It was a mere second before he had her pinned against the bed, any longer and he would have backed out for sure. The breath was pulled from her lungs as his body weight rested over hers, their lips just a breath away from each other. One of his hand's fell at her hip, the other cupping her face.
"Daryl," she breathed unable to find any other words.
He was reluctant to fill in the last of the distance between them, he had to know she really wanted it, he wouldn't push it further if she truly didn't want this.
"Ya want this?" he rasped.
She managed a weak nod before her hand snaked around his neck, pulling his mouth down to meet hers. His mouth met hers hot and fervently, their lips battling against one another before Daryl bit down on her lower lip, soothing it with his tongue after. She let out a moan against his mouth, much like the one he heard the night before, as her nails bit into the nape of his neck.
He allowed his mouth to travel, smirking at the whine she let out as he pulled away from her lips.
"Shh," he soothed as he pressed his lips to her jaw, his tongue coming out to tentatively trace the line he was following downwards.
While his mouth travelled downwards, his hands pushed her top upwards, pulling away just long enough to fling the garment over his shoulder.
"Fuck...Carol," he murmured as he marvelled at the sight before him, an expanse of exposed creamy skin, her chest heaving in panted breaths as she grew more and more impatient.
"No time to be sentimental now Dixon," she growled as she wrenched him back towards her, her legs wrapping around his waist, pressing his pelvis flush against hers, her fingers work at the buttons on his shirt.
"Jesus," he hissed, his face buried in the curvature of her neck, there were far too many items of clothing between them, they needed to go, now.
He wasted no time in undressing her, stripping her down until she was lying naked before him, just that sight alone was sending him out of his goddamn mind.
She was looking up at him, her eyes a haze of lust and hunger, her tongue coming out to wet her lips as her gaze flickered down to his own trousers.
"Off," was all she said, it's all she had to say.
It took him a mere few seconds to kick off his boots and remove his trousers, boxers included.
This time it was Carol's turn to marvel at him, his imperfect yet perfect body that he was willing to let her have. He was muscular but lean and was certainly not lacking in the downstairs department.
"Ya just gonna lay there and stare?" he asked softly, his eyes filled with the same hunger as hers.
She said nothing, just leant up to kiss him long and deep, her tongue swirling against his as her hand reached down to take him, giving it one slow stroke.
Daryl's mouth opened wider against hers as she muffled his moan, his lips pressing harder against hers now, pushing her back against the bed.
As she began to build a rhythm Daryl found himself thrusting into her hand, he wasn't going to last long at this rate. He reached down between them, taking the hand wrapped around his cock and pinning it above her head. She looked at him with a glimmer of confusion before he answered her unspoken question.
"I said I'd help finish you off, ain't gonna be no good ta ya if I go finishin' before ya now am I?" he murmured as his hand slid back between them, his fingers brushing gently through her folds.
She let out a hiss of a response, her hips arching instantly at his touch, he had added fuel to the fire.
He chuckled lowly at her reaction, his mouth finding hers again, kissing her hot and dirty before his fingers went back to her, his thumb circling her clit, his fingers stroking her closer and closer to her entrance until he felt she was good and ready.
"Daryl, god, fuck," she panted, a primal groan escaping her as he inserted one finger, then two.
"I need-" she couldn't even form words at this point, she was too far gone, a sheen of sweat covering her body.
"Whaddya need?" Daryl asked in a low growl, god he was hard, but he wouldn't give it to her, not till she asked.
"I need- please-" her breathing was erratic, her hips grinding up into his hand on their on accord.
"Come on Carol, tell me," his hand was working her faster now, watching as her head tipped back against her pillow.
"You," she choked out, her hand coming down to curl around his dick, "I- need- you."
That was all he needed to hear.
Immediately he withdrew his fingers from her, her eyes widening as he licked them clean, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he let out a moan. Carol had never been more turned on, everything burned for him, it wasn't a case of wanting him, she needed him.
Wasting no more time, she kept her grip on his cock, guiding him to her entrance letting out a sigh when she felt him pushing against her.
"Please, Daryl," she begged, "I need you."
He never in his life thought he'd hear Carol say those words and he was more than happy to fulfil her wishes.
Cautiously he eased into her, her muscles contracting around him causing him to bit hard on his lip to not let go then and there.
"Move," she urged, thrusting her hips up into his.
He began to set a pace, a pace he knew wouldn't make him peak too early.
His forehead fell against her shoulder blade as he met her thrust for thrust, feeling her muscles become tighter and tighter with every movement.
"Don't stop," she groaned, her fingers gripping his biceps.
"Oh I won't," he growled back, his hips moving faster now.
Every time he thrust back into her he let out a grunt of satisfaction, Carol writhing beneath him now as her climax came close.
He reached between them again, three of his fingers circling her clit making her become even more erratic beneath him.
She could feel it the pressure that was built was almost unbearable, her hips slamming into his with as much force as she could, his fingers working to build up that delicious white heat that was pooling at her core.
She couldn't hold on any longer and finally as his thrust hit a sweet spot deep within her she let herself come undone.
"Daryl," she moaned out far too loudly but at this point was beyond caring.
He continued to thrust into her as her back arched off the mattress, a groan from the pit of her stomach passing her lips, before Daryl muted it with his mouth, fighting back with his own moans as he spilled himself in her, his movements becoming weaker as he was spent.
He used the last of his strength to collapse on his back next to her, the only sound in the prison their heavy laboured breathing.
Sweat rolled in droplets down both their bodies as they waited for their heart rate to return to a normal speed.
As the adrenaline wore off Daryl could feel himself becoming more and more conscious by the second.
"D'ya want me to- oomf!"
He was cut off as her lips slammed against his once more, silencing whatever words had been about to come out.
She pulled back after a few moments of them kissing, her forehead coming to rest against his, her eyelid fluttering closed, "I want you to stay," she whispered.
So he would, cause fuck if he could deny her anything.
He nodded, one hand coming up to curl around her waist and pull her against him, the other pulling the sheets over their naked bodies, so if someone did happen to intrude at least he'd have some dignity intact.
Her head came to rest against his chest, her lips pressing a kiss there before she sighed in content, allowing her eyes to close.
His mouth came down to bury into her hair, his fingertips tracing up and down her waist as he felt sleep beginning to pull him under, never in his life had he felt more at home.
