Okay, I know I left the other chapters off with mean cliffhangers, but this chapter certainly does not have a cliffhanger. Well, at least not before anything good happens. Sorry for the wait!
Carol didn't want to lead him to the bedroom she slept in every night with her husband, she knew he was already uncomfortable enough with the fact that she was married. She walked into one of their guest rooms, glancing back at him to make sure he was still behind her. Daryl opened his mouth to speak when Carol started to turn around, pulling her t-shirt over her head and revealing her black bra. His eyes fell on the lace bra, on the breasts that were covered. "Oh." Was all that he could manage to say.
That just stroked her ego, made her feel something she never had before. She silenced a guy just by taking her shirt off. Carol swallowed and took a step over to him, wrapping her arm around the back of his neck and bringing her mouth against his again, tugging on the buttons of the flannel he was wearing. He didn't know what to do, he didn't want her to see the scars under the shirt he wore under the flannel. Maybe she wouldn't want his other shirt off, hopefully. Carol pushed the flannel to the floor and brought her hands to the waist of his shirt, her fingers grasping the band. He grabbed her wrist to stop her from moving and Carol pulled away from him. "Okay.." She said and let go of the shirt. If he didn't want his shirt off, she wouldn't take it off.
Carol pulled her hands away from the undershirt he was wearing, dragging her mouth along his jawline. Daryl was thankful that she didn't push the situation, that she just said okay and moved on. She undid his belt and pulled it out of the loops, dropping it to the floor. Carol rest her hands over the button and zipper on his pants, waiting to see if he would protest before she undid his pants and knelt down to pull his jeans down. Daryl stepped out of his pants and he looked down at her before kicking off his shoes. Carol stood to her feet as Daryl pulled off his socks as Carol undid her shorts and let them drop to her feet.
Daryl looked up as he heard her shorts drop to the floor and he stared as she stood in front of him in nothing but a lace set of bra and panties. Jesus Christ, he wondered if she planned this. Goddamn, he wanted to kiss every inch of her pale skin, wanted to taste her. She looked like a pixie haired angel. Carol stepped over to him and she slipped her hand between them into his boxers, watching as Daryl jerked his hips into her hand involuntarily. Her hand wrapped around the silky smooth skin, slowly stroking his length in her hand. Fuck, goddamn her hand is around my dick. Daryl's mind was going crazy as Carol stroked his dick. He clenched his hands together, unaware of where he was supposed to put them.
He reached down and grabbed her arm to stop her, breathing heavily. Carol looked up at him, frowning. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked. Carol knew that not all guys liked this the same way, some guys liked it differently.
Daryl shook his head. "No.. Gonna be over really quick if ya keep doing it." Carol smirked softly and she dragged her tongue along her lips.
"My husband doesn't get home until about seven... We have time." Carol said and took a few steps back, grabbing his hand and leading him towards her until her knees hit the guest bed and sat down on the bed, looking up at Daryl as she started to pull his boxers down. Daryl stepped out of his boxers, kicking them to the side. Carol bit down on her bottom lip as his cock was exposed to her, bringing her hand back up to his cock and wrapping her small hand around his length, stroking him again. She turned her attention from his cock to look up at him, watching the way he reacted to her touches.
Feeling brave as she saw how he seemed to be enjoying what she was doing, Carol's fingers wrapped around his balls as her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. Daryl's eyes snapped open and looked down at her, letting out a low curse as he watched her take his cock into her mouth. This had only happened a few times in his life, but it never felt this good. There was something about her mouth around him that felt so damn good. His fingers flexed nervously and he raised his hand a few times, trying to decide what he was supposed to do with his hand. From porn, he had knew that some men put their hands in a girls hair or on the back of her head but he didn't know where Carol would want his hand. He settled on resting his hand on her shoulder, maybe he'd be more brave to put his hands somewhere else.
Daryl couldn't stop watching the way she bobbed her head over his length, taking him into her mouth as far as she could. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to look away if someone tried to force him.
It had been around ten years since Carol had done this, she was surprised she still knew what to do, surprised she knew how to make a man feel good. Carol's fingers tightened around his balls, massaging the sensitive flesh in her hand nervously. Daryl cursed loudly as her fingers squeezed, the hand on her shoulder tightening. Carol glanced up at him for any sign of him wanting her to stop or change what she was saying. "Jesus, fuck." Daryl growled and without warning he came down her throat. He went to pull away from her but Carol simply rolled his balls in her hand, letting him ride the waves of his orgasm. Daryl couldn't believe she was swallowing, the one time he had come without warning in a girls mouth, she had pushed him away and ran off.
