Carol was lying in the middle of his cot with Daryl hovering over her, naked, fully aroused, and looking like he was ready to devour her - if he wasn't so incredibly nervous. His voice cracked when he spoke and his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "Are you - still - sure?"
A smile broke out on her face. How could he possibly believe she would stop him at this point? It was quite endearing to see him so uncertain and tentative, but behind the gruff man with anger issues, that's really who he was - shy, reserved, a little awkward. He said he was a different man now, but Carol wasn't sure she believed that. "I'm still sure. Very, very sure."
While he continued to hesitate she took a moment to enjoy his naked form. Daryl had a very sexy body, whether he believed it or not. His shoulders were broad, but his hips were narrow. It created a V-shape that was so arousing to her. He had a few tattoos, but they didn't bother her. She didn't see anything offensive or crazy. Carol knew he has scars on his back, she had seen them before. He was self conscious about them and assuming he was abused she could completely understand and relate. The fact he'd taken his shirt off at all said a lot and she felt honored he was comfortable enough to do that with her.
Before she laid down on the bed she had touched him - she couldn't resist. He could barely stand her rubbing him through the jeans, so she hadn't lingered long. But she needed to know how his dick felt in her hands - commit it to memory and get even more excited by how hard he was.
Her body was still tingling from the orgasm, but there was also a building of arousal starting inside her - somewhere deep in her loins, growing like a fire that was being fanned. If she knew nothing else in that moment the one thing she was sure of was that she wanted to have sex with him. She couldn't think of any reason why it could be wrong - except the nagging thought in the back of her mind about protection. She could only hope he was clean. Pregnancy was a possibility, but she hadn't had her period in several months. She'd always been irregular. She was with Ed for 10 years before she finally got pregnant with Sophia and she had never used contraceptives afterwards either, yet she hadn't got pregnant with a second child. Carol pushed those thoughts away and took a deep breath as Daryl finally started to move, climbing onto the cot.
She adjusted her legs so he could kneel between them. Daryl dug down and found some strength. He grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her closer. The head of his cock was so close to her - less than an inch between them. Carol held her breath and watch his face as he closed the gap and felt the first contact between his dick and her slick heat. He looked like he was going to tear up with emotion. He looked like it was something he had wanted far longer than the few months they had known each other and Carol knew that ruse was up - whether he would admit it or not.
Daryl pushed all the way in and she sighed. It felt so amazing to have him inside her. It wasn't just the physical - even though that was absolutely incredible - but there was also an emotional attachment, realizing that two were now one and they had taken a step you can never go back from. Even if he pulled out now and didn't finish Daryl had penetrated her and they would always have that moment of union. Carol was quite confident he wouldn't be pulling out until he was good and done though.
She was surprised when Daryl reached for her hands and pulled her up. He wrapped his arms around her and held her against him, still buried deep inside her. Instead of starting to move he kissed her. It was so sensual and quite erotic to be joined like that while kissing passionately. Carol hadn't been with a man before who was the least bit romantic and she would suspect that Daryl would never consider himself a romantic either, but this moment told her a different story.
As they kissed he started to rock his hips, just slightly at first, barely moving inside her, but as they kissed longer and more passionately he moved his hips even more. Finally Carol couldn't take it anymore, she broke the kiss and leaned back a bit, giving him even more leverage to fuck her. Daryl put his hands on her hips. She had one arm around his neck and the other was free. She reached for a breast and toyed with her nipple, causing a swirling tingle, that quickly turned to an ache. Suddenly Daryl bent his head and took the other nipple in his mouth. It distracted his rhythm for a moment, but it felt too good for her to care.
When he released her the moisture from his mouth left her nipple cold when it hit the air, but the rest of her body was on fire. Using her grip on him for leverage Carol started to move with him, matching his rhythm and intensifying the feel and depth.
Daryl groaned - clearly she had intensified things for him as well. He was looking at her, apologetically and Carol realized he was getting close. She could have slowed down or stopped what she was doing, maybe helped him last a little longer, but the control she had over him was exciting. Carol was delighted by the idea that what she was doing was going to help send him over the edge. So she continued and she gave him a wicked grin to let him know exactly what she was doing. And when he finally did cum - with a grunt - she wrapped Daryl up in her arms and held him while he enjoyed the pleasure.
After a moment he finally looked up at her and Carol cupped his face. She looked him in the eye before placing a tender, lingering kiss on his lips. She didn't want to part. She wanted to stay joined and never leave their union. Reluctantly she slipped off of him, out of his lap and lay down on the bed, on her side. Daryl laid down beside her and Carol put her head on his chest. His heart was pounding against her cheek and she lay there quietly listening as it slowly returned to a normal beat.
She was sleepy and Carol let her eyes close, enjoying the warmth of their bodies. She drifted off without even realizing it until he nudged her. "Hey, wake up."
Carol rubbed her eyes. "Hmm, oh? I fell asleep?"
"Yeah, but you can't stay. You gotta go." Carol sat up to look at him. She suddenly felt nervous. Was he upset with what had happened? What was going on. "You can't sleep out here - with me."
"Oh - um - did I - did I do something wrong?" Carol asked. She was so confused and quite terrified.
Daryl shook his head and sat up too. "No, it's not - it's not that. I can't -" His voice trailed off. "Please just trust me?" His eyes were pleading with her to understand which made it even more confusing. "Can you do that? Can you just trust me?"
"I - I - I don't know. What's going on?" Carol stammered, on the brink of tears.
"Please don't - don't cry," Daryl begged her. He was getting frustrated, but so was she. "Dammit, just trust me. It's nothing to do with what just happened. Nothing to do with you. It's me. You just can't stay -" He jumped out of bed and started to get dressed.
"What are you ruining this?" Carol got out.
Daryl's eyes flashed, but he gathered himself before he spoke. "I'm not ruining anything. I'm not trying to, I mean. It was amazing."
Carol was having trouble breathing. "Then why can't I stay?"
Daryl handed her all of her clothes from off of the floor and he sat down beside her. "If I promise I will tell you soon will you trust me?" he asked, looking into her eyes. When Carol looked back she saw something she hadn't noticed before. Pain. It was killing him to do what he was doing. It was like he said - it wasn't about her, it was about him. A bit of the anxiety eased and Carol found herself nodding. "Thank you." It was only two words but they were so incredibly genuine and heartfelt she started to truly believe everything would be fine.
Carol dressed quickly and stood up. She was about to head for the tent flap when she felt his hand wrap around her wrist. When she turned he moved to her lips and kissed her. "I ain't never gonna forget this night," Daryl said, his voice barely a whisper. "Night Carol."
"Night," she whispered back, cupping his face one last time, committing the feel to memory before she ducked out. Unless she wanted to spend the unforeseeable future worrying she would just have to trust him. What other choice did she have?
Carol jogged through the dark the short distance to the house. As she passed Lori's room on the way to her own she grinned and had to stifle a giggle. She absolutely couldn't wait to tell her friend what a crazy turn of events had occurred.
