Steeple guide me to my hearth and home. Thirty-Three by The Smashing Pumpkins

Daryl crawled over her and pulled the blanket with him, the air conditioning was on and they were wet from the rain. Goosebumps erupted all over them, from the air conditioning and from desire for each other. It wasn't old yet and probably would never be. They might not have been each other's first love but they would be each other's last.

Carol had long gotten over her worry about the age difference or if he wanted more children, he had more than shown her just what she meant to him. She returned his affections in kind and made sure he always knew how important he was to her.

She had been alone a long time, the years had ticked by and left her at a standstill, and then he was there. She couldn't wait to marry him.

It had taken him quite a while to work up the nerve to propose. It was silly really, they loved each other, and he was almost sure she would say yes. But, that fear of too much happiness, or of letting himself be happy when he knew all too well that it could change in the blink of an eye.

It kept his feet in one place for quite a while. Emily was well over a year when he proposed and he wasn't afraid anymore to live.

It was because of Carol, with her One Day at a Time philosophy had given him hope and freedom, and she set him free from his fears.

His body was hard and slippery against hers as he held her hands over her head and stared deeply into her eyes. He was going to love her forever, until his dying breath and her name would be the last one he would ever utter.

"You're going to be my wife, you saved me." He whispered, kissing her and bringing his hot mouth over to her ear. "Thank you."

They tried really hard not to be too noisy, Emily's room was right next door and Merle had ears like a hawk.

"You saved me too." She muttered, in a hushed voice watching his eyes. "I love you sweetheart."

He let go of her hands and brought his own hands down over her neck and chest. Then he followed with his lips to her thighs, and in one swift move he flipped her over on her stomach, laying himself over her. Carol sighed at the feel of his weight on her body, it was sweet and delicious, sinful how good it felt.

Daryl's lips were at her ear and he moved her hair off of her neck, kissing and biting softly. Carol moaned as he brought his hand around and swiped his fingers over her lips.

"You want my dick sweetheart?" He said pressing it against her ass for emphasis while slipping his finger into her mouth.

"Yes." She said parting her lips and sucking his finger, swirling her tongue around it slowly and she felt his dick twitch.

"How do you want it?" He crooned in her ear, pulling his finger from her mouth. He rose up on his knees and took her by the back of her legs, pulling her towards the end of the bed at a snail's pace. "Do you want it slow and gentle baby?"

His feet hit the floor and he pulled her to her feet in front of him, his arms went around her waist and his hands over her breasts. He palmed them as her head fell back on his shoulder, and he kissed her neck. She moaned louder as he bit lightly into the soft flesh of her collarbone.

"Mmmmmmm." Was all she could manage to say.

"Or fast and hard." He bent her over the bed, waiting for her to consent. He always checked first, especially when she couldn't see his eyes, he always wanted it to be good for her. Not being able to look at each other required more and he always made sure she got what she needed.

"Yes." She moaned. "Harder."

That was all the encouragement he needed, he grasped her by her hips and pushed into her. Carol huffed out a breath as he thrust into her wildly, just the way she asked.

"You want more sweetheart?" He groaned running his hands over her ass and up her back. He brought one arm around her waist and pulled her up closer to him. She stood on tip toe while he almost pulled her off her feet, waiting for her to call the shots.

"Yes." She breathed out, slapping her hands down on the bed, effectively lifting her hips more into him and he didn't stop. "Yes, more, more."

She would beg if she had to, she couldn't get enough and he was so deep inside her this way

Daryl pushed harder and harder, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back into her hard with a grunt and she kept saying more and harder. He was always ready to make a lady happy and slammed into her harder and harder, feeling the warmth start to spread through his body.

With his other hand he massaged her breast and nipple until she was almost coming unglued, then he went in for the kill shot. He brought his hand from her breast and reached between her legs, forming a V with his fingers on either side of her clit.

"Don't stop, Daryl, Ohh don't stop." She whined and he could feel her legs shaking already. He increased the pressure of his fingers, knowing she wouldn't be able to take much of it combined with how deep he was inside of her.

He was starting to get that love drunk feeling, as if his body was boneless and his mind was taken over by another force. A few more minutes and he was going to be lost in the fog of it and the feeling of her.

"I won't." He answered, feeling her body start to contract around him and it made him dizzy. "I won't stop." He breathed out, almost in a stupor, and tightened the grip he had around her waist. Now he was holding on for dear life as she called out his name softly.

"Oh my god." She panted. "Oh my god, oh my god."

"Fuck." He groaned as he felt his body hurling towards oblivion right after her. "Oh fuck yes." He pulled her closer and let it all go, emptying everything inside of her, his entire being. "Fuck yes…. Fuck…. yes."

Daryl pulled her up and turned her around and kissed her desperately, then pulled her by the hand back into the bed. They laid down under the blankets and he pulled her close against him, kissing the side of her head.

"Can we get married soon?" He asked in the darkness and Carol smiled shaking her head yes.