Carol's eyes stayed on him as she pulled away and wiped her chin off, slowly standing to her feet. She could tell he was embarrassed, so she didn't say anything. Carol connected her mouth with his jawline, kissing and sucking down his jawline and neck.
Daryl finally spoke when he could. "M'sorry." Carol grinned against his neck and pulled away to look up at him.
"Don't be. Strokes my ego." She said. A light redness formed on his face and he glanced away from her, glanced down at her body.
"I don't.. I.. I ain't very good at.." Daryl stuttered over his words. He knew what to do and he knew how to do it, he just wasn't very good at it. Carol shrugged her shoulders as he stared down at her body.
"You don't have to.." She said and pursed her lips. There was something in her voice that was right, he didn't have to do it, but she wanted him him to do it.
"I want to.. I just ain't very good." Carol licked her lips and she reached around her back to undo her bra and let it drop to their feet. Her breasts were as beautiful as he imagined, perfectly round and perky. He glanced up at her face before he brought his hands up to cup her breasts between his rough, large hands. Carol took his hand and pulled it from her breast before she walked back to the bed, crawling up on top of it and scooting back to the head of it. Daryl stood there awkwardly as he watched Carol bring her hips up and slowly begin to push her underwear down over her thighs. She sat up to push them the rest of the way off her legs and she flung them at him like a slingshot. They smacked Daryl in the stomach and he looked up at her. Carol picked up her hand and twitched her fingers towards her.
Daryl swallowed and walked over to the bed before crawling up on it. He licked his lips and looked down at her, looking down at her perfect fucking body. He swallowed again and glanced over at the clock. It was just past noon and he remembered that Carol said he wouldn't be back until seven, they had time... "Tell me what you're thinking." She said, looking up at his face. Daryl looked back up at her and he cleared his throat.
"Ya said earlier... Ya ain't been touched by someone other than yourself.." He trailed off, it was stupid and perverted.
Carol bit down on her bottom lip. "Do you wanna watch me touch myself, Daryl? Might held you know what I like.." Daryl glanced up at her and nodded. He couldn't believe she was going for it but she adjusted against the bed to give herself a little bit of room. He laid on his side, holding his head up to watch Carol. Carol wrapped her right hand around her right breast, gently massaging the mound in her hand. Carol's left hand moved between her legs and she parted her lips with her two fingers, using her middle finger to massage her clit in small circles. Her eyes shut and she leaned her head back as one hand massaged her breast, her fingers twisting and pulling on her nipple.
Daryl watched in complete awe as she arched her hips into her hand, soft moans escaping from her lips. He knew there was no way he looked this good when he got himself off, but she looked heavenly. He wanted to touch her, so badly. Nervously, Daryl reached up and grasped the breast that wasn't in her hand, massaging it in his hand. Carol's eyes opened as she felt his hand on her breast and she watched his face as he massaged her breast. Carol pushed two of her fingers inside of her pussy, leaning her head back. Daryl took the opportunity to latch his mouth on her neck, trailing kisses down her slim neck. He didn't want to suck on her neck, didn't want to bruise her. He was sure her husband wouldn't enjoy that. Daryl kissed between her breasts, glancing at her head before he removed her hand on her breast and wrapped her mouth around her nipple, tugging on the small bud.
Carol let out a loud moan, arching her chest into his hand. He continued to play with her breast in his mouth and his hand, feeling his cock get hard again just listening to her moans. Fuck, this was so fucking hot. He could listen to her make those noises all day, be the one to cause them all day too. Daryl switched his hand and his mouth on her breasts as she continued to thrust her fingers inside of her. He was gaining his confidence as she moaned partially in response to his actions and feeling brave, he let his mouth start to trail down her stomach. Carol pulled her fingers from her pussy as he got closer to her, letting out a gasp when his mouth wrapped around her fingers to suck her juices off of them.
She let out a soft moan as she watched his mouth around her fingers, breathing heavily. This was exactly what she needed, she knew that. She'd needed this for years, she was thankful that Daryl went for it. Daryl pulled her fingers out of his mouth and settled between her legs, his eyes resting on her pussy. Carol's face reddened at the way he was just staring at her like she was a meal waiting to be devoured, even though that's exactly what she was.
