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*WARNING...STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT: You Are Warned...so get your fans, towels and smokes ready!*
Daryl stood at the refrigerator, door wide and open and looking in while trying to figure out what he wanted to eat. They had gotten back and Carol had almost immediately gone to take a shower and wash her hair to help her cool off from the hot Georgia heat. Daryl had noticed that she had started taking two to three showers a day to help her stay cool and wondered if it had anything to do with the pregnancy or if her being so hot all the time could harm the baby. Granted they kept the air conditioning running and set low, but he was starting to think it was becoming a meat locker with as cool as she had it set to now.
Hearing her coming down the hallway, he glanced over, taking notice that she was only wearing the tee-shirt of his she had claimed as hers now. When she came to his side, he smirked and looked down at her, "Was tryin' to figure out what I wanted ta snack on."
"I can make us up something if you want. Maybe some banana pudding or..."
Eyeing her while she rambled off various things she could make, his eyes traveled over her body, taking in every inch of her. When he reached her bare legs, his mouth watered and his cock seemed to come alive. Lifting his eyes back up, he settled his sighs on her lips, and slipped and arm around her waist, bring her close to him.
"Think I got what I want right here," he said huskily, turning her so she was facing him fully. Glancing at the door to make sure it was shut, he then took the hem of her tee-shirt and lifted the material up and off of her.
Blushing at his obvious desires, Carol rested her hands onto his bared chest and let her fingers play in the light dusting of hair there, "Since when did I become a food group?"
"Always been one ta me," he replied softly, his right hand coming up and lifting her chin. Looking into her eyes, he then let his fingers trail down her neck, "Ya trust me?"
Carol nodded silently, her eyes never leaving his. She couldn't help but wonder what he had in mind for them. It seemed he was always coming up with something new for them to experience sexually together. It was something both had come to enjoy. At times, he would ask her to think something up to try, and she met the challenge, but she always tended to let him take the lead the rest of the time. Now was no different.
Pulling the red rag he always kept in his back pocket, he turned her, her back to him and carefully placed it over her eyes, tying it in place. He felt and saw her shake and leaned in, kissing her shoulder and then whispering in her ear, "It's okay, sweetheart. Ain't gonna hurt ya." He had done this with her before, blindfolding her and she had reacted the same way. It was a fear they were both working on to get her over and each time he was as gentle and caring as he could be. Not once had he pushed her too hard and each time she had seemed to calm down and eventually settle.
Wrapping his arms around her, he kept his lips at her ear, "I want ya ta relax. Gonna sit ya down here on the floor with me. Want ta make ya feel good, okay?"
Carol swallowed, knowing he wouldn't hurt her but the ingrained fear having emerged. Nodding her head, she let him move her to where he wanted her and then with his help sat down on the cold kitchen floor. When he placed her where he wanted her at, she strained her ears to try to figure out what he was doing. She could hear him moving around, drawers in the refrigerator opening and closing and things being moved. Crinkling her brow, she tilted her head ever so slightly, "Daryl, what are you doing?"
Not saying a word, he found what he was looking for and opened the container. With her sitting there bared to him, he smirked as he set aside the bowl and then helped her lean back against the bottom cabinets. Pulling out a ring of the pineapple he found, he placed it onto her breast, pulling a gasp from her at the coldness of it and smirked. Positioning it so her nipple was right in the middle of the ring, he got out another and did the same to the other nipple. Juice dripped down her skin, leaving wet, sticky trails down onto her swollen belly and he couldn't help but lick his lips.
Carol's breath hitched at whatever it was he placed on her skin that was cold. They had never had sex in the kitchen, mainly sticking to the living room, bathroom and bedroom. This was something totally new for them and it excited her. Biting her lip, she then breathed out his name softly, "Daryl..."
Moving the bowl aside some, Daryl then leaned down, his tongue flicking out at her left nipple and teasing it. The taste of the sweet fruit that now coated her skin there filled his mouth and he growled low, enjoying the how his tongue pebbled and hardened her nipple more. Moving to her other breast, he did the same, the nipple hardening under the light touches of his tongue. Sitting back up and admiring her, he then leaned back in, his breath hot at her ear, "You're so fuckin' beautiful, woman."
Carol's breath had increased, her body warming more when his mouth moved back to her left nipple. Her hand came up, finding his hair and her fingers sliding through the lengthening soft strands. Moaning soft as he suckled her nipple with his lips, she then gasped as he pulled at it and then let it slip from them. She felt as she was becoming wet at her core, his ministrations turning her on. A pleasurable ache pulsed through her, the need for more from this man taking over her body.
Daryl's mouth stayed on her breast, licking and sucking at her nipple and loving her response to him. Getting a bit of pineapple, he bite off a piece and then moved up to her lips, offering it to her. When she took it from him, he watched as she slowly chewed the fruit and then licked at her lips, cleaning off the sticky juice he found there. His right hand settled on her hip and he whispered, "Ya want more, sweetheart?"
Nodding slightly, she felt him move again and then took in a quick breath as he nipped at her nipple and then felt his tongue lap at the spot. Her hand remained in his hair, needing to have the contact with him. She had done this before when he had her blindfolded and it seemed to keep her grounded and in the moment with him. When he moved back up, she felt as he gave her another bite, taking it from his lips and letting her own meet his as he passed it to her.
