Here we go.
Part 2 and the final chapter. Thank you for reading.
Caryl On!
It tickled slightly, the touch on her stomach as Carol slowly resurfaced into hazy consciousness. As she shifted against Daryl's firm chest she felt the muscles bunch and flex, heard a low growling and felt him slowly move over her, lowering her onto the blanket. Heavy on top of her, he began grinding into her hips, grasping her small wrist and pulling it above her head. Surprised, Carol exhaled shakily, feeling the heat burn up in her stomach once more. She felt so small under him as he pressed against her, animalistic and rough beneath the green canopy, musky and heavy.
Carol pushed up softly to meet his hard body, mewling quietly, little more than a breath. She could smell him, so close now, strong and dizzying, feeding her desire. Carol's just-awake brain was still muddled and fuzzy, but each sensation cut through the sleepy fog, sharp and precise.
Sliding his free hand between them, Daryl trailed fingertips from the inside of her thigh, stomach and chest and up over her throat, turning her head to nibble on her delicate ear. As he trailed his fingertips back down Daryl caught the single button of her shirt, easily popping it open. The thin fabric spread as his chest grazed hers, exposing her breasts, round and soft on his skin. He could smell her, a mixture of sweetness and sweat mixed with the scent of the forest. Inhaling deeply, he pressed harder against her, feeling her, small and vulnerable beneath him.
Carol's eyes fluttered open as the desire to have Daryl caused her to ache against him, feeling his heat brushing her chest, the skin tender and sensitive. With her free hand she stroked his shoulders, rubbing his neck and head as his grip tightened around her captured wrist. Daryl exhaled hot into the hollow of her neck and lowered his head to her chest, biting her firm breasts, lightly sucking the hard nipples that had pressed into his chest, tantalisingly.
Daryl moved his strong arm beneath her as she arched her slender body, his hand pinching her ass through the thin cloth of the shorts, teasing her with fingers that traced patterns at the edge of her waist, pulling at the fabric and scratching her hips in the moments that they were bare. With another deep rumble he released her wrist, trailing kisses and fingertips down her chest and stomach, plucking at the button and zipper of Carol's shorts and working them aside, his rough fingers nipping at her taut flesh, placing gentle kisses on her skin as he spread her trembling knees, caressing and stroking the tender flesh of her hips, sides and thighs. Carol's back curved up gracefully off of the blanket as his mouth neared her sizzling center, Daryl could smell her desire but he pulled away, teasing her.
With a pitiful whimper, Carol wiggled in his grasp and he chuckled, loving the way she writhed, wanting him. She reached with shaking hands and cupped her breasts, pulling at the hard nipples, moaning and whining through clenched teeth. Daryl slid his hand back up her body, touching her lips with one finger. They parted, the breath hot and urgent, and she licked his fingertip as it hung between her lips. Sliding his large finger into her mouth Daryl leaned down and licked her intimately, sending a shiver coursing through her body, and she sucked on the thick, rough finger, arching and whining.
Daryl chuckled again, letting her squirm, squeezing her butt and letting her ache before he finally lowered his head, pushing her legs farther apart with his shoulders, sucking at the hard little clit between her thighs. Carol shuddered, moaning around his finger, which he twisted and pushed deeper in to her mouth, pulling her arousal tight against his face, his tongue darted over every soft and intimate place, tasting her.
As Carol scratched and groped at her breasts, his arm between them, heavy and strong, Daryl's other hand slid downward beneath her, his thumb finding and teasing her juicy opening from behind, tracing smaller circles around the wet hole as his tongue flicked her clit. Just barely pushing past her swollen lips he wiggled his thick thumb, making her moan and released his finger from her mouth. Daryl pulled it away, trailing saliva over her chest and stomach before he brought it down to rub her nub, moving his hot tongue lower to tease her slit where his thumb wiggled, just inside.
"Mmmm... Daryl..." she moaned, wriggling against him, wanting his fingers inside her. She was breathing hard, her eyes having fluttered closed, her head back as she arched to meet every touch.
"... p-please..." she begged, an embarrassed whisper. Carol heard him growl, a low predatorial sound, and was filled hard and fast with his thumb and the finger that had been in her mouth. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing with the impact as she groaned, Daryl's fingers rubbing her g-spot and pulling her apart, his mouth still hot and wet, grazing her throbbing clit with his teeth.