Daryl thought back to all the porn he'd watched and the few times he had done this before he brought one of his fingers to her entrance, slowly pushing it inside of her. She was tighter than he had expected her, it felt incredibly well to have his finger inside of her. He let out a soft moan at the sensation, looking up at her. She was watching again, though she was trying not to make him self-conscious about what he was doing. She gave a soft roll of her hips to let him know she liked having his finger inside of her, that she wanted more. Daryl added a second finger, watching as his two fingers pumped inside of her soaking heat. He couldn't look away, the sight was incredibly erotic, especially when she started thrusting her hips into his fingers.
Feeling courageous, Daryl licked his lips and brought his mouth close to her, inhaling her scent as he wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth. "Fuck!" Carol cried out and thrust her hips into his mouth. Daryl let out a soft groan against her clit as she ground her hips into his face. She'd been so neglected she forgot just how good this could feel. It was awkward at first for Daryl to find the right rhythm between his mouth and his fingers, but he figured it out soon. "Just like that, Daryl... Oh.." She rose her hips into his face again and let out a soft moan, trailing her hand down her stomach and lacing her fingers into his hair.
Fuck. He was happy she was vocal, let him now exactly how she liked it. It made him feel good that he could make her make all of these noises. Daryl slipped a third finger in her cunt and slowly pumped his digits in her, letting her clit fall out of his mouth and dragging his tongue awkwardly over the clit. He tried to remember all of his brothers drunken bragging, all of the porn he'd ever watched and the times that he'd done it to girls who were not afraid to tell him when he was doing something that they didn't like.
Daryl looked up at Carol to see that she was watching him, her chest heaving up and down. Her lips were swollen and parted open, her hair messed up and sticking up every which way. She looked so fucking beautiful, he was in awe of it. Daryl moved his thumb up through her folds to find her clit. "Circles, circles." Carol murmured. Daryl returned his gaze to her eyes nodding before he returned to her clit, moving his thumb in circles like she told him. Her moans returned again and she leaned her back, her neck and back arching into the air. Daryl watched his fingers pump into her, unable to take his eyes away from the sight. She was aroused because of him, letting out the most attractive moans that he'd ever heard.
Carol reached down and laced her fingers through Daryl's dark strands, resting her hand on the back of his neck. She let her fingers draw circles on the back of his neck as she rose her hips into his mouth. With this fingers working her cunt, Daryl swallowed and moved to sit up so he could return to her breasts, cupping one of her perky tits in his free hand. His mouth moved to the other breast, wrapping his lips around her nipple. He tugged the bud into his mouth and sucked on it, his teeth dragging over the bud. He let out a surprised grunt when he felt her hand return to his once again hard cock, her hand stroking his cock as his fingers pumped into her.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Carol came undone against his hand. He pulled his head off of her breast to watch her face as she rode her orgasm out around his fingers. Her fingers around his cock tightened, her other hand grasping the sheets on the bed as her body convulsed. Watching her orgasm could have pushed him over the edge if he hadn't been focusing so hard on the sight of her coming. When he was able to, Daryl pulled his fingers out of her and pulled his fingers into his mouth, sucking his fingers clean.
When Daryl pulled his fingers out of his mouth, Carol removed her hand from his cock and ran her up over his clothed front, grasping the back of his neck and pulling his mouth down against hers. She let out a soft moan as they kissed again, dragging her tongue along the bottom of his lip. In a move that surprised both Daryl and Carol, Daryl reached down and pulled the wife beater he was wearing off. He'd forgotten about the scars that was he was hiding, he had just wanted to feel her on him. He wrapped an arm around Carol's waist and pulled her up as he lay back on the bed, forcing her back on his lap.
She pulled away just enough from him, running her fingers over his stomach. She noticed the scars, felt the raised skin under her fingers. Carol leaned down to press her lips against his again, running her hands up over his to cup the sides of his neck. Daryl was panicking now, she'd seen and touched the scars that he hid ever since he was a kid. She wasn't disgusted, in the brief moments before she kissed him she didn't look like she was pitying him. He tried not to think about it, but it was hard not to.
