The second her hands made contact with his bare skin, wrapping around his dick and feeling him completely hard with desire, Daryl knew he needed to get things started. He was barely surviving her touch, what if she started to stroke him? Or decided to take him in her mouth? Even the thought of either made him twitch.
Daryl wanted this moment to be beautiful and special in ways neither of them had experienced before. Carol had already admitted this would be somewhat of a first for her and it was the same for him in similar ways. Carol leaned over and reached for the condom that was sitting on the night stand. Perhaps she recognized his need to avoid any further foreplay that involved her touching him, or perhaps she was just ready for it too. It didn't matter which was the case, all that mattered was that everything was moving in the direction he needed it to move.
After slowly removing his clothing, Carol tore open the packet and helped him get the protection in place. Daryl barely survived the process and had to take several deep breaths to compose himself. He took over control again, easing her back onto the bed and hovering over her. Their eyes locked and Daryl saw so much in the endless pools of blue. He wasn't sure if he really was getting better at reading non-verbal cues or if she was just so perfectly expressive that even a guy like him could figure it out. The comforting part was that he saw everything he was feeling: desire, need, happiness and just a tiny bit of nervousness with a hint of fear.
"Are you okay? Are you ready?" he asked gently.
Carol parted her knees to allow him to adjust his position, "I'm ready. I trust you."
Daryl didn't even know he needed to hear that she trusted him until after she said it. But after he heard those words he knew with absolute certainly that he was ready and so was she. Daryl slid his hands down the length of her thighs, to her hips as he lined up to enter her. The tip of his dick was hovering just over her opening and Daryl could see it the area was glistening with moisture. He wished there wasn't a barrier between her heat and his cock, but he knew it was necessary. In fact, he was hoping it might even help him last a little longer. Chances were slim though.
He started to move into her slowly gauging her reaction with every inch. The look on her face was encouraging with her lips parted slightly and eyes crazy with pleasure. The little whimpers she made as he filled her up were absolutely delightful. Carol was genuine. Everything about her was honest and unassuming. Daryl had never been with a woman with even an ounce of what Carol had in spades. "Oh God," she gasped when he was fully inside her, frozen in place to allow them both to just enjoy the feel of one another.
She was tight around him and warm, so incredibly warm. When Daryl didn't move for a long time she clenched her inner muscles, squeezing his cock lightly. "Holy fuck," he muttered. She did it again and Daryl moaned. It was such a simple thing, yet it hit him with an intensity he never would have expected. It soon became apparent that Carol was getting impatient. She lifted her hips, taking him even deeper, then bucked against him slightly. The tiny bit of movement was too much to resist. Daryl pulled out slowly, then pushed back into her and they both groaned with pleasure.
He picked up the pace, but still kept it quite slow, reaching his hands up to cup her breasts. Carol arched her back, sighing as he circled her nipples with his thumbs, flicking the instantly hard nubs. Daryl loved every expression on her face and every little sound she couldn't hold back. He never wanted it to end, it was too perfect.
"Oh God Daryl, please, faster," Carol begged. She was begging him. Carol was actually begging him. No one had ever begged him before. Maybe he'd never given them the chance, didn't really matter. She was begging and he wanted nothing more than to oblige her every whim. She wanted faster so he gave her faster. He pushed in and pulled out over and over, frantically pounding into her, knowing he was coming close, so close. Daryl focused on holding on, just a little longer, knowing she was almost there too. Carol was clutching his shoulders, her nails were digging into his flesh. It hurt like hell but felt incredible. Finally her body shuddered and Carol cried out, squeezing and digging her nails into him even harder. He had a strangely erotic desire for her to draw blood, but was too focussed on the feeling in his groin area to pay attention to anything else for more than a brief second.
Finally… finally… he could let go… Daryl felt his balls tighten like never before, drawing up tight, followed by such an intense release he could help but grunt with pleasure. A wave of dizziness took over and Daryl felt like he was actually going to black out. Panting he fell on top of her, not meaning to crush her with his weight, but not able to control his muscles for a moment. "Shit, I'm sorry," he muttered rolling off her. "Are you okay?"
Carol had a lazy, blissful smile on her face. "Mmm, hmm," she said sleepily. "Never been better." Any chance of basking in the afterglow or discussing what they just shared was immediately interrupted by the ringing of the phone. "Noooo," Carol groaned. "I'm not going to answer it…"
"You have to, what if it's security?" Daryl urged her. "Maybe they found him."
"Oh fine," she huffed reaching for the phone beside the bed. "Hello?" Daryl watched her face as she listened to the voice on the other end. She looked rather perplexed and hung up without saying goodbye. "It was an automated message," Carol said, looking shocked. "They want everyone to Hall-S within 15 minutes for an important announcement…"
Daryl felt panic set inside him. What could they possibly have to say that they would call the entire ship to the largest hall on board? "What do you think it's about?" he asked her, standing up and starting to pass Carol her clothes and get into his own.
"I can't even guess," she replied, dressing quickly.
They made their way into the crowds of people heading for the same place they were. Amidst the nervous chatter and terrified looks Daryl reached for Carol's hand. As soon as he was holding it he felt so much better, instantly calmer. She gave him a tiny smile and squeezed to let him know she needed it too.
They stood around in the crowd as the place filled up. After about 20 minutes a man stepped up to the microphone and everyone quieted down. "My name is Derek Fraser and I'm the Captain of this ship. I have brought you all here tonight to let you know about a serious tropical storm that's unfortunately blown into out path. It's currently a tropical storm but experts expect it will be upgraded to a class 2 or 3 hurricane by morning, with potential to develop into a class 5." There were several gasps in the crowd and chatter started amongst them. The Captain waited for it to die down before continuing. "We will be diverting our course, which should mean we will only hit the outer edge of the storm. But we have decided it's best to head for shore and dock a couple of days until the storm passes. This means we won't be arriving back home as scheduled…" The chatter picked up again. "Please rest assured we will make every effort for those who need to make arrangement at home to be able to do so…" Carol leaned against Daryl and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "We ask that everyone please go to the restaurant of your choice and take food and supplies back to your cabins if necessary. Until we reach shore we don't want anyone on deck." He paused and gave the crowd a minute to process things once again. "We should be starting to hit the edge of the storm within a couple of hours. Curfew starts at Midnight folks, please respect the safety of the crew and your own wellbeing as we batten down the hatches and get through this." The Captain gave a salute and stepped away from the microphone. The second he was through talking the room erupted with loud voices – some scared, some angry.
Daryl reached for Carol's hand again and tugged it, "come on, let's get out of here." For some reason the storm didn't scare him at all. Daryl led Carol from the room with a smile he couldn't hide. The only thing that he could focus on from the entire speech was that he was getting two extra days - with her.