Daryl was quiet as he drove. Carol kept stealing glances in his direction, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation. She felt him looking at her every once in awhile. There was a moment they looked at the same time, quickly looking away knowing they had been caught, but smiling in the shared knowledge they were both doing the same thing.
Carol wasn't quite sure what had prompted her to make the decision to have Daryl take her home so they could finally have sex for the first time. She thought about it while he sped down the deserted country roads, taking them closer and closer to privacy and the moment they had both been eagerly awaiting. For her it was a trust issue. Initially she had worried that there was no way he was ready to be faithful to her. Daryl had been freely sowing his wild oats lately as he became more and more of a sex symbol and she hadn't seen any sign of that changing. But when he promised her he was ready to be with her, and only her, Carol believed him. Then she set out her rules, wanting to make it feel like they truly were starting a new relationship. And even though they had both had their sexual moments, they hadn't been completely together.
The time just felt right Carol decided. He had proven he was willing to wait if that's what she wanted. And even though he joked he had never actually pressured her to give in and she respected that. Daryl had showed her could be romantic and thoughtful, and time and time again he demonstrated how well he knew her. Even right then he was doing it. Daryl knew she was nervous and just stayed quiet so she could think and relax. There were times a good distraction was better, but this wasn't one of those times.
He pulled into his driveway and turned off the car. He sat there silently staring forward for a minute, then without looking he found her hand and took it in his, threading their fingers. "Please don't be nervous. I won't hurt you," he said. She knew he didn't mean physically, he meant emotionally. Daryl was promising her again that if she took this step with him she wouldn't regret it - he wouldn't make her regret it, and Carol believed him.
"I know," she said, turning to meet his eye. "I believe you and I'm ready for this." Saying the words out loud helped her believe them. She knew she was ready to be with him. Physically she had been ready for far longer, but now her mind was there too. Finally her head said it was okay to give into the burning ache she felt every time he touched her, or kissed her, or simply looked at her sometimes.
Carol wondered, as they walked into the house, if it was going to be a slow and awkward build up or if he was just going to attack and get right to it. She was wrong on both accounts. It was slow but not the least bit awkward.
Daryl led her to the kitchen - the exquisitely neat and tidy (likely because it was rarely used) kitchen. He pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge and held it up, asking if she wanted some. "Or there's whiskey, rum, vodka, gin or beer, if you'd prefer."
"Wine is perfect," Carol said, giving him a bright smile. A little wine would loosen her up nicely and help with the nerves she was trying hard to ignore.
He poured them both a glass and handed Carol hers, then grabbed his glass and the bottle, and took her to the living room. She sat on the couch and he joined her. They both took a drink and set down their glasses. "Gimme your feet," he requested. Carol lifted them and put them in his lap. He had given her a foot rub before and it was amazing.
She relaxed immediately when he got started. "Tell me what you're thinking," he said softly. There was something different in his voice. It was a tenderness she rarely heard from him. Not because he was gruff with her, but this was clearly a special tone, reserved for very special moments. Carol considered his question for a second, wondering exactly how forthcoming she wanted to be. "It's me. Stop overthinking and just tell me what's on your mind, why you're nervous, what you're scared about, what you're excited about..." Daryl prodded gently as he continued to massage her foot.
"Well, I guess the first thing is that I'm a bit out of practice," Carol admitted with a blush. "It's been a lot longer than I would like to think about," she added.
"Oh good," Daryl said, smiling. "Less pressure. Maybe you won't notice my mediocrity."
Carol snorted, "mediocrity? I highly doubt that, with all your, uh, practice." Daryl didn't respond, just continued to grin and wait for her to continue. "I don't want it to sound like I don't think I'm capable because I know I am, I'm confident in that. It's just the first time with a new partner jitters I guess... And maybe the fact that if something goes wrong I can't avoid you..."
"Nothing will go wrong," Daryl interrupted. She took the interruption as a chance to have another drink or two of wine while he talked. "And listen, if you're not sure... And I don't mean now... I mean anytime, just say the word and I'll stop. Don't ever feel like you can't stop this, okay?"
Whether it was the wine kicking in, the comfort of his words or maybe her raging hormones that had been suppressed too long Carol wasn't sure, but what she was sure of what that she was done talking. "Daryl?" She didn't have to say any more than his name because her desire was written all over her face. He dropped her foot and grabbed her hand, pulling her onto his lap.
Their lips met instantly as they both hungrily initiated the kiss. The mood between them changed from a bit nervous, a bit apprehensive to full on passion the second their lips touched.
Carol quickly realized that it had likely been stupid to be nervous. If the rest was as natural and electrifying as the way it was when they kissed it was going to be magical, beautiful… perfect.
She delved her tongue into his mouth, gliding it over his. He was delicious, intoxicating and she felt her head spinning. It wasn't the same dizziness as the lasting effects of the concussion. It was a pleasurable spin that made her crazy and hungry for more of him. She tangled her fingers in his long hair and pulled him closer, pressing her own body firmly against his. Daryl shifted and she felt his hand on her thigh, moving her so she was straddling him. Once she was where he wanted her Daryl stood up, putting his hands under her legs and ass to support her. He started to walk towards his bedroom, continuing to kiss her the entire way. At one point he stopped in the hallway, pressing her up against the wall. It was so sexy. Carol had never been thrown up against the wall like that before. It was something that happened in movies, not in real life, yet it was happening to her and she fucking loved it.
By the time they made it to the bedroom they were both panting and they pulled apart to catch their breath. Daryl set her down on her feet and studied her, as their chests heaved up and down. "What do you want? Tell me what you want," he said, tracing her jawline with his fingertip.
Her inhibitions were gone. Carol would tell him exactly what she wanted and he would give it to her. "Take your clothes off. Then take off mine," she instructed him.
