Chapter 4:
Carol was gasping for air as Daryl began to go down on her, his breath hot on her core. He cupped her butt softly in his hands before slowly stroking her clit with his tongue, he had never eaten a girl out before so he wasn't quite sure how the process went. Her moans were the only thing re-assuring him that he was going in the right direction. Her pulled away from her, she was soaked with his saliva as well as her own juices, his right hand let go of her plump ass and felt it's way towards her thigh. Carol laid down against the bed as Daryl's left hand slid to her waist, he positioned his fingers in front of her core, feeling the heat she radiated from her body. He looked her in the eyes, wanting to see what her thoughts were about this whole situation. When she caught his gaze she smiled down at him, and seconds later he dug his fingers into her. He just used his index finger as well as his middle finger to work her, she was rocking slightly at the pumps of his arms that he made. She was so damn wet around his fingers. After a few more rough pumps and ragged breaths he pulled out to begin massaging her clit. He held a look on concentration as he waited for her orgasm. He had never before cared so much about giving a woman pleasure, but he wanted to give it to her more than anything.
"Oh god Daryl," Carol panted as she clutched his shoulders.
"Am I doing alright?" Daryl asked through ragged breath as he continued to work her into a frenzy. She moaned loudly as she nodded her head yes. He grinned as he began moving his finger faster, loving the way she jerked her hips in response to his touch. Her mouth went slack as she hit her climax, Daryl slowed his movements and enjoyed the twitching she made at her entrance.
"Daryl that was amazing," she breathed as she pulled his face closer to hers, wanting to cover him with kisses. He hesitated before kissing her, she knew he had just eaten her out right? She didn't seem to mind as their lips came crashing together once again, their hands eagerly clutching at each others backs. Daryl couldn't help but grind his member into her side. Carol got the hint and shoved her hand down to his erection, clenching it softly in her grasp and began to stroke it. She began to work faster as she pushed herself on top of him, as he lay down on the bed she sat to his side. She arched over him as she began to work him even faster. He couldn't help but let out a few guttural noises at the pleasure she was giving him. When she took him in her mouth he took in a sharp breath, damn she felt so good against him. He could tell he was getting close to his climax, he gripped her short hand between her fingers, trying to communicate to her that she should pull away if she didn't want him to cum into her mouth. All he could make out were a few moans of gibberish before he came, he groaned at his release and lay on the bed exhausted. He knew she had swallowed since she was laying her head against his heaving chest within seconds.
"Was it good?" she asked him hesitantly, he nodded his head as he looked down at her with an exhausted face.
"Yeah," was all he could manage to say, the cool air of the room felt good on his hot skin. He wrapped his arm around her slowly, tenderly stroking her back, "am I a bad person for wanting this?" he sighed, Carol turned to look at him with a questionable expression.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean we both know yer married," he rested his forehead against hers.
"Yes, I'm married," she sighed, "he beats me every day it seems like, he treats me and Sophia like garbage, yet I can't bring myself to leave him," she rested her arm on his chest and began to make small, gently circles, "I think I'm the bad person in this situation," Carol added, Daryl sighed deeply.
"Ya' know my mom had the same problem, I don' really know why she didn't leave the man," Carol rested her cheek against his chest as he continued, "hell, my dad used to beat me, so I guess you and me are pretty similar," Daryl sighed before kissing her forehead, "I'm gonna protect ya' though, cause no one was really there to protect me. I mean my brother tried, but he had more important shit to do than watch out for me."
"You can't protect me though Daryl," Carol whimpered.
"I can sure as hell try," Daryl mumbled as he pulled her closer to him. He pulled away from her and sat upright on the bed and looked down at her body. He hadn't noticed before all the bruises and scars that covered her body, he ran his fingers lightly over the injuries. His breath caught in his throat as she winced in pain when he touched one of the fresh bruises. In the distance a bell rang, making Carol flinch upright.
"We should get going," Carol muttered as she began slipping her clothes on, Daryl watched her for a few moments before putting his own clothes on. As Daryl was pulling his shirt on Carol began scribbling on a piece of paper.
"Here's my number," Carol said as she handed him the paper, "Call me tomorrow on your break if you want to meet up again sometime, I have to go find Sophia now," she said with a solemn smile before kissing him lightly on the cheek. As Carol began walking away Daryl wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a deep kiss.
"Wish ya' didn't have to go," he breathed against her neck, Carol giggled before nibbling playfully at his ear, "see you later," Daryl said before letting Carol free, Carol nodded before walking out the door. When Carol was out of sight Daryl slumped onto the bed and groaned in frustration.