AN: Things are about to get smutty up in here y'all! Lots of smutty stuff headed your way. The M rating is kicking in from here on out. Hope you're okay with that :) Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Carol was sure Daryl was going to get a speeding ticket on the way back to the resort. She clung to him tightly and her heart was racing but it was not from the speed. Her hands were on his stomach, her breasts pressed against his back and her legs were open, the inside of her thighs touching the outside of his. All she could think was that there was far too much clothing between them. She let her mind drift off to some erotic fantasy of riding the bike, both of them completely nude, and she felt her hands wandering from their secure grip on his midsection to securely grip something between Daryl's legs.

Carol felt him squirm a bit as she groped him. She was thoroughly enjoying the feel of what was inside those jeans, but decided she better stop. They did have an entire resort to walk through to get to her room. It would be cruel to get him fully aroused and then lead him through crowds of people. Even though most of them wouldn't notice, he would be uncomfortable.

They pulled up to valet and climbed off the bike. Carol removed her helmet and they gathered their things. The valet worker took the bike and helmets to store it until they wanted it back. Daryl reached for her hand and easily twisted his fingers between hers. The feel of their palms touching was turning her on, far more than it should have. Her inhibitions had gone completely out the window by that point.

They had to walk by the pool area to get to their elevator and Carol glanced over to see Amber standing by the edge of the pool surrounded by no less than 5 young guys. She felt Daryl's grip tighten on her hand. Even though Amber didn't mean anything to him, he was still angry at what she had done. Carol understood and couldn't blame him.

Suddenly she had an idea. It was crazy and so out of character for her, but like Daryl had said earlier... They were in a different world. She stopped. "Wait right here for a minute," she said to him. "In fact, that bench there should give you a pretty good view."

Daryl eyed her suspiciously, but a hint of a smile was on his lips. "What are you up to?" he asked.

"Oh nothing much, just going for an Oscar nomination," Carol winked at him and headed for the bar to the left of Amber and her group.

When the bartender came over she ordered a rum and coke and then whispered to him, "I need a favor. Can you blare some music for a minute, something that's good to dance to?" She smiled at him. "I'm about to do something you might find very entertaining."

He returned with her drink and gave her a secret look as he cranked the tunes. Raise Your Glass by Pink was playing which Carol actually knew very well. She took a deep breath and used her acting skills to transform to a loud obnoxious drunk. There were so many times she'd had to transform herself to keep Ed happy, or keep herself from taking a beating. This was a piece of cake. "Ohh I love this song," she squealed jumping down off the bar stool. She had already picked out the drunkest guy she could find that still looked somewhat coordinated. "Dance with me," Carol said grabbing one of his hands and holding her drink high with the other. "Why so serious," she sang loudly.

Luckily with the music blaring others were following suit with the dancing and she didn't look completely crazy. "So just come on and come on and raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways..." Carol slurred, pulling the man along, spinning in circles wildly. He was getting into it and started to dance with her. They were getting close to Amber's group and she led them right into the tight circle as she flailed around, still singing. "Anything but loud and nitty gritty dirty little freaks." Her opportunity approached when the guys parted and laughed as Carol and the random dude came dancing through. "So raise your glass," she belted out, lifting hers in the air, sloshing what liquid was in it all over Amber's teeny tiny bikini top.

"Oh whoops," Carol stopped to fake an apology. She went to reach out to Amber but pretended to stumble, and with one hand on Amber's boob and the other somewhere on her toned stomach, still clutching her tumbler, Carol pushed.

The drunk guy she was dancing with had already found a new partner and was rocking out while Carol and the group of guys watched Amber flip flop around in the pool trying to right herself. Carol noticed most of the guys were snickering. When Amber popped to the surface and glared at her Carol shrugged. "Whoopsie," she said with a giggle.

She turned to the closest guy and handed him her empty glass. "Better help her out before her mascara runs." She shot Amber a satisfied smirk, turned on her heel and left, suddenly much more coordinated. Carol looked back over her shoulder with another smile, just to make sure Amber knew how perfectly sober she was. She turned and gave a quick wave to the bartender who was still laughing.

Daryl had a huge grin on his face when she approached. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any sexier," he said, reaching for her ass, giving it a squeeze. "You are evil, but that was fucking hilarious. You have no idea how long she spends on her hair and make-up."

Carol took his hand this time. "Come on. All the excitement has somehow revved up my sex drive even higher," she admitted as a whisper in his ear. The sexual tension between them on the full elevator was almost unbearable. They were near the back, since Carol was on one of the higher floors, and Daryl was standing directly behind her. She placed a hand on his thigh and rubbed, nonchalantly so as not to draw any attention to them. The only attention she wanted was his and she got it. He inched closer to her, pressing himself against her ass. Carol couldn't tell if he was hard, but if he was anywhere near as horny as she was the likelihood was high.

