Daryl was nervous. It had been a long time since he'd slept with the same girl two nights in a row. Did she have expectations? She had decided to stay and she'd just told him she hadn't changed her mind about having sex with him. Hell, she'd even worn lingerie. That had to be a good sign, right?
Or maybe she was just enamoured by the drawing. No, she did come in lingerie before she saw the completed drawing. But, she had seen the start of it, so it could still be that. Daryl realized he'd better get out of his damn head and get started before the gorgeous woman in his bed decided he was crazy and took off.
There was one thing he did know for sure - it would be much different than the night before. That in itself made him insanely nervous. For him sex had always just been sex - selfish sex. He jumped right in, did what he needed to do and that was about it. Sometimes the woman would orgasm, but most of the time they didn't and he really didn't care as long as he got off. It was often doggie style so he didn't have to look at their faces and worry they might look disappointed or like they weren't enjoying it. And again, it wasn't that he cared, but more that it would annoy him and affect his own enjoyment.
But this woman, Carol, she was different. She wasn't some chick he'd picked up at a bar. He'd felt like such an asshole when she told him the truth the night before. She didn't seem to notice, but Daryl knew he'd treated her like a piece of meat. He'd felt even worse when she'd climbed onto his bed and offered up that gorgeous ass the way he'd requested their first time. It was just a reminder that this wasn't the kind of thing she'd done before. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd even been with many men. She mentioned a husband and that she was abused. Perhaps sex wasn't something she'd ever had the chance to enjoy.
For once in his life Daryl was about to put his sexual partner first. He'd heard Merle talk about how to treat a lady and how good it felt to make a woman squirm and beg for more, to please her so deeply she cried out your name when she came. Maybe he was about to find that out - if he didn't screw it up of course.
Daryl touched her legs, slipping his hands up her shins. They were smooth as silk, likely freshly waxed or shaved. As he dropped to his knees he tugged her closer to the edge of the bed. "Wha - What are you doing?" she asked, looking down at him with shock etched on her face.
"Is this okay?" he asked, not wanting to do something that she was uncomfortable with, but really wanting to please her.
Carol licked her lips and her brow furrowed. "Yeah - but, um - are you sure it's okay - for you?"
Daryl wanted to laugh. How could she possibly think he wouldn't want to lick her pussy? He was dying to taste her, but even more excited to see her reaction. He smiled at her and gently pulled her legs apart. She resisted slightly, but not in a way that said she didn't want it, but more that she was still nervous.
Her body jumped with the first lick of his tongue and he heard her gasp. Daryl decided that was a good start. He licked her again, slowly, and a third time. She was already squirming and he knew she was enjoying it with just a few licks. She jumped again when he touched her with his fingers to spread her open. He hesitated for a moment, looking at the perfect pink flesh he was about to sample. The second his tongue made contact and he tasted her juices his dick started to protest with envy. His cock was aching, throbbing and begging to be where his tongue was. But it wasn't time for that. Not until he made her come.
If he'd thought it was going to be challenging he was wrong. Whether he was doing a good job or not she was too far gone to notice. Either way Daryl continued the best he knew how, alternating between nibbling, sucking, and delving his tongue into her. The feelings inside him were so intense. The more she writhed in pleasure the more turned on he got.
At one point, just before he moved to her clit, Daryl almost grabbed his dick to masturbate. A couple tugs while he licked her nub and they could climax together. But he found the restraint to shift his focus back to her. "Oh God," she cried, bucking her hips and grabbing his head, as his tongue touched her clit, so gently. She didn't let go, almost as if she was worried he might stop if she did.
As he slowly flicked his tongue over her Carol started to move her hips. It was like she was fucking his face and once again his dick started to throb and twitch with jealousy. She started to pant and Daryl knew she was close. He sucked her nub lightly and she cried out. Her grip on his head tightened. She was practically pulling his hair and it should have hurt, but he barely noticed.
Her body started to tense. "Oh - God - Dar - Daryl," she cried. Her body jumped and her grip on his head released. She was shuddering, her eyes closed and her body lying limp on the bed. Wow, Merle was right, he thought, with the sound of her voice screaming his name still echoing in his head. It felt good. He felt practically euphoric with accomplishment.
When she finally opened her eyes he was so ready he couldn't wait another second. Daryl stood, moved to the nightstand and then quickly rolled on a condom. When he moved back to her he nudged her to the middle of the bed. Daryl used all the restraint he had to enter her slowly. He was so turned on by the look on her face when she'd orgasmed. He had never seen a woman look so blissfully satisfied and it made his dick ache knowing he'd caused it. Even through the thin latex he could feel how wet she was. His dick felt warm inside her and it made him shiver with pleasure.
