AN: And the moment, I'm sure, many of you have been waiting for. Happy Monday :)

Chapter 9

"We could play Yahtzee?" Carol said quickly, as Daryl's arms wrapped around her from behind. "Rummy? Poker… Oh fuck…" she muttered as she became fully aware that Daryl had not changed clothes at all, he had merely removed the wet clothes and dried himself off. He was holding her in his arms and he was completely naked.

"Don't pretend you don't want this," Daryl growled into her ear. He slipped his hands under her shirt and ran his palms over her belly. "I know you're wet, right now," he added, cupping her breasts. And you would be correct, Carol thought, feeling the sensation of arousal spreading through her. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my dick inside you," he breathed into her ear. "You're a naughty girl you know? Teasing me like you have. You like being a bad girl, don't you?"

"Yes," Carol replied with an embarrassing whimper. What the fuck was happening? Daryl… this was Daryl… her best friend in the whole world… Her shy, bashful bestie. And she was giving this alter ego he'd somehow miraculously developed in a matter of days complete control and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop it. Does it really matter? She wondered. He's right, you want him to fuck you like you've never wanted it before. Just give in and let him. But he likes you being a bad girl, another voice in her head piped up. Show him just how bad you can be.

Though she was at a deadlock in her mind as to how exactly this scene was going to play out, there was one thing she knew: Daryl was going to fuck her – soon. "Stop thinking," he said, before sucking her neck.

"You're gonna give me a hickey," Carol moaned, not really giving a shit if he gave her 30 hickeys.

"Then turn around," he demanded. "Kiss me."

In one swift motion she turned in his arms, shoved her fingers deep into his long, damp hair and aggressively found his mouth. He wanted to be kissed, so Carol would fucking kiss him. She would show him she was far from a prude, in case the last few days had left him with any doubts. While her tongue sought entrance into his mouth, her fingers twisted in his hair, locking him in place. Carol probed deep with her tongue, tasting him, exploring, demanding his full attention. When he pushed back she allowed him in and sucked his tongue gently, giving him a little hint of what it would feel like for other parts to be in her warm mouth.

Carol let her hands slip out of his hair and drop down slowly down his back until she found his ass. She grabbed it and firmly pulled their groin areas together. Daryl's skin was cool in her hands, but the air was warm. She had almost completely forgot about the storm raging outside when a huge boom of thunder rumbled so hard it felt like the ground was shaking. Startled, she pulled back, her heart hammering both with arousal and surprise.

"You have way too much clothing on," Daryl said, smiling at her.

"Or maybe you're not wearing enough," she teased back, putting her arms across her chest, hoping to disguise how badly her hands were shaking.

"Oh no you don't," Daryl said, reaching for her t shirt. He paused, "unless you don't want this…" his hands were holding the bottom of her shirt but he made no move to pull it off. "Tell me you want to be fucked. You know I want you. Look at me. See how badly I want you." She started with his eyes, meeting the gorgeous blue and immediately seeing the desire. Carol let her eyes wander down his body and fixed them on his erection. Jesus, fucking Christ, she

wanted to scream. He was beautiful. And she knew he would feel so good inside her.

Carol pushed his hands away, returning her gaze to Daryl's eyes, just in time to see the disappointment pool there. It faded as she pulled off her own shirt and removed her capris, then reached for the clasp on her bra, letting it fall away.

"Before you get too excited…" Carol started.

"Uh, too fucking late," he interrupted, reaching for her.

Carol put a hand on his chest to stop his advance. "We don't have condoms," she said.

"Always the responsible one, aren't ya?" Daryl teased her. "I have one, in my wallet."

"One's all we need for now," Carol replied, a bright smile spreading across her face. She really was concerned they might have to put an end to the party until they made a trip back to town for rubbers. Daryl found his wallet and pulled out a foil packet, then tossed it on the bed for when they needed it. "Well then, I guess I can get rid of these too," Carol said, working her panties down to the floor and kicking them aside.

She stood in place, unmoving as Daryl circled her body and explored her with touches, nips and kisses. The first time around he brushed her nipples with his fingertips, but the second trip he paused to suck them, one at a time. As he released each one Carol had to resist the urge to grab his head and shove her tits right back into his face. His tongue was magical. If it felt this good on her breasts, how incredible was it going to feel flicking her clit? She needed to know. She needed to know right away. She put a hand on the top of his head and shoved him down off her breast, pushing him lower, letting Daryl know what she wanted.

"Yeah?" he said, cocking his head to the side and looking up at her with an easy smile.

"Oh yeah," Carol sighed. "You're gonna make me come Daryl. Then you will fuck me and make me come again. And if you even think of finishing before you pleasure me thoroughly there will be consequences."

"Lay down," he said, standing and taking her hand, helping her ease onto the air mattress. "Spread your legs," he ordered her and Carol obeyed. The air felt cool on the moisture at the surface, even though it was insanely hot in the tent. Daryl groaned as he stared at her, stroking his dick a couple times. It was so fucking sexy watching him touch himself she almost wanted to ask him to keep doing it and masturbate along with him. But that tongue. She needed to know what he could do with that tongue.