Carol reached between them and grasped his cock in her hand again, giving his cock a few slow strokes before dragging the head of his cock through her folds and towards her entrance. Daryl grabbed her arm, surprising Carol when she turned to look at him. He spoke for the first time in a while, his voice raspy and rough. "Shouldn't we be using.." He trailed off as he looked up at her.
She let out a weak laugh. "I can't have kids, Daryl." Carol said softly. "And I'm clean, trusting you are as well." Daryl nodded to confirm that he was in fact clean. Carol leaned down to press her lips into his softly. Still grasping his cock, Carol pushed the head of his cock up against her entrance. When he released her arm and didn't fight her again, Carol lowered herself onto his length, letting out a loud moan when he was buried inside of her. Daryl grasped Carol's ass in his large hands, holding onto her skin as she began to slowly grind her hips into his.
Daryl's eyes immediately went to where their bodies connected, watching as his cock was repeatedly buried inside of her. The sight was goddamn memorizing. Daryl couldn't stop the annoyed grunt that left his mouth when his vision was blocked by Carol leaning down to press her lips along the flesh of his chest that was now exposed to her. His annoyance immediately dissipated at the feel of her mouth on his scars, licking and kissing over the marks. He let out a moan as she payed attention to the marks, somehow making him forget the shame he felt at them. Carol trailed her mouth down his chest and stomach as far as she could with her current position, bringing her mouth back up to his.
Daryl's hands tightened on her ass as he adjusted underneath her so he could thrust up into her when her hips rolled away from him. Carol cried out as he thrusted up into her, reaching up to grasp the headboard to the bed. With his hands still on her ass, Daryl sat up in the bed and moved so his back was pressed against the headboard. The change in position caused Daryl's cock to reach a new angle within her, which caused her back to arch into the air and a loud moan to leave her lips.
Carol dropped her head to his shoulder and cried out as his cock buried in her cunt, bringing both of her hands up to grasp the headboard behind Daryl. "Fuck, fuck me! Fuck me, Daryl." She pleaded.
Daryl swallowed and licked his lips, he wasn't used to to the women he fucked being so vocal. Shit, he needed to say something back, what was he gonna say? Think, Dixon, use yer fuckin' brain. "Yeah, ya like that? Like the way I'm fuckin' ya?" That was fuckin' stupid. Carol visibly shuddered, so maybe it wasn't as stupid as he thought. Daryl growled, thinking of more to say to her. "Asked ya a question, Carol."
Daryl drove his cock into Carol in quick, sharp thrusts, his fingers grasping her hips tightly. "God, fuck, yes! Don't stop, Daryl." He really liked the way his name came off her mouth while his dick was buried inside of her. He knew there was no way in hell he was going to last much longer and he needed to get Carol to place with him, he wanted to come with her squeezing his dick. His lips found one of her breasts and his fingers found her clit, stimulating both until she was coming around his dick and he felt free to come. He emptied his load into her, a deep growl leaving his throat as he came.
Coming down from her orgasm, Carol pulled Daryl's hand away from her and pinned it to the bed. She panted heavily as she tried to catch her breath, lifting her head up and sitting up straight. Daryl looked up at her, staring up at her with lust filled eyes. He probably could do this every day for a hundred years, he'd never fucked a woman and had it felt so damn good. "Damn..." Daryl said.
Carol let out a soft laugh, glancing down at him. "You good?" She asked.
"Mmhm. Should probably finish fixing that step." Daryl said.
Carol almost laughed at how casually he said it, but she nodded and climbed off of his lap. She watched as he redressed, getting up to redress herself after he left. Carol went to her bathroom to splash water on her face before joining him in the stairwell again. They made small talk like nothing happened until he was finished with the final step.
Daryl walked over to the front door, trying to think of something to say to her as he was getting ready to leave and she'd be out of his life again.
"You know, I'm pretty sure I could find a few more things around the house that need fixing... If you're interested." Carol said as she walked Daryl to the door.
The way that Carol looked at him told Daryl that she didn't care if he fixed whatever needed fixing, that having things repaired was the last thing on her mind. He knew he should say no, she's a married woman. But when he looked at her face, all he could think about was her face when she was coming. "Definitely interested." Daryl said. Carol smirked and licked her lips.
"Good. Already making a huge list." Carol playfully winked at Daryl before he left, shutting the door behind him. She had several things to 'accidentally' break.
Marking this as complete, but if the inspiration strikes, I'll write more to it.