"Ohhhhhhh fuck!" Daryl couldn't stop the guttural groan that tore from his throat as the warm wet pressure of her lips wrapped around him was bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He weaved his fingers into her soft hair and gave a gentle tug, signalling for her to stop before he blew his load. He wasn't going to last much longer and he was desperate to finish inside her, longing to feel her tight muscles spasm around him as he made her feel as good as she was doing now.
She released his pulsing dick with a wet pop and slowly made her way up his body, scattering open mouthed kisses along his heaving bare chest. As soon as she was close enough he grabbed her face with both his hands and kissed her with all the force he could muster, tongues battling each other for dominance until they both needed air. "Ya ready?" He growled as he lined himself up with her dripping opening, she nodded frantically and he nudged his hips forward-
He jolted awake panting and covered in sweat. Cursing himself as he looked down at his dick, rock hard and ready to explode. This was getting out of hand now, it had been exactly a week since the evening he had hidden in Carol's closet and this was the fifth night he had now woken up in this state. There was no way this was going away on its own, he had tried to ignore it and go back to sleep the previous night, concentrating hard on anything he could think of that was unpleasant but it was no use, he'd have to take care of this physically. He sighed as he wrapped his hand around himself and thought back to his dream, picturing her beautiful face with her swollen lips wrapped around him and eyes clouded with lust. It only took a handful of strokes to get him there, already wound up enough when he began.
After he had cleaned himself off he he thought back over the previous week. He had been avoiding Carol, unable to look her in the eye as he had expected. Whenever he was in her presence for too long he was overwhelmed with guilt, his mind going to how he would feel if someone had watched him do something so intimate without his permission. He felt terrible, the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel bad. It wasn't her fault that he couldn't get that night out of his head, every time he looked at her face he pictured her with her eyes slammed shut, biting down on her bottom lip in an attempt to keep her moans silenced. Every time he heard her voice, he remembered the soft whimpers that escaped her and they way she had whispered his name. She had whispered his name. He could never forget the way she had said his name and had spent countless hours obsessing over what it could mean. Every time she touched him, he remembered what that hand had been doing. God he needed help. He dragged himself out of bed to get an early start to the day, it was pointless trying to go back to sleep now with these thoughts plaguing his mind.
He had been outside for a few hours now doing some maintenance on his bike, something that always helped calm his mind. He wiped his hands on his jeans and gathered up the tools that scattered the floor around him and turned around to walk back towards the house.
"Hey Pookie!" Shit. How long had she been stood behind him? He had almost crashed straight into her, all the tools that he was holding now clattered back onto the pavement.
"Are you okay?" There was concern etched into her delicate features as she watched his eyes dart everywhere but her face, clearly looking for an escape route.
"M'fine," he grumbled side stepping her and making a quick dash towards their front door. She was hot on his heels though, determined to get him to talk to her properly for the first time all week. She just about caught the door as he almost slammed it in her face and followed him through to the kitchen.
"Daryl have I done something wrong?"
"Huh?"
"I just wanna know why you've been avoiding me, you won't even look at me."
"It's not… you didn't do anything Carol. It's me okay… fuck I don't know I just saw something okay and… s'just thrown me off a bit" He sighed heavily. "I promise you didn't do anything wrong."
"What did you see?" She was watching him carefully now, he couldn't figure out the look in her eye which worried him, he was always able to read her.
"Nuthin'" he was now chewing furiously on his thumbnail, a habit she knew he did when he was nervous or anxious.
"It's clearly not nothing if you're this upset about it."
"M'not upset! Just… already told you it don't matter. Saw somethin' bad is all."
"Bad? You didn't like it?"
He froze on the spot at her words. They stared hard at each other, her face giving away nothing.
"Daryl just say it. I can see it's been eating away at you all week."
He felt like he was going to throw up, he could hear his heart racing loudly in his ears.
"What are you talking about?"
"You saw me right?" She was still wearing her poker face, not giving away any hints as to what she may be feeling. He on the other hand was on the verge of a panic attack, pacing back and forth now trying to hide the flaming red blush that covered his face. He was lost for words, opening and closing his mouth a few times when nothing came out. He had to be completely sure she was talking about the same thing before he gave anything away.
"Doing what?" He asked, although he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"Touching myself." Shit. Her eyes had grown dark now, she had a look on her face that was foreign to him. He had only seen it once before, that night.
"You knew I was there?"
"Actually no, not at the time. I went to get some clothes when I came out of the shower and found this in my closet," she pulled a red rag from her pocket, the same one that usually hung from the back pocket of his own jeans. He'd been so caught up in what happened he hadn't even realised it was gone. "Plus you know, you did kinda leave a mess when you left. Must've been in quite a hurry."
She wore a playful smirk as she watched him now, he was still trying to figure out how to explain himself. She didn't look embarrassed in the slightest, not that she should be. He was the one that should be embarrassed, hell he was more than embarrassed.
"Are ya mad?"
"No," she was grinning now, he wished so badly he could tell what she was thinking. "What were you even doing in there?"
"Was tryna scare ya. Ya know, like you always do me with your hey pookie shit."
She stared at him for a few beats before she broke out in a fit of laughter. He supposed he was relieved she found this amusing, he couldn't bare the thought of her never wanting to speak to him again. Moments later he was joining in with her, his shoulders shaking as he laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.
There was a moment of silence as they calmed down and looked at each other, her beautiful smile ridding him of all the tension and worry that had built up in him over the last seven days.
"So," she spoke softly, her face more serious now. "You saw me, but did you hear me?"
He knew instantly that she was referring to his name, grumbling out "Mhm," with a steady nod of his head. She was moving closer to him now, cautious strides until her face was inches from his own.
"And what do you think about that?" He couldn't find the words to tell her what he thought, that he thought about her too, she was everything he dreamed about since way back at the prison. He could see that gleam in her eye daring him to admit his feelings for her but his brains was still unable to produce proper words. Instead he decided to show her, cradling her face between his large palms and pulling her towards him until his lips crashed against hers.
She melted into the kiss instantly, a messy battle of tongue and teeth but it was perfect. He was perfect. His hands had travelled down the length of her body, now finding purchase on the bare skin of her lower back just underneath her shirt. She had grabbed onto his hair and was pulling his face as close to hers as she could unable to get enough of him. They eventually broke apart gasping for air, the need he saw in her eyes sending jolts of pleasure straight down to his dick. It didn't help that she had been grinding her hips shamelessly into his while they had been making out.
He could feel her smiling into his skin as she placed open mouthed kisses down his neck before gently sucking on his collarbone. He threw his head back and moaned, unable to believe that this was really happening.
"So uh… I'm gonna go upstairs," she planted a sweet peck on his kiss swollen lips and started to back away from him with a sheepish grin, she stared after her, his mouth hanging open in awe of her every move. "I'm gonna take all my clothes off, get comfortable. I'd really love it if you'd lend me your hand this time."
And just like that she was gone, running up the stairs to her room. He didn't give himself the chance to stand there and contemplate if this was real, racing up the stairs after her knowing his dreams were about to come true.
