When Carol woke the next morning she was still comfortably wrapped in Daryl's embrace. She was pretty sure he had held her all night and the thought caused a grin to spread across her face. At some point her nightie had crept up and her silky panties were resting against his cotton boxers. She shifted and realized Daryl was completely hard. How convenient? She thought, reaching a hand behind her body to grip him. Carol stroked him through the material and felt Daryl stretch out beside her, waking.
"Mmm," he groaned as she rolled to face him. Daryl's eyes fluttered open and she looked into the beautiful blue, moving away a wisp of hair that was in the way. "How are you feeling?" he asked, sleepily.
"Good enough," Carol replied, reaching between his legs to cup his balls, before dragging her hand gently up his shaft. The underwear were annoying her so Carol reached to tug them off. He lifted his hips to help her as she worked them down, freeing his delightful erection.
"Good enough for what?" Daryl asked with a grin, playing dumb. She pulled her nightgown off over her head and slipped out of the panties. "Oh now I see what you have in mind," he moaned as she straddled him, rubbing herself against his dick slowly. He seemed momentarily lost in the pleasure but suddenly a serious look flashed across his face. "Wait, what if it's too soon?" He rolled out from under her, gently flipping Carol onto the bed. "Maybe we should wait a little longer," Daryl said, putting a bit more distance between them.
Carol was not having any of it. "Get back over here now," she commanded him. "My vagina is perfectly fine, I promise. So either you give me what I want or I'll do it myself." She slipped a hand between her legs to demonstrate.
Daryl was still frozen in place. He looked ready to pounce on her, but at the same time there was this deep concern in his eyes. Carol upped her game. She slid a finger inside herself. "Oh God, so wet," she groaned, watching his face. "Don't you want this?" she asked, spreading her legs wider, giving him a full view of the prize. "Oh Fuck Daryl, don't you want your cock in my warm, wet puss..." She didn't quite get the words out when he finally gave in and dove on top of her.
Carol barely got her hand out of the way before he was pushing into her. What a wonderful turn of events, she thought. She had been prepared to ride him and do all the work, but now there she was, lying back to enjoy being fucked instead. And he really was masterful at "the fuck". The way he developed a rhythm, yet easily changed pace was incredible. She didn't have a lot of experience, but she knew with other men she had to make a point of letting them know what she liked with a well-timed moan or a little bit of begging for more. But with Daryl she never had to think about it. If she sighed or cried out, which she tended to do a lot with him, it was because it just happened, naturally. If Carol begged for more it was because she wanted to or was compelled to, not because she needed to.
Sometimes she liked to talk dirty because she knew what it did to Daryl, well men in general really. But if the fervor of which he was fucking her wasn't proof of how much a little pillow talk revved him up, nothing was. Carol almost laughed out loud thinking about how she had expected their first time, post near-drowning to go. She assumed Daryl would treat her like a china doll that might break. Carol figured if he was in control it would have been a nice and easy, slow, almost lazy pace that could have made her practically insane. There was a time and place for slow and easy love making and it would come for them eventually. Maybe one of those middle of the night, half asleep encounters, but what she wanted and needed that morning was a hard, quick and dirty fuck. And that's exactly what she was getting.
She knew Daryl was getting close when he reached for her clit and begged her to come as he rubbed her. The irony of the situation was that she was about to come seconds before he touched her, but the distraction sent her euphoria to a different area momentarily. It still didn't take long. His voice low and husky could likely send her over the edge on its own, the rest was icing on the cake. The last thought on her mind before the orgasm took over control of her body and brain was that she would love to try phone sex with him sometime. For so long she'd kept her sexuality under wraps, but all those years with Ed it had always been there, just below the surface - ignored. Now, for the first time in years she was able to truly be herself with someone and it felt amazing.
By the time her eyes fluttered open Daryl was lying half beside her, half still on top, panting. Enough of his weight was off of her that it wasn't uncomfortable in the least. When he caught his breath he moved off her completely and looked at her with concern, "shit, I'm sorry. Are you ok?"
"Daryl, stop, I told you I'm fine," she replied. "Actually, right now, I've never been better," she said, with a flirty smile.
"If you're sure," he started, but the look Carol gave him ended that. Daryl propped himself on an elbow, "okay then, what do you want to do today?"
Carol had already thought of the answer to that question. "Well, you still have the bike right?" He nodded. "I know Amber should be long gone now and we don't have to leave the resort... And I know being in the water should be the last thing on my mind... But I really want to see the waterfalls and walk through the jungle a bit." She smiled, "can you talk to your friend downstairs and find out which site tends to be the most private?"
"Private waterfalls, huh?" Daryl grinned back. "Sounds good to me."
"And maybe on the way back we can finally hit the outdoor market," Carol added. She knew he really wanted to go there, and she did too. She was hoping to find something interesting to take home for one of her girlfriends at work.
