With shaky hands they began to undress one another, taking turns peeling off layers. Daryl was incredibly thankful that Carol's hands were trembling every bit as much as his. He hadn't expected it though. She was so confident about everything else. And she flirted with him so easily.
When they were both stripped to their underwear, with Carol still in her bra, the trembling intensified. "I'm sorry," Carol apologized, with a nervous laugh. "I've thought about this so many times, but I had no idea I would be this terrified."
Her hand was resting on the elastic band of his boxers and Daryl covered it with his own hand. They may have been shaky alone, but together they were steady. "I'm scared too," he admitted gently.
"Daryl… how long has it been for you?" she asked, with a little smile. "Oh God, you don't have to tell me," Carol added quickly, blushing a bit from her impulsive question.
"You know what? I honestly don't even remember the last woman I was with. It was likely some drunk girl from one of Merle's parties," he looked at her, shamed at his admission. "Whoever it was she didn't matter to me. And it was a very long time ago."
"Don't do that," Carol said, recognizing the look of indignity. She placed a hand on his cheek. "That's not who you are anymore." She didn't give him a chance to respond but kissed him tenderly instead. "Are you ready?" Carol asked, looking a little more confident. She tucked her fingers inside his waistband and waited for his answer.
"I have never been more ready for anything in my life," Daryl replied. No matter how ready he was, it still didn't dispel the nerves he was feeling about allowing anyone to see him completely naked. But the look in Carol's eyes as they washed over his body after removing the last shred of clothing made him blush. Not from embarrassment, but humility. She was looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
While he had a hard time believing it about himself, as he peeled off Carol's bra and slipped off her panties, Daryl knew she was indeed the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. She had gorgeous curves. The swell of her hips was perfect, yet unexpected from someone so lean. Daryl longed to touch her breasts. He'd wanted to touch them for a long time. Every time she bent over in one of those damn shirts she wore he got a full view down the front. He had been aching to hold her tits for years and now he had the opportunity and all he could do was continue to stare.
Daryl knew it would have been hilarious to anyone watching them. Both completely naked, standing a couple feet apart, just staring at each other. It was like neither wanted to make that first move, afraid they might do something wrong. Finally Carol laughed, "are we going to stand here all day?"
The both stepped forward at the same time crashing into one another. While it could have been awkward, it wasn't. The second their naked flesh touched it ignited something in them both. Daryl was overcome with the need to pleasure her and satisfy his own needs which far over powered the butterflies in his stomach. And from the way Carol's hand snaked between them and was stroking his dick he was pretty sure her nerves had lost out as well.
Daryl struggled to keep his knees from buckling as the feel of her smooth hand was somehow making him even harder than he already was. He had to focus on something else or there was a good chance they weren't going to make the intercourse part before she made him explode. He zoned in on her beautiful breasts, taking one in each hand and holding their weight. Daryl leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. It went instantly hard and Carol inhaled sharply. It caused her to stop what she was doing long enough to give him a much needed break.
Daryl quickly deflected by sweeping her off her feet when Carol made a move to begin rubbing him again. She gasped in surprise but relaxed into his arms and let him carry her to the bed. He set her down and looked over her gorgeous body. There was so much he wanted to do to that body, but his dick ached to be inside her. Daryl knew if he waited much longer the tension would only increase exponentially and he'd likely come before he was even fully inside her. It wasn't just that he hadn't been with a woman in years. He'd never been with a woman he cared so much about in his entire life. She was special, and perfect, and Daryl was 1000 percent in love with her.
Carol understood. That was another thing he loved about her. He didn't have to say anything. He could just look at her and she knew. It was part of the connection they had. Carol knew him like no one else ever could. She never embarrassed him, or forced him to explain things, she just got it - got him. "I'm ready," she breathed. Her words swirled around in his brain. How many times had he dreamt about her saying those words? The insanity of it all was that if he hadn't finally let her go, they never would have been where they were right then. Daryl had never believed in soulmates or fate or any of that shit until that moment, looking into her eyes and knowing she was the only one for him.
As Daryl entered her slowly he saw moisture pooling in her eyes, but he knew they were tears of joy. He couldn't remember a time that being inside a woman felt so right and natural. It had always been physical - carnal, nothing more. But adding the emotional aspect changed everything. Suddenly, what he wanted, what he was feeling… didn't matter as much. It was all about her. Giving her what she wanted, making her feel good, and showing her how much he loved her.
Daryl pushed deep inside her and Carol let out a tiny whimper. He paused for a minute, leaning in to kiss her while he was fully buried in her heat. Daryl pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting her and enjoying every second. He may have kissed her longer, but Carol wriggled underneath him, silently begging to be fucked.
He started slowly, thinking it might help him last a little longer. But she felt so good that Daryl knew speed was not going to be a factor whatsoever. Fast, slow, it didn't matter. He would try his best to last, but it was pretty much out of his hands at that point. Pulling out completely, likely wouldn't have even bought him any more time.
Carol looked so beautiful, her eyes closed and a look of pure bliss on her face. Daryl loved that he was the one causing it, and making her groan and tremble with pleasure. He sped up and with only a few strokes she cried out and her body quivered. Daryl felt an odd sense of accomplishment and instantly realized he could finally let go. When he finally came it hit him like a bolt of lightning, coursing electricity through his entire body. It was explosive and his vision burst to bright white before it faded completely to blackness as his body jerked with release. Daryl never wanted the moment to end and felt sadness as the last ripples faded away. The sadness disappeared immediately when he opened his eyes and looked at her again. "Carol, I love you," he said softly, still joined with her. The words escaped his lips as if they were destined to be said and there was no holding them back.
She looked like she was going to cry, but somehow held back the tears as she replied, "I love you too Daryl." No one since his mother had ever spoke those words to him and they hit like a truck. Daryl felt physically weak and had to lie down beside her. Nothing more needed to be said in that moment and it was one he would never forget.
They laid there quietly for a long time, enjoying the feel of one another, basking in the amazing experience they had just shared. Eventually Carol spoke up. Daryl knew it was coming eventually. She knew him very well, but Daryl also knew her. "So you know I missed you more than words can say. And I'm happier than I've ever been. But I just have to know…" Carol gave him a look that made him want to die of embarrassment, "Tell me why you thought burning down a shelter in the middle of the forest was a good idea?"