Reaching down, Carol stroked his head and neck with trembling hands, wanting to touch him all over. He was hard, and throbbing in his jeans, she could feel it against her leg and wanted it in her mouth. As she writhed, lips parted to sigh and moan, Daryl pressed into her, weighing her in place with his body on her legs. He slipped his wet thumb out of her glistening entrance and trailed it up and down the slit, stroking the sensitive area, she arched again in pleasure, sliding another finger inside her, pumping in to Carol hard and fast. Carol's moans caught in her throat, came out choked and wild while Daryl sucked and fingered her, holding her legs apart so she couldn't pull away.
"Oooh god.. D-Daryl... mmmmm... please... " she begged as she struggled toward the unbearable bliss of climax. "Yes... yesssss..." she hissed, and pulling on her nipples, his tongue flicking and sucking her clit, fingering her deeper, his hand slamming against her pussy with each thrust, Carol came, moaning loudly, trying to breathe through the waves of ecstasy that crashed over her. She dripped around Daryl's fingers, slowly lowering her ragged body back to the blanket, shaking, quivering, unable to catch her breath.
Daryl pulled the soaked digits from her pussy, licking them clean, deliberately slow, then worked up her body with soft, sweet kisses, finally meeting Carol's lips and kissing her gently, slowly. She could taste herself on his lips and she smiled.
Carol pushed Daryl onto his back and straddled him, her tongue licking at his soft lips and exploring his scorching mouth. Her hair fell in her face as her lips grazed against his and he ran his fingers through tangle of red curls and grasped the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Carol could feel him hard beneath the denim of his jeans and slowly undoing them, reaching inside to stroke his thick cock. Daryl arched against her hand, groaning.
She wiggled against him, pulling the jeans down slowly, giggling into Daryl's mouth. When they were past his knees, bunched around his calves, he kicked them off and pulled Carol's unbuttoned shirt off, throwing them both aside. She was burning up, feverish, her flesh blistering and wet as she slid against his length, her knees around his waist.
"I want you..." Carol hissed, lightly biting his neck and shoulder. She slid against him more vigorously, burying her face against his nape, groaning, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his arms and hips.
Forcing her up off him, Daryl twisted out from under her and grabbed her hips from behind, running his hands over her back and sides, and Carol lowered on to her elbows, swaying her ships seductively. Grasping his cock he drew it between her thighs, down her ass, rubbing his head around the rim of her dripping entrance. Carol groaned and leaned against him, her legs clenched. Bringing her hips back, Daryl slid his engorged member over her swollen lips, feeling her fevered body against his. She quivered and whined, spreading her knees and arching toward the ground, her hips rising higher, baring her more vulnerable.
Caressing her ass, he slid back and drew his cock to her tight opening entering smoothly, the blazing heat enfolding Daryl as he moaned. She squeezed as he pulled back out, breathing hard into the blue blanket beneath them. The tightness drove him crazy, and he thrust into her hard and fast, groaning under the pressure, his balls slapping against her clit. Carol cried out and spread her legs wider, feeling him thick and burning as he stretched her mercilessly.
One hand worked itself beneath her body and yanked on each of her nipples, twisting them between her fingers before charting a wandering path down her body to her clit, moist and swollen between her legs. Pressing her fingers against it, Carol rubbed hard, her body quivering, her pussy constricting even more as she struggled to breathe.
Daryl thrust deep into her core, filling her, twisting Carol's hips against him as he edged closer and closer to his own release. He could feel himself building up and slowed down, compressing his need to explode, not ready to be done. Carol moaned, panting, rubbing and quivering as he thrust into her lightly, savoring each individual sensation, the heat, the gripping tightness, the slippery wetness and texture, the way she moved against him, the sounds she made.
Wrapping an arm under her hips, Daryl fixed her to the spot and penetrated her deeper, faster and harder as she moaned louder, clawing at the blanket, her legs vibrating against his as he felt his balls tighten. Daryl's body went rigid and he cried out as he came inside her, pulsing fiery and deep, dripping from her as she floated down from her own orgasm. Carol's hand rested on the blanket, fingers glistening, her legs still shaking. Their bodies gleamed with sweat.
Daryl pulled out of her, the energy sapped from his body, and collapsed on his back next to her. Breathing heavy, his eyes cloudy with exhaustion, he turned his head to look at her. Carol's eyes were glazed, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. She smiled, tired, and let her eyes flicker closed as she lowered to her stomach. She gently took his hand, his fingers closing over hers, small in his large grip. Daryl closed his eyes, a smile of his own worked it's way slowly on to his lips.
They'd have to go for a swim when they woke up. Maybe they'd sleep under the stars tonight.