Without hesitation Daryl stripped off his clothes while she watched. Her eyes washed over his body as he exposed more and more bare skin, from his muscular arms, to his legs and finally to the part of his body she had been dying to fully see, after feeling it in her hands and mouth the night before. He was stiff, not
close to erect, but his desire was certainly evident.
Daryl let her stare at him, standing confidently before her as she boldly checked him out from head to toe once more. "My turn," he whispered, reaching for the buttons on her blouse and undoing them slowly, one by one, until it hung open exposing her bra and bare stomach. The air was cool on her skin, but Carol knew she would be more than warm soon enough. Her heart pounded even harder as his fingers brushed her skin while pushing the shirt off. He removed her pants next, leaving her in her bra and panties. She had chosen a fairly sexy pair of underwear even though she hadn't planned any of this when she picked them out quickly that morning. Daryl walked around behind her, his hands grazing her arm, tummy and then settling on her hips.
He rubbed himself against her ass, up and down several times and Carol wished the thin material wasn't still between them. Eventually he opened the clasp on her bra and let it fall away, reaching immediately from around behind to cup her breasts. He kissed her neck while he played with her tits and continued to grind his dick against her ass.
"Get rid of the panties Daryl," she groaned as he pinched her nipple hard, sending a flood of heat to her core. He hooked his fingers inside her underwear and drew them slowly down, biting her ass on the way by, causing her to squeal in surprise.
When he got them to the floor she stepped out and Daryl picked them up. "Fuck, these are soaked," he said huskily. It wasn't something she didn't know already. Carol was pretty sure they were soaked the minute he had pulled her into his lap in the living room, perhaps even sooner. He wrapped his arms around her and spoke into her ear, "now what?"
Carol could have said a number of things, there were so many options. But what she really wanted was to find out what his instincts were, because she had a feeling he knew exactly what she would like. Not just because of his experience, but because he knew her so well. "I think you know," she replied leaning back into him. "I trust you." Those three words said everything about their relationship. They obviously weren't anywhere close to the other three words, but she trusted him in every way and that's all that mattered.
Carol was right to trust him. The second he moved her on to the bed and opened her legs she didn't care if it was his tongue or his dick that was coming next, either one would be incredible. It was his tongue that came first and she quickly learned that Daryl had a knack for pleasuring a woman orally. Not that it surprised her. She would have been more surprised if he wasn't terribly skilled at it. Carol was quite sure she had never come that fast in her entire life. It was almost embarrassingly quick. If she was a guy she would have blushed bright red and ran off to hide somewhere. But that was one of the perks of being a woman. Multiple orgasms in quick succession were a very real possibility in capable hands. And Daryl's hands were more than capable.
He seemed to be enjoying lapping up the flood of juices he'd just caused and it somehow made her even hornier. She knew when he finally fucked her chances were very good she would orgasm again and she couldn't wait. She tangled her fingers in his hair and gently tugged him up to her mouth kissing him deep, tasting her own desire on his lips and tongue.
Daryl pressed the tip of his dick against her and while they continued to kiss he pressed harder, slipping very slowly inside her and swallowing up the moans escaping her lips as he filled her up.
Carol couldn't remember the last time sex had been this good and he hadn't even started to move yet. When he did she gasped. He filled her wall to wall and with every thrust he took her further from reality into a dizzying place where she could barely focus, yet had no desire to anyway. He may have started painfully slow, but before long he was doing what she could only describe as pounding her.
Carol relaxed her body, accepting his thrusts and enjoying every furious stab. She was getting close and as if he sensed it, or perhaps was getting too close himself, Daryl withdrew. Her eyes flew open and she gave him a disappointed glare.
He grinned at her. It was his sexy grin that could get him out of pretty much anything and she suddenly forgave him for stopping. "On your hands and knees," he commanded her.
Carol obeyed quickly. For one, because she loved doggy style, but also because the quicker she was ready, the quicker his dick would be back inside her where it belonged. Mission accomplished, she thought as he placed his hands firmly on her ass and plunged back inside her to finish the job. Daryl slapped her ass, fairly hard. It hurt, but she groaned with pleasure hoping he would do it again. She was surprised. She had no idea she was a fan of a little bit of S&M. Not that she wanted the whips and chains anytime soon, but another good spanking was fine by her.
Daryl fucked her hard and fast and she took it and craved anything he could give her. She changed the angle so he could push even deeper and the feeling of getting close returned. "Oh god," she gasped, ready for the orgasm to take her. Just a split second before it hit Daryl spanked her again and her world exploded, shattering into a million pieces of delicious chaos. Somewhere during her momentary ignorance of reality he also reached his peak. She was pretty sure she heard him grunt as he emptied into her, but she was still too far gone, reeling with the remnants of her own orgasm to be completely sure.
Lying in his arms, catching their breath and their senses afterwards Carol was completely sure she had worried for nothing. She knew him well enough to know if he had been disappointed. And the look on his face told her he was far from disappointed. His words confirmed it. "Well that was definitely worth the wait," he chuckled, kissing her shoulder.
"I'll second that," Carol replied, joining their hands and sighing contently.
They lay there silently for a long time but it wasn't awkward at all. They didn't need words. It was no surprise that it was Daryl who finally broke the silence. "Come on, let's get dressed and go get some food somewhere," he said. It was late in the afternoon and she had barely eaten a thing all day, so she was most certainly game for a bite to eat.
"Okay, but there's one thing I need to do first," she said, with a wicked grin. She leaned over him and reached for the nightstand drawer, pulling it open.
"Oh nooooo," Daryl groaned. "I warned you not to look in there."
"I was fully expecting a collection of porn mags," Carol said, closing the drawer with a laugh, trying to fight off the girly tears that were threatening to spill. "You never cease to amaze me Dixon."