He moved in her, slowly, sensually, fighting off the urge to move faster. He didn't have to fight long though, because he soon realized that the torturously slow pace was every bit as erotic as a quick hard fuck. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was the moment. But slipping his dick out and pushing back into her as deeply as he could reach - slowly, so incredibly slowly - was about to bring on an orgasm much quicker than he'd had since he was a teenager.
Daryl felt slightly panicked. Would speeding up help him last longer in this case? Was it all backwards? Instead of risking it he stopped and bent his head to suck one of her nipples. She gasped and then moaned when he moved to the other nipple. Carol arched her back and sighed. God, this woman was so sexy. She had no fucking idea what she could do to him with a little sound, or a slight movement.
He attacked her mouth and kissed her passionately. Carol kissed him back, hungrily, like she couldn't get enough of him - the feeling was mutual. When he dipped his tongue into her mouth he started to fuck her again, moving his dick and tongue in unison. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd fucked a woman while kissing her. It was so erotic to feel the similar sensations in two completely different areas of his body.
Daryl kissed her the entire time. He kissed her through the build, as his balls started to tighten, and right through the release as his body shuddered and a relaxing warmth reached every part of him. It wasn't until the orgasm had completely faded away that he stopped kissing her and lay down beside her in bed.
Moments later Carol sat up. She looked nervous. "You ain't gotta go," Daryl said.
Her face looked more relaxed immediately. "You sure?" She said, her voice quivering.
He nodded. "But, do me a favor?" He knew he had no right to ask, but he couldn't resist. "Will you take off the lingerie? Sleep naked?" Carol gave him a tiny smile and got out of bed to strip off the garters and lace. Somehow she was even sexier completely nude and Daryl knew right then that he had to draw that body someday. Whether she posed for him or he drew it from memory - he would sketch her perfect curves one day.
Carol climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over her body, clearly feeling shy and self conscious. "Uh, night," she whispered, rolling her back to him. Daryl knew she was feeling awkward and he wanted her to relax so he moved closed and pulled her against him to spoon. If he hadn't just came Daryl knew he would have been hard in seconds, feeling her silky smooth skin touching his body.
"Night," he replied in her ear. Once again it was a first for him to actually care enough to make things less awkward for the woman in his bed. It felt good though and he was asleep in no time.
The next morning he woke up before his alarm and reached to shut it off before rolling out of bed. Daryl quickly dressed and went into the bathroom. When he came out Carol hadn't moved. She was still sleeping on her back with the blanket only covering one breast. A stirring started inside him and Daryl reached for blanket to reluctantly cover her up before he worked himself up a huge boner.
"Carol? Carol?" he nudged her gently. She stretched and rubbed her eyes. "I have to leave for work."
"What time is it?" she groaned.
It took him a minute to reply because she looked so beautiful with her messy hair and sleepy face. "Almost 7. But you can stay, sleep as long as you want."
"Thanks," she replied, covering her mouth as she yawned. Daryl didn't know what else to say so he kissed her forehead and stood up. He started to walk away. "Um, Daryl -" He stopped. "Will I - um - will I ever see you again?"
His heart started to pound and a warm feeling filled his body. Did that mean she wanted to see him again? "Uh - did you want to?" His voice was shaky and he felt like such an idiot. But there was something about her that made him feel like he was young and got him all tongue tied.
Carol bit her lip and looked at him with her big, blue eyes. She nodded, "I do."
Daryl thought quickly and had an idea. "My brother is having a party tomorrow night. Would you come?" The second the words were out of his mouth he was already regretting them. Did he really want her to meet Merle? This soon?
"I would love to," she replied, smiling at him.
Well too late now, he thought. "I'll write down the address, leave it on the table for you. Come around 9. I'll wait for you out front." He walked over to the table and scribbled down his address on a piece of paper. "See you tomorrow," he said, before walking out the door. By the time he got to his bike in the parking garage he was ready to puke. Inviting her to one of Merle's parties was the stupidest thing he'd ever done in his life. He sighed. He really didn't know Carol that well, maybe she loved parties and would have a great time. Somehow he doubted it, but it was done, he'd asked and she was coming. Daryl tried to push away the anxiety and just be happy that she'd wanted to see him again.
By the time he got home to shower before heading to work he was grinning like a fool. She wanted to see him again. And he was completely ignoring that nagging voice in his head that kept telling him this wasn't the time to get involved with anyone.