
Carol had to close her eyes. The world started to spin around her, she felt her knees buckle. It was too much. He was so close and she loved him so much and he had no idea.
Suddenly Daryl scooped her up and carried her bridal style into the livingroom of her little house in the middle of nowhere. She clung to him and never wanted to let him go. She buried her face in his chest , letting his scent soothe her.
He tenderly laid her down on the worn out cushions of her sofa. ( It seemed a lifetime ago that she sat here reading that cheesy romance novel, now that she had the love of her life kneeling next to her, his fingers gently brushing her tears away.)
She looked in his eyes, blue on blue, her vison blurred with tears, but she could see him smiling. Not just his usual smirk, but a rare, genuine smile. And it was beautiful.
"We have a lot of talking to do" he said, and she snorted. Who had ever thought that Daryl Dixon, the man who used to communicate with grunts and two~word~sentences back at the quarry, wanted to talk. To have an actual conversation.
"But we'll talk later", he continued. "Right now, there is only one thing I have to know." He looked down in her face, in her beautiful eyes, right to her soul. "Do you love me?"
The look in his eyes took her breath away. So full of love and devotion.
"I love you", Daryl said. "More than everything in this fucked up world. You are my reason to go on, day after day. I love you and it took me long enough to realize it.I don't want to live without you and I need to know if there is a chance, that you love me too."
Carols arms twined around his neck, forcing his face close to hers, so close, their breath mingled. " Oh, you silly wonderful man! Of course I love you. I love you more than life itself and I can hardly remember a time I did not love you."
His heart soared and he closed the distance between their lips and for the very first time, they kissed. A chaste kiss at first, but when her tongue traced his bottom lip, he eagerly opened his mouth and they tasted each other. And both of them knew, that would be their last first kiss ever.
Carol played absently with the stands of his hair in his neck. Never she felt so loved, so safe. As long as she was with Daryl, nothing could harm her.
Daryl started to kiss her jaw line, peppered kisses down to her neck. Carol tilted her head, to give him better access.
He sucked and licked, he placed tiny bites and soothed the sting away with his skilled tongue.
She closed her eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure.
Daryl's hands began to wander, to caress her shoulders, her arms, they ghosted over her breasts. Her breath hitched when his thumbs brushed her hardening nipples.
"Please, I have to feel you. I want you so bad", he whispered huskily, while he started to lift the hem of her tank top, to reveal the creamy white skin of her stomach. Carol's abdominal muscles began to quiver at the first contact of his fingers with her bare skin. She made little whimpering noises and he felt a throbbing in his pants as response to these sounds.
"I love you, I love you, I love you..." she rained kisses all over his face, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, his lips. These wonderful lips, so gentle and soft.
She often had dreamt of this moment, had it imagined in so many ways, but the reality was so much better. There was no rush, no blind passion, There only was tender touches, deep kisses, sweet words of love.
Slowly they undressed each other and they moaned deeply when their bare chests touched for the first time. Daryl kissed his way down the valley of her breasts. She smelled so good and so familiar and she tasted so good, oh so good. He knew, he would never get tired of her.
Her breasts were small but beautiful, begging to be touched, to be kissed. He let his tongue circle one nipple, sucking it in his hot mouth, while his fingers fondled the other one. She arched in his touch.
He loved the small sounds, she made, her whimpers and hisses, her groans. Her hands stroked his back and for the first time in his life, Daryl didn't care about his scars. He knew for sure, Carol wouldn't judge him, she wouldn't even pity him. He knew, he was safe in her arms and nothing would ever change that. She was his safe harbour.
His fingers started to unzip her trousers and he looked at her questioningly. "You sure?" he asked gingerly.
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life. I trust you. I love you." she reassured him and raised her hips, so he could tug down her jeans.
At this point, Daryl was almost painful hard, to see her in innocent white cotton panties, to see her writhing under him, to see the pink flush in her face, that was fucking unbelievable, it made his dick leaking.
She was the woman of his dreams.
He bent down and pressed a kiss to her cotton~covered crotch.
Her smell was intoxicating and he wanted to stay forever. In her house, between her legs.
Carol tugged at his hair " Please...Please... stop teasing..." she panted.
Daryl hooked his fingers under the band of her underwear, dragging it down her beautiful long legs and tossing it away. He could see her juices glistening between her folds, her smell was exhilarating, he couldn't wait to bury himself in her, but he had to taste her first.
Carol was almost embarrassed at how wet she was, but she couldn't help it. Nothing in her life had prepared her for a love like this, a lust like this. Sex with Ed had been unsatisfactory at best, most times it was unpleasant and full of humilation. But this...this was heaven...this was how it was supposed to be.
Daryl parted her slick folds and her hips jerked.
"Beautiful", she heard him mutter and than she felt his tongue and cried out. Her grip on this hair became almost painful, but that was a welcoming distraction for Daryl, since he was about to blow his load. She tasted like honey and he was addicted from the very first lick. Slowly he let his flat tongue glide through her folds, savouring her taste. He dipped the tip of his tongue in her entrance. Her legs started to tremble and he had to use one hand to hold her still. He let the index finger of his other hand penetrate her, while his tongue caressed her clit, running over it , curling around it, he picked up his pace, let his tongue flicker over it, while his finger curled inside her.
Carol screamed as her orgasm washed over her.
A rush of new wetness flooded his mouth and he loved every moment .
He never had a woman, he cared about. Random fucks without any meaning. But this was Carol. The woman, he loved. He was the one to make her feel good. And that made him proud.
While Carol tried to catch her breath, Daryl rushed out of his last garments.
He crawled up her body, leaving a trail of kisses on this way up. Carol looked at him with lust~lidded eyes and welcomed him with a sensual, deep kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue and that was a huge turn on for her. She hadn't expected that.
He settled his body between her legs and let his leaking member slowly entering her.
Shit...Holy shit...He'd died or he dreamt. No way this heavenly feeling could be real. She was wet and hot and tight and Daryl couldn't remember anything so good in his entire life.
They both needed some time to adjust, but soon they started to move, in this ancient dance of love, slow and sensual, savouring every moment. They kissed in the rhythm they fucked and it was pure bliss.
When Carol felt another orgasm approach, she closed her eyes, but Daryl pleaded "Please let them open, I want to see you, when you come!"
She encircled his hips with her legs, her hands clutching his ass in the urge to get him closer. She arched in his touches, bit in his shoulders to stifle her moans but she didn't close her eyes.
They fell over the edge, one after the other, their gazes locked, lost in each other.
It was sweet and tender and loving and the fulfilling of dreams, they didn't even know, they had.