After the Governor attack, the group had to leave the prison, so they were in the road again, but now not only the original group but also the Woodbury survivors. Find a roof for almost 30 people wasn't easy. But today they found a mansion with ten bedrooms so they could get a little privacy.
For first time in two years Carol and Daryl were sleeping together, although Daryl wasn't sleeping too much. We were alone in a small room with a single bed. After a little discussion both were agreed in share the bed.
Carol fell slept too quickly and now Daryl had his own problems. The spring season is almost over and the night run hot, and there he was in the same bed with this beautiful woman in a real small pyjamas. He couldn't relax and look away; he didn't want to look away. Suddenly she moved so she was lying on her side faced him and he groaned as he saw her breast almost fell off her py shirt and he could see one pink nipple. All he wanted in this moment it's put his mouth around her hard peaks and suck, hard.
He knew in that moment that his hard on wasn't disappeared in his sleep, he had to do something. But he can't jerk off in the bed with her beside him, he couldn't get up either, he knew she would wake up and he didn't want to explain her that he had to go to masturbate because of her. So there he was as hard as a rock and without possibility to move.
Finally he rolled to his side faced her, fuck she was beautiful. He couldn't help it and he brushed her lips with his fingertips, they were so red and inviting, he didn't kwon how many times he thought about kiss her, even a few times she seemed want it too. But no way in hell someone like her wanted someone like him. She was so fucking perfect and he was nothing. So he couldn't face it, the reject. He have been too many years on his own, he needed no one. Except for the fact that he needed her, he always fought that thought, but it was there.
He took away his hand from her lips and placed it in her thigh, her skin was hot and soft, he run his hand up and down her thigh, and now his erection was almost painful against his jeans. He didn't think he acted while he began unbuttoning his jeans with his other hand. When he wrapped his hand around his hard shaft he stopped and looked up her. She continued deeply slept so he started to move his hand up and down his cook. He was painting now while his grip tightened with each stroke. His hips now were bucking into his hand, and then he brushed her tight with the tip of his cock. Fuck, shit, fuck. His cock twisted with pleasure. The only thing he could think in that moment is about run his cock against all her thigh, up and down like his hand was doing moments before. She was slept, she would never know about it. So he wrapped him again and he started rub every inch of her thigh.
He felt his balls tighten and he knew it won't take much, he's gonna come, he's gonna cum right now in front of her sleeping form. He bit the pillow under him and he came like a fucking train and took himself in hand. After a couple minutes his breathing returned to normal, he took a dirty shirt and cleaned his hand. Now he could sleep and taking one last look to Carol he fell slept.
The next morning Carol woke up slowly. A warmth body was pressing her to the mattress. His right arm was wrapped around her waist and his right leg around hers. They were too close enough for notice his manhood digging against her stomach. God he was huge. The man who invaded all her wet dreams had felt slept all over her. What could she do now, if he woke up now he would be embarrassed and possibly avoid her for a week. She had to get up but she could avoid his grip without awoke him. So she stayed watching him, feeling his warm palm against her lower back. She wished feel his hand in her skin, would he woke up if she moved his hand under de shirt. She decided to try, lifting her shirt a little until his rough hand was pressing against her skin. All of this was too much for her to take, his handsome face, his strong arms, his soft touch without forgetting his morning erection, she was on fire.
She felt his hand moving down, resting in her ass, under her pants over her panties. Carol looked up him, he seemed far slept. Oh my god his hands felt so good on her. She needed a shower, five minutes alone and taking care of herself. She wanted him so bad, but she wasn't a fool, she wasn't pretty like Karen or Maggie, she wasn't young or strong enough for someone like him. He was like a god in the middle of the apocalypses, and she was a burden who only function was cook and wash for everyone. So the only place safe was her dreams, he could be hers in her dreams. She continued her daydreams while he woke up.
The first thing Daryl noticed when he woke up was the warm body he wrapped. He wasn't a cuddler but damn she felt so good under him. Her ass was fucking perfect like her, her skin so soft. He knew she was awake because she felt her tense under his arm. He couldn't believe it, he had his hand in her ass, and she was awake, she had to notice that for sure. She had to notice his erection against her belly too.
She was in all his dreams, each one started different, he saved her from a walker, or she brought him food while he was on watch, or he watched her while she took a shower. But all of them ended with both of them naked fucking against a tree or a wall or in the floor. He fucked her fifty ways in his imagination.
He opened his eyes and met hers, both of them frozen and embarrassed for their position. Carol thought was now or never, if he didn't jump immediately maybe he wanted her too. So she did the first move and placed her hand in his crotch. He grunted his eyes full of desire. He could take no more, he had to take her. He pushed her on her back and put her sleep pants down. He put his hand in her inner thigh running all the way up until he was cupping her. Her hands went to his shoulders and he buried his head in her neck. She was already soaked when he started rubbing her core with his palm. She never felt anything like this before, she's never been so turn on in her life and he was only touching through her panties.
He continued with his assault while he kissed and nipped her throat until her ear. "Do you like this?" he whispered in her ear nipping her earlobe.
"Please, Daryl" he obliged slipped his hand under her panties; she couldn't help but moan against his shoulder. He moved his fingers against her clit and moved in circles.
"Faster, harder, please". And he did it, slipped his middle finger inside her. "Fuck" He ground, she was thigh how would she feel against his cock. He thrust his finger in and out, added another eventually while his thumb continued circling her clit, she started buck into his hand. Suddenly his other hand moved under her shirt until cupped one of her breasts in his hand, moving her shirt up, his tongue finding her nipple and he suck. She arched her back, minding into him, she was on the edge, her moans louder and louder until she came screaming his name. He roared biting her neck when he felt her walls tightened. "God, so good, thank you, so good "she whispered in his ear. He took his finger from her and put them in his mouth, testing her. She ground when she saw him almost passing out for pleasure.
He collapsed next to her and she wrapped her arm around his chest, burying her face in his neck both fell slept again.