Two hours later they were hiking up a path through the jungle, headed to one of Fiji's spectacular waterfalls. Carol was excited and she was not disappointed when they arrived. The waterfall was the most spectacular natural wonder she had ever seen. They could feel the mist from a long ways away and as they got closer the roar of the rushing water picked up. One of the smaller waterfalls had been recommended because the majority of tourists like to see the larger, even more spectacular ones. But she was more than happy with their choice. There were areas on each side where you could actually stand right under the falling water. And a large pool where you could swim. But the part Carol was most looking forward to was going in behind the waterfall. It was something she had always dreamed of doing.
Who knew it would be Daryl back there with her? The roar of the falls made it difficult to communicate, but neither really had any desire to speak. There were spots you could just barely see out through the water, but everything was distorted. The mist and spray felt amazing on her skin and Carol let a smile spread across her face. When she looked at Daryl he was smiling too and her heart skipped a beat. She had no idea when she might be in a place like this again and she couldn't resist the urge to kiss him. They were completely alone, for the time being, and Carol wanted to remember the moment as being one of the most romantic of her life.
She met his eye and he knew what she wanted. Daryl walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. Their bodies were wet and she slipped her hands up and down his back, feeling his hard muscles under her fingers. When his lips met hers he kissed her softly at first. She met his tongue with hers and they developed a familiar rhythm. He pulled her tighter so she was flush against his body and Carol could feel his erection. She wondered how he could always get from zero to 100 so quickly. She wasn't complaining, but it made her want what he had to offer and they certainly weren't in the place for that. While they were alone at the moment, they had seen others hiking through the jungle and knew at any time someone could appear.
Daryl spun her and backed her up against the cool wall. She gasped into his mouth as her back connected with the smooth rock. He tugged at the bottom of her two piece and Carol tried to fight him off. "We can't, not here," she spoke into his ear.
"Come on, it'll be quick," he replied back, into her ear. "I'm so horny," Daryl whined.
Carol had no idea she would agreed until her bottoms were tugged down just far enough and Daryl pulled his dick out of his swim trunks. She nodded. He hooked her leg up over his hip and sunk into her with a low groan. "Tell me you didn't want this," Daryl growled into her ear as he fucked her hard and fast, like earlier. But this was different. It was frantic and dangerously exciting. This was the kind of sex Carol was thinking of the other night when she wanted to go back to that gazebo. It was so insanely erotic, yet the setting was romantic and it was like the two were competing.
Daryl bit her shoulder and the pain sent a wave of pleasure through her body. He was pounding her, driving deep to her core with every delicious thrust. She dug her nails hard into his back, holding on. She never expected she would actually come with a quickie fuck like this but she realized quickly she was going to. She dug her nails in harder as the orgasm consumed her. She clutched him hard, as he continued to fuck her with a feral look in his gorgeous blue eyes. When Daryl finally came she had released her death grip on his back and held him gently as he collapsed against her.
They had barely got their clothing back in place when a man and woman entered their little sanctuary. Carol looked at him, her eyes wide. Daryl blushed a bit then grinned and took her hand, leading her back through the downpour to the other side of the falls. Yep, definitely not forgetting this moment any time soon, she thought, biting the inside of her lip to keep from smiling like an idiot.
The market was another experience altogether. It was huge and crazy busy. The sights, sounds, smells… were intense and memorable. Carol could have wandered around there all day, but not surprisingly Daryl happened to be one of those get in, get out kind of shoppers. He knew what he was looking for and once he found it he started to get antsy. Carol let him squirm for a while, but when he started to look pouty she decided to pick what she wanted so they could leave. She opted for a cute handmade drum and a shell necklace she knew her friend would love.
Carol grabbed a couple wooden bracelets and three necklaces she couldn't choose between for herself and paid the lady at the stall. She knew most people tried to barter, but she had no desire to get into that. In the grand scheme of things her purchase was far cheaper than it would have been at home anyway.
When they got back to the hotel they changed into clean clothes and went for a quick supper. Carol was not the least bit tired when they made it back to the room yet again. "It's still early," she said, looking at the alarm clock by the bed. "Let's just go down to the theme party and get crazy drunk."
"What's the theme tonight?" Daryl asked, as if it mattered.
"Hmm, looks like country night," Carol replied looking at the events calendar on the desk. How convenient. She was still convinced Daryl was a country boy at heart.
"Oh shit… fuck that, let's just stay here and drink," Daryl groaned.
She was surprised. "What are you up to? I know you like country music…"
Daryl blushed. It had been a while since she'd seen his face turn that dark red shade. "But you don't, do ya?" He licked at his lips. "I was trying not to be that stereotypical redneck."
Carol couldn't help it - she giggled. "You're a goof," she laughed. "I like country. I like a little bit of everything. And I don't care what kind of music you love, or if you're a stereotypical redneck… You make me smile, and laugh… and I'm having the time of my life." He looked relieved. "So come on," she said dragging him towards the door. "If it's lame we'll just do 10 rounds with Jose Cuervo, then come back here and fuck."
"Jesus woman, I think I love you," he chuckled, patting her ass lightly as they headed out the door.
