Chapter 11

Daryl sat up quickly when the door flew open, and he saw the gleam in her eyes right before she turned to lock the door.

"What's that?" he asked, nodding toward the box in her hand. She tossed it his way, and he caught it, fumbling with it as she stripped down faster than he'd ever seen a woman get naked. "How'd you find 'em?"

"I have my ways," she said softly, tossing the clothes into a pile on the chair by the window.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he groaned, dick twitching against his thigh. "Get over here." She smiled then, watching as he ripped open the box. "Shit, they're all different colors." He grabbed a red one, and Carol smiled widely, crawling across the bed, straddling his hips with her knees. "You in a hurry, sweetheart?" He brushed his hand over her shoulder before she attacked him with a hungry kiss.

"Oh, there's no hurry," she whispered, brushing her lips against his. She felt him tremble under the touch, and she slid her hands down his chest. One had curled around his cock, stroking it to fullness again, and he groaned, scraping his teeth over her lower lip. She gasped against his mouth, swirling her tongue over his, hungry for him, eager for more.

Never in her entire life had she given herself so completely to someone so quickly into a relationship, but with Daryl, it was natural. It was right. Whatever happened tomorrow, this was what she needed—what she wanted—now.

His hands ghosted up her thighs and her hips and over her breasts, cupping them gently before leaning forward, sucking at the spot of skin between her shoulder and her neck, and she gasped sharply, stroking him a little faster. He felt the blood pumping fast and steady beneath his skin, heart thundering as her hand worked magic over him. He groaned then, moving one hand down, gently holding her wrist steady. She pulled back a little, eyes wide, feigning innocence.

"You keep doin' that, it'll be over 'fore it gets started."

"We wouldn't want that, would we?" she purred. Daryl grasped for the condom packet which had fallen to the wayside on the mattress. He unceremoniously tore it open with his teeth and slid the rubber over his dick, praying it wouldn't tear. The condom was bordering on too small and second-skin-tight.

Carol watched his face the whole time, watched the way his eyes fluttered closed for a moment. He reached out for her, hands gliding over her hips and her breasts. Then he looked at her, staring deep into her eyes, blue on blue, pupils dark and wide as he leaned in, bunching one hand into her hair at the nape of her neck, while the other pressed against her lower back, pulling her to him.

She sighed against his mouth, kissing him hungrily as she straddled his hips. She could feel him, heavy, thick and hard pressing against her cleft. Her body began to tremble in anticipation of this moment. Her hands shook as she slid them over his arms and shoulders.

"You ready?" he asked, showing more restraint than she'd expected. She nodded, hesitating briefly as she reached between them, wrapping her hand around his thickness again. He saw the concern in her eyes at that moment, and the flush spread through his cheeks. She was nervous, and he was too, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her. He kissed her softly then. "Lay back." He shifted then, laying her back along the bed pointing toward the foot of the bed. He crawled over her then, settling his hips against hers, sucking at her neck before dropping low to take a nipple between his teeth, tugging gently before soothing over it with his tongue. She cried out softly, arching into his mouth, while his hand moved between them where their hips rested together. He began to stroke her there, pushing two fingers in before spreading the moisture all over, making sure she was fully lubricated. She was shivering then, and he pressed his lips against her as he repeated his motions, and he caught her cry in his mouth, easing his fingers into her once again.

He pushed a third finger into her, stroking her until she was whimpering. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her hips lifted up off the mattress as she moved to the rhythm of his hand.

Her hands came up, fingers dragging through his hair. She was panting then, and he broke away leaning back just enough to see the need in her eyes. She nodded softly, biting her lip as he moved his hand away, skimming it up her thigh, leaving a wet trail along her skin. He circled his hand around his cock, sliding it along her cleft for a moment, lubricating himself against her. She cried out, hips bucking upward as she dug her nails into his back.

"Please," she panted. "I need you inside me." He felt her tongue on his ear, and he about fucking lost it.

"Christ," he grunted, pushing in, sliding the tip just inside. She cried out about his neck, fingers digging harder for purchase. She was warm and wet and tight against the head of his cock, and he was suddenly thankful he'd come twice already that night. Maybe he could last for her.

"Daryl!" she cried out, shifting her hips, taking him in a little deeper. Her head thrashed back against the pillow, and he froze, seeing the way her eyes screwed shut tightly.

"Fuck, m'hurtin' you," he grunted, attempting to pull back. But she wouldn't let him go. Her legs came around his hips, and she locked her ankles together behind him.

"Don't stop. God, don't stop," she panted. "Please." Daryl closed his eyes, trying to remember his own fucking name in that moment as he slowly slid inside of her, surrounding himself by her heat and the pressure of her walls that fluttered around him, stretching to accommodate him.

"You ok?" he panted. She nodded but said nothing, circling her arms around his neck, arching up to bury her face against his neck. "Fuck. You feel so good," he groaned, moving experimentally, feeling the way her walls fit around him like a glove, like they were built solely for each other. Her legs tightened around his hips, and her walls squeezed him like a vice. He sought her mouth out, choking back a cry as the pressure intensified, and he thought he might just lose consciousness. She whimpered against his lips.