Slowly the elevator emptied until there was only them and one other couple. Carol noticed there were 2 lights still lit - the other couple was getting off next. Before the doors had even shut she spun around and kissed him, pressing her body against his and pushing him back against the wall of the elevator. A few seconds later the elevator stopped at her floor and they quickly got off.

The hallway was empty thankfully. Perhaps not for long though, Carol thought, when Daryl pinned her against someone's door with a loud thud, kissing her passionately. She prayed there was no one in the room, but even if there was, she wasn't willing to stop kissing him anyway.

When his hands started to work their way under her shirt Carol found enough wits to pull away and move to her own door, sliding in the key and opening it. He grabbed her from behind as the door clicked shut. She leaned against him and turned her head, tilting it upwards to find his warm, eager mouth.

His hands were all over her, squeezing, kneading her breasts, rubbing between her legs. If her whole body hadn't been on fire already, the feel of his fingers rubbing her, even with jeans and underwear between them, was enough in itself to drive her fucking mad.

Daryl found the bottom of her blouse and tank top and put his hands underneath. He slid his fingers up the side of her body, drawing the material with them. Carol raised her arms and he pulled the shirts off over her head.

She turned to face him. He pushed her bra straps down and leaned in to kiss one of her shoulders, working his way up to her neck. She gasped as his tongue touched her skin while he placed an open mouthed kiss near her throat. He nipped and sucked at her delicate skin.

Carol knew she would have marks the next day but she couldn't care less. She reached for his shirt and yanked it off, needing to touch his bare skin. She ran her hands up his chest to his collarbones and down over his broad shoulders to his wonderfully toned biceps. The muscles felt hard and sculpted in her hands. Carol had seen those perfect arms many times but didn't appreciate how amazing they were until she was running her hands over the firm ripples.

She grabbed his pants at the button, sliding her fingers inside the waistband of both the jeans and boxers underneath. Her hand just barely grazed the tip of his penis and Daryl moaned. It was smooth on her fingers. Carol pulled him towards her and sought out his lips, attacking him with a wild and frantic kiss.

He settled his hands on her hips and walked them further into room, not breaking the kiss. Her hand was still tucked in his waistband and the feel of his arousal brushing her with each step was almost more than she could bear. She wanted to tear into his pants and boxers, rip them off his body and grasp him fully in her hands. Carol wanted to stroke him and feel his cock throb and quiver with her touch.

Daryl must have been thinking similar thoughts about her because he was reaching for the button and fly of her pants. His fingers skillfully worked her jeans open and she kicked off her sandals as he broke the kiss long enough to help her wriggle out of the tight pants.

He was back on her in an instant, his hands slipping over the silky material of her panties. He placed a hand flat on her stomach then slowly slipped it down into her underwear. "Holy fuck," he growled into her mouth as his fingers found her soaking wet.

Carol frantically worked at his pants. If he was getting to touch her, she wanted the same. It was so hard to focus on what she was doing with his fingers probing her, touching her folds and grazing her clit from time to time.

With a little help from his free hand the pants were off and she took a deep breath before heading for his underwear. She stroked him through the material, feeling his hard shaft, delighted with the length and girth and knowing it was every bit as amazing as she imagined without looking. Daryl groaned, "fuck, touch me, I want those hands on my cock." That was all the encouragement she needed to remove his boxers and finally take all of him in her soft hands. He was absolutely beautiful. Carol ran her hands up his shaft one at a time, from base to tip, alternating.

She felt him flick her bra clasp and pull it away and it was her turn to groan as he took a nipple in his mouth. He circled her nipple with his tongue and she could feel it stiffen. Daryl took the other breast in his hand and pinched at the nipple until they were both hard.

Carol wasn't sure how much more foreplay she could take without combusting. Sure she would love for him to lay her down and lick everywhere his hands had been, but she really just wanted to fuck. Hard and fast until they both exploded with desire. "Please," she whispered, her voice low. "Please," she said again, almost a growl this time.

Daryl jumped up and lifted her off her feet, carrying her swiftly to the bed. She knew he wanted to fuck every bit as badly as she did but that didn't stop him from laying her down, spreading her legs and leaning in to taste her.

Carol was so close and struggled to control herself as he licked and sucked at her folds, grazing her clit once in a while. "Fuck me Daryl," she groaned, when she couldn't bear it any longer. She didn't want to come until his marvellous length was deep within her.