Carol reached between her legs and spread her folds, giving him an even better view, causing Daryl to groan again. But it also drew him in and she soon felt the rough stubble of his cheeks brushing the inside of her thighs. She tensed in anticipation of the very first lick, but he didn't head right for her clit. Daryl nipped at the sensitive areas and nibbled and sucked on her folds, raising goosebumps all over her body and sending even more slick lubricant to flood her core.

He pushed his tongue deep inside her and Carol lifted her hips, urging him even farther. "Holy fuck Daryl, Christ…" she moaned, bucking her hips, wriggling, doing whatever she could to increase the pleasure even more. "No, no, no, " she whined when he removed his tongue. All was right once again though, when he finally made his way to her clit. The first lick rocked her entire body, pleasure rippling through her from head to toe.

Daryl may have been a shitty canoer, a terrible cook, a bad ladder climber, but holy fuck did the man know how to orally pleasure a woman. And Caro; had a sneaky suspicion the boy could fuck too. She wasn't going to last much longer and about the time he slipped two fingers inside her to help send her over the edge Carol was already gone. "Oh, oh my… oh… fuck…" she got out in choppy, strangled cries as the wave of euphoria swept over her. Her body clenched around his fingers. It felt strong to her, and she wondered if he could feel it.

Carol got her answer. "Whoa, that was an intense one," Daryl said, lifting his head from between her legs, but working his fingers in and out of her a few more times to feel the last few throbs of her pussy.

She sat up, feeling a little shaky, but still aroused even after such an incredible release. "Um so, I know I said I like giving blow jobs, and I swear… I was telling the God honest truth, but would you be at all disappointed if we went straight to the fucking now?" Carol could have demanded he take her. She could have been aggressive and took over and fucked him, but she wanted to give him choice and make him feel like the decision had been his alone. She wanted to fuel his need to control, his need to dominate, but in her heart Carol knew she was manipulating him into doing exactly what she wanted.

Daryl didn't answer, he simply picked up the condom and carefully tore it open, pulling out the latex ring. "Let me," Carol said, taking it from him. She grasped him with a shaky hand, wrapping her entire hand around his girth and running it up and down, slowly. He was so hard and his dick quivered with her touch. She needed him inside her like a junkie needed a hit. Carol held the tip of the condom and rolled it expertly down his shaft.

"Done that a few times, huh?" Daryl teased her. He knew she hadn't been with anyone in a long time, yet he still teased her and it made her smile.

"Perhaps," Carol replied. If he knew how long it had truly been he would have been surprised. Too long really. They spent a lot of time together and she knew he hadn't been serious with anyone but she wasn't entirely sure he hadn't had one night stands.

"Then I guess I better bring my A game," Daryl said, leaning in and nuzzling her cheek, then biting her ear lobe. He eased her back onto the mattress. It bounced as he adjusted his own position and Carol realized she'd never fucked on an air mattress before. She wondered if it might be annoying, but all thoughts of annoyance flew right out the window when he pushed her legs apart and gently brushed her opening with the tip of his dick. She grasped at his thighs, urging him closer. Daryl slipped just inside her and Carol moaned. He pushed deeper and she cried out, "shit. God…" He was very well endowed. It had been a long time since she'd been fucked, even longer since she'd had a man who filled her like Daryl did. Carol felt a sheen of sweat cover her body as he started to move in and out of her. She lifted her hips to meet him, allowing him to thrust even deeper.

"You feel fucking incredible," Daryl groaned, picking up the pace. The air mattress was bouncing and rocking and Carol wondered if they might pop the damn thing. But at that point she didn't give a shit. "Jesus, you're so tight and so fucking wet… I don't know how much longer…"

Carol was close too, but she needed a little longer, "Don't you dare come Daryl, I'm first."

He slowed down for a minute, catching his breath and giving himself a better chance. It was a win win for him because the slow deep thrusts were hitting just the right spot for Carol. The second he started moving faster again she was going to explode. She caught his eye and they shared a look. He understood, grasped her hips and started to fuck her hard and fast. She reached for anything she could grasp, needing so squeeze something, grip it… Carol balled her fists in the sleeping bag and clutched tightly as her world exploded. The first orgasm was intense but this one surpassed even that, sending her spiralling into a pool of dizzy pleasure. She remembered hearing Daryl grunt out her name but nothing else until she opened her eyes with his weight bearing down on her.

Carol traced her fingers lightly over his back, feeling the moisture of sweat on her fingertips. He was breathing heavy, just like she was. She kissed his temple lightly before Daryl pulled out, holding the condom at the base and rolling onto his back beside her.

"That just happened…" Daryl said in awe and disbelief. Finally, his mask had cracked and she was getting a little glimpse of the man she knew so well. Once again she felt a pang, indicating that she missed his shy, sweet side. But she was really reaping the benefits his alter ego had to offer so she decided not to call him on it just yet.

"Yeah, that just happened," Carol echoed. She propped herself up on her elbow and grinned at him. "So, it's still storming… Yahtzee?"