She felt like her blood was boiling, a wildfire spreading through her veins. His hands shook as he touched her, as he made love to her, as he kissed the hollow of her throat and dragged a moan out of her like nothing he'd ever heard before.

"Daryl," she panted. "Daryl…" He looked up at her then, brushing his thumb over her pretty pink lips. She kissed the pad of his thumb then, and he bent down, kissing her hungrily, moving his hips a little faster now.

"Please," she whispered against his mouth. "Harder."

"You sure?"

"Don't stop." He pushed himself up then, hands framing either side of her on the mattress as he began to thrust. She cried out against his shoulder, and he felt her bite down, teeth nipping against his skin as he filled her, moving his hips against hers, pulling almost completely out before slamming into her again.

Tears flooded her eyes. Never in her life had she experienced anything that hurt so good. He'd stretched her, that aching burn of neglected muscles and stretching giving way to absolute pleasure, a high that she hadn't felt for so long.

"Please don't stop," she cried out, clawing at his back as he put his weight on his knees and grabbed the backs of her thighs to shift her hips, changing the angle. She was screaming now, biting her cries out on her wrist. "Fuck! Oh, Daryl! Yes! Oh, God!" She pulled the pillow over her face, stifling the cries as she reached orgasm. He reached for the pillow, pulling it back.

"Wanna hear you scream," he grunted. "Don't fight it." She grabbed at his neck, pulling him down on her, sucking his tongue into her mouth as he thrust harder against her. She was whimpering and shaking as he pulled back. His hand moved between her legs, thumb circling her clit, and she went soaring again, screaming louder now.

He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, grunting as he gathered the backs of her legs in his hands again and pulled her closer, pulled himself deeper until the spasm of her walls around his cock finally triggered his own release. He came then, collapsing on top of her, breathing hard and fast against her neck as she stroked his back and shoulders.

He pressed kisses along her shoulder blade and up her neck, behind her ear. She sighed softly when she slid out of her. He heard the sigh against his ear, and he rolled off of her, depositing the rubber in the wastebasket by the bed. He turned back to her, and he saw the smile on her face and the blush on her cheeks.

This was the part he'd never been good at. He'd never been good at the after. The before and the during had always been pretty well received, but he'd never really known what the hell to do with a woman, or with himself for that matter, after it was all said and done. Most of them in the past would just get dressed and leave. Well, she certainly wasn't going to do that.

"You ok?" he asked softly, brushing his hand over her forehead, smoothing back the damp hair that stuck there. She chuckled a little, bringing her hand up his arm, giving it a little squeeze.

"Never better," she promised.

"You wanna sleep?" he asked.

"I'm too awake to sleep," she admitted. "But you look like you're about to drop." She kissed his nose then before pressing her lips against his forehead. "We should sleep."

"We should shower," he snorted. Carol laughed then, and she smiled as he reached for her. When he felt her relax against his chest as they lay with their legs entwined, he realized that there just might be something to this cuddling thing after all.

Carol was the first to wake, and she stretched as the ringing seemed to grow louder. She yawned, reaching for the phone.

"Hello?" she asked, blinking into the late morning light.

"This is your ten o'clock wakeup call," said a man on the other line.

"Oh, ok. Thank you. Um, where's the girl from last night?"

"She went home. I'm here all day if you need anything."

"No, thanks. We'll be leaving shortly," Carol murmured. "Thanks for the call." She hung up and sighed, relaxing against the pillow. She suddenly became very aware that something heavy was lying across her belly. She looked down to see Daryl's head and arm draped over her, and she giggled. The movement over her stomach stirred him from his sleep.

He groaned, turning his head to look at her. Cracking one eye open, he waited for his eyes to adjust and then moved his hand up to grasp her bare breast.

"Well, good morning to you, too," she said with a grin, moving to run her fingers through his hair.

"Hey," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her stomach. "Time is it?"

"Ten. I changed our wakeup call. Thought we might need to sleep in."

"Good thinkin'," he murmured, chuckling as he ran his warm hand over her stomach. He sat up a little, yawning and stretching, and Carol smiled, placing her hand against his back. "Where we goin' today?"

"Oh, I don't know," she murmured. "Maybe we can just drive around and see where the road takes us."

"I like that idea," he murmured sleepily.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm." Carol sat up behind him, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. "Probably ought to get a shower, huh?"

"Why don't you go first."

"Why don't ya join me?" Carol giggled as he reached around and grabbed her, pulling her around and into his lap. She squealed as he pressed his mouth against hers.

"Well, that's an idea," she giggled. "Why don't you go get started? I'll be in shortly." Daryl nodded, kissing her once again before pulling himself out of the bed. Carol blushed at the sight of his bare ass, though she didn't quite know why after everything they'd done the night before.

He slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, and Carol quickly slipped out of the bed and over to the small desk by the television. There was a pen and a pad of paper, and she quickly scribbled down a note.

Tara,

Thank you for all of your help. This has been the best hotel experience I've ever had. Thank you for going above and beyond for your customers.

She blushed as she wrote it, but she folded it up and tucked it inside of her purse, making a mental note to leave it at the desk for her when they turned in their key.