Daryl came up from between her legs and looked at her, "How do you want it?" His face was clearly filled with desire, but there was also a look that told her he was very eager to please her.

"Hard, fast. Fucking pound me. Make me come," she replied, opening her legs wider, squirming eagerly. Carol couldn't even remember the last time she had a man inside her who cared about what she wanted. Or how different and amazing it felt to be desired the way he wanted her.

Daryl switched positions and she held her breath as he slipped the tip into her wet folds. She should have been nervous, maybe a little scared, but she felt none of that - she just wanted all of him, everything he could give her. They both sighed at the same time as he pushed further into her. "Oh my god," he groaned, his low voice sexy and dripping with desire. "You're so wet... Tight... Hot."

The sound of his voice alone was enough to send her over the edge but Carol somehow held on. Her body was aching with the need to release as he filled her to her depths. This was the closest she had been to anyone in so long. Nothing between them, absolutely nothing.

Daryl started to drive into her slowly, working up speed until he was pounding her so hard her entire body shook with his thrusts. Carol had no idea exactly when the orgasm hit her but it took control of all her senses and left her body spiralling out of control, completely at his mercy.

As Daryl continued to fuck her Carol's world was a tornado of pleasure, warmth and ecstasy. She could feel her muscles clenching hard on his dick and was sure it was the most intense release she had ever felt.

Her senses returned just in time to witness Daryl lose control. She watched his face as he threw back his head with that manly grunt that often accompanies ejaculation. His face was beautiful, so pure yet raw with emotion he couldn't control. Carol made a mental note to make him keep his eyes open next time and let her share the moment with him. After he finished he pushed into her a couple more times as he started to grow a little soft. It was a gentle reminder of what they had just experienced. It was crazy how it only ended seconds ago but it felt like forever already.

It wasn't until he pulled out that Carol realized, with a sick feeling… they hadn't used protection. Her face must have betrayed her fear. "Hey… What's wrong?" Daryl reached for her shoulder. "Are you okay? Did I do something?"

"Condoms," Carol whispered. "We didn't…"

"Oh fuck.. Oh my God…" he gasped, backing away and starting to pace. "Shit. Shit. Shit. You could end up pregnant," he said, looking at her with the same anxiety she was feeling.

"Oh no," Carol shook her head. "I've been on birth control since high school. Just switched to DepoProvera a couple years ago." Carol had wanted children until things got bad with Ed so she was very cautious and just stayed on birth control.

Daryl's face changed. "Oh… you're worried about the clap and shit like that?" She nodded. Clearly they were nervous about different things. "I haven't had unprotected sex since I was like 20." Carol started to relax slightly. "Merle had some gross thing once from some chick he picked up at a bar… scared the fuck out of me," Daryl explained. "Swore I wasn't ever gonna risk getting any of that shit…" He looked up at her. "Fuck, I ain't never done that… with anyone... " he blushed. "I ain't never been so… eager… that I forgot. Shit, I'm so sorry," he apologized.

Carol thought about what he was saying. If he'd never had unprotected sex in close to 20 years he had to be clean right? Did she believe him? If he had of told her this before they had sex in an attempt to keep going without protection it would have been different… But it was already done… She decided she did believe him and finally she smiled. "We're good," she said softly. "You're the first man I've been with since I left Ed… and I got myself tested when we separated," Carol explained. "I always suspected he was screwing around so I wanted to be sure." Daryl's face started to relax too. "So… it seems we are safe…"

She stood up and touched his face. "And if we… uh… do that again," she bit her lip and smiled shyly at him. "We don't need to use anything… if you don't want to."

Daryl nodded and bent his head to kiss her softly. "Am I sleeping on the couch?" he asked, unassumingly.

Carol laughed and pulled him towards the bad and they both climbed in. Instead of laying his head on the pillow Daryl placed his head on her chest. Carol couldn't resist stroking his hair gently. "So, was it as perfect as you imagined?" he asked with a little yawn.

"No," she replied, causing him to sit up momentarily. She smiled at him. "Is there a world for more than perfect?" Carol asked. Daryl returned the smile and lay back down on her chest so she could resume stroking his hair.

He traced a single finger tip lightly over her flat belly. Circling around her navel and then down towards her mound. He wasn't trying to start anything, but Carol would have been happy to start over if he wanted to. "This was the best day I've ever had here," Daryl said softly. She kissed the top of his head and kept stroking his hair. Before long his breathing evened out and he fell fast asleep. Carol nuzzled the top of his head with her cheek and drifted off with a lazy smile.