Hey! This took a little longer than I had hoped to get out. Mostly because I got a promotion at work :) and I have been having everyone want to take me out to celebrate. Ace proofed this, this morning for me so I rushed home from work to post it for y'all.
Hopefully this chapter more than makes up for the wait ;) EnglishPoet18 was the one to give me the idea (lots of yummy ideas) for this chapter so she is the one to thank if you like it.
With hungry eyes, Daryl watched as Carol wrapped her towel around herself cutting off his view of her. That ten minute shower had been the longest of Daryl's life. He had thought he knew what would be happening when they both climbed into the shower, but it seemed Carol had other plans. She barely let him touch her, moving just out of his grasp each time he tried. Instead he watched as she washed herself. He was pretty sure she was putting on a show for him, spending a little more time on all the areas he wanted to be touching using her hands instead of that purple loofah she loved so much.
Wrapping a towel around his own waist, Daryl was thoroughly on edge and he wasn't sure how much more of her teasing he could take. He needed to get out of the bathroom before he snapped. Turning his body to slide behind Carol, his eyes narrowed when he caught the gleam in her eyes - it was a look he had seen before. Daryl groaned when Carol took a small step back causing Daryl's front to brush against her back.
Daryl's arms shot out, banding around her waist as he pulled her flush against him. Dipping his head, Daryl rained soft kisses across her shoulder, latching on to the soft skin where her shoulder and neck met. Carol whimpered when he nipped at the skin there, her whimper shooting start to his groin. Suddenly Carol spun out of his grasp, his head swiveling to keep her in his gaze. She braced herself against the bathroom door, a soft giggle escaping from her as she teased him.
"You get a head start," Daryl growled at her. "So you best run because once I leave this bathroom you better be ready."
Carol laughed until she saw the look in his eyes that said he was done with the teasing. Twisting the knob, Carol fled the bathroom. She could hear Daryl behind her almost immediately. Catching her around the waist in the hallway, Carol gasped as Daryl spun her around her back against the wall, his body nearly flush to her front. He had her pinned against the wall with nothing between them but their towels.
Daryl covered her mouth with his own. Carol's response was immediate and electric in its intensity. She gave a soft husky little moan, her arms traveling up his and wrapping around his shoulders. The sense of urgency that swept through Daryl made his blood pound. He had some vague goal of carrying her back down the hallway to the bedroom, but it seemed so far away. The kitchen was suddenly much closer.
Daryl grabbed Carol's ass, lifting her as she wound her legs around his waist, his towel falling away as he moved. He walked her into the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter as his lips continued their assault on hers. His hands were busy removing the barrier between him and her soft skin. Breaking the kiss, both of them panted, Daryl's gaze going to her breasts. They were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. Their shape and size were just perfect for him. He bent his head and drew one nipple gently between his lips, letting her feel the edge of his teeth. He felt her back arch slightly, her sharp intake of breath as her head tipped back, knocking against the cabinets.
"Don't stop!" Carol moaned.
Dropping to his knees, Daryl chuckled. Parting her thighs, he ran his hands over the silken flesh, his touch whisper soft. She was already so wet for him. Raining soft kisses down her center until Carol began to squirm, it was only then that he latched on to her clit, gently sucking at the swollen nub of flesh.
"Daryl," Her hands clenched in his hair.
He parted her with his fingers and kissed her intimately, taking in the scent and taste of her body. When he heard her suck in a breath, he eased a finger into her working her gently, searching for that magic spot.
He knew when he found it.
Carol gave a soft, half startled, half strangled shriek, her walls tightening around him. Her climax took both of them by surprise as it flooded through her. Daryl could feel the gentle contractions of her body. Tight, always so damn tight, he thought.
Daryl stood, taking in his work. Carol was flushed, her chest still heaving from her orgasm. She was absolutely beautiful. Wrapping his hands around the backs of her knees, he pulled her flush against him. He groaned when she began to grind against his pelvis.
It was unfortunate that the counter tops were a bit too high because he would love nothing more than to fuck her right there. Sliding his hands down her thighs, he cupped her ass. Lifting her up, Carol's legs immediately wrapped around his waist, her mouth latching on to his neck nipping, sucking, kissing her way up towards his ear.
Pausing, Daryl surveyed the kitchen trying to decide the best place to continue. He grinned wickedly when his eyes landed on the kitchen chair. Hooking the chair with his foot he pulled it out. Keeping his grip tight he spun them around, lowering himself into the chair.
Both feet planted on the ground, he spread his legs slightly letting Carol feel how hard he was for her. Carol shuddered as she settled in his lap, burying her face in his shoulder while she rolled her hips. Grinding slowly against his hard length, she coated his cock in the slick wetness from her orgasm.
Tossing his head back, Daryl groaned, "God, Carol I want you so much." His voice was ragged with need.
Grasping her hips, Daryl stopped her movements. He held her still, needing a moment to collect himself before he lost it completely. Carol whimpered, wiggling her hips and trying to break his hold on her. She was desperate for him.
"Don't wait. Please don't make me wait," Carol cried.
Tilting her hips to the right angle, Daryl plunged into her, both of them screaming out at the rush of sensation that ripped through them. He shouted her name and drove deeper, the chair swaying slightly from their actions.
Carol threw her head back and clutched at Daryl's shoulders as her release began to sizzle inside her, the fire building until the flames burst through her body. She watched as Daryl's eyes rolled back in his head, his body beginning to convulse against hers. She screamed his name and he caught her shout with a kiss as the last of the tremors vibrated through both of them.
The shrill sound of the telephone woke Daryl from his restful sleep. Rolling over, he slapped his hand around on the side table in search of his phone. He stopped his search when the ringing ceased and he heard Carol's sleep laced voice rasp out a hello.
"Yes, I was still sleeping...It's alright...No I am off today."
Daryl flopped on to his back, an arm thrown over his eyes as he listened to Carol have a conversation with whomever it was that was calling so damn early. He was still tired from last night and he knew Carol had to be too. He was more than okay with sleeping the rest of the morning away with Carol in his arms.
"I will have to ask him. My car is in the shop," Carol said.
Lifting his arm from his eyes, Daryl leaned up on his elbow. Looking over at Carol, he raised an eyebrow at her. Carol shook her head, mouthing Mrs. Wilson. Daryl groaned as he dropped back onto the bed. He didn't know what the old woman wanted, but whatever it was he was pretty damn sure it involved ruining his morning.
Holding the phone away from her mouth Carol leaned over him, running her fingers through his hair.
"Can I borrow the truck for a bit today?"
Nodding, Daryl sighed as Carol continued running her fingers through his hair. The rest of the conversation went completely unheard by him as he just focused on her fingers and how good such a simple action felt.
Carol pressed herself against Daryl, a smile on her face as she watched his eyes flutter open. Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"Good Morning," She whispered.
"Mornin," He whispered back, pulling her down and tucking her into his side. "What did she want?"
Carol sighed, "A ride to run some errands. She doesn't feel safe by herself right now."
Daryl couldn't help the muttered string of curses that let loose from his mouth, causing Carol to stifle a giggle. Looking at her through narrowed eyes, he huffed out a breath as Carol turned her lips up, peppering his chin and jaw with soft kisses.
"It shouldn't take long. Besides, if you're good then maybe I'll buy you a present while I'm out," Carol said.
Daryl smirked, "I'm always good." He let his eyes run up and down her body, reminding her of last night's activities.
Carol blushed, "Yes. Yes, you are."
So was it worth the wait? Have a great afternoon/night!