Daryl continued to feed and tease Carol until both pineapple rings were gone. Noticing the trails of sugary juice that had ran down her, he used his tongue to trace each one, cleaning her skin. When he was done, he kissed a wet trail back up to her mouth, kissing her deeply. His tongue teased her's, tasting how sweet her mouth now was from the fruit. Parting from her, he eyed her hungrily and then looked back into the still open refrigerator and spotted his next time sitting in the door. Plucking the bottle out, he set it down and then smirked.
Getting up onto his knees, his hands went to her shoulders, "Lay down for me, woman."
Moving some with his guidance, Carol laid down on the kitchen floor, and got as comfortable as she could get. Her arms laid at her sides, her eyes still covered and she could hear him moving again. Licking her lips, she couldn't help the small smile that was there.
Popping the top of the bottle up, Daryl turned it upside down and then drizzled the chocolate onto her breasts and then a thin line down to her belly. Closing it, he then leaned down, his mouth covering her left nipple and sucking it into his mouth as his tongue swirled around it, collecting the sweet treat that he'd placed there.
Carol's back arched up off the floor, pushing her breasts up into him more. Her breath came out in pants and she couldn't help the low moan that emerged. His mouth had always turned her own, his skillful tongue casting a spell of sorts over her. The ache between her legs grew and she became wetter for him. Swallowing, she panted, "Daryl...please..."
Licking his way over to her other breast, he devoured it, while his hand went to her other breast and rolled the nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Moving from one breast to the other Daryl continued to pleasure her and his tongue mapped out her body. His hand continued to moved across her skin, going down across her hip to her thigh and then knee before coming back up slowly. Releasing her nipple, Daryl gently blew on it as it protruded more. Looking back up, his lips went back to hers, their tongues sliding across the others.
Moving himself, he moved from her mouth down her chin, to her neck, then down her chest. As he went, he licked and kissed at her skin, coming to her bellybutton. Dipping his tongue in, her stomach caved under his touch. Going down further, Daryl came to her red panties. Hooking a finger in each side of it, he began to pull them down her well toned legs until he had them off her.
Lying bare, exposed to him excited her to no end, a small smile playing on her swollen lips. When he nudged her knees open, she let them go with abandonment, inviting him to center himself within the cradle of her legs. An anxious energy swelled inside of her as she waited for him furtively, awaiting the moment where he would introduce her to more.
Moving back between her legs, Daryl then lifted her right leg up to him. Starting at her toes, he began to place soft kisses to her skin. Moving at a slow pace, he kissed down to her ankle and then began moving over her shin. As he continued on his journey of exploring her, his free hand moved up and down her leg. As his kisses made way to her thigh, Daryl placed her leg back down onto the floor. Once down, he started on the other leg, paying the same attention to it as he had the other one.
Carol worked hard to suppress her giggles, concentrating on feeling the attention he was affording her. Never in her life had she been the sole attention of someone's affections. She relished his exploration and bit her lip, feeling his feathery touches all over, even though he was concentrating on her legs at the moment. At another light pass of his finger tips on the back of her leg, a giggle escaped. "Daryl…that tickles."
"Good…" he whispered as he continued. Once to the top of her leg, he placed it back down and began to kiss her hip, moving towards shaved mound. Nuzzling her, he could smell her essence wafting up to him. Feeling his arousal straining against his jeans, Daryl tried to ignore it, wanting to focus only on Carol. Spreading her legs wider, he began to kiss his way down her, until coming to her folds. Slipping out his tongue, he ran it through the slit, finding her clit. Hearing her hiss, he spread her open with his fingers as his tongue ran over her. Pulling another moan from her, Daryl began to greedily lap at her, tasting her juices.
The intensity grew as he kissed her between her legs, the instant reaction being to close them. Feeling him pushing against them, she let them fall open and received him fully, his tongue tantalizing her swollen clit. Unable to contain a lust laden scream, she arched her back and called out his name as he gorged himself on her.
Daryl opened his eyes looking up at Carol as he continued to lap at her core. Seeing her pleasure made him want to give her more, to feel more. Spreading her lips wide, his tongue teased her clit as he ran a finger through her wetness. Sliding his finger to her entrance, he slowly began to push it inside her, her body writhing under his touch and tongue.
Carol moaned as he slipped his finger inside of her, probing her pleasurably as her body moved, inundated with extreme ecstasy as he continued to lap at her while filling her. She felt as if her body would explode, the familiar sensation now crashing through her body. She knew that feeling well and she smiled as her legs became lifeless around him, preparing for her release. She reached down, her fingers going into his hair his hair and held on, effectively keeping him there.
"D-Daryl," she panted as he continued, his tempo increasing. "Daryl…please…ah…DARYL!"
Hearing her cries of pleasure, he continued to tease her clit as his finger slipped out of her and then slipped two back inside. Pushing in harder this time, he hooked his fingers finding her spot and then massage her from the inside. As her breathing began to come in gasps, Daryl's lips moved to her clit and began to suck her hardened nub as his fingers began to pound into her wetness.
The sensations were overwhelming her and she cried out on each thrust, letting go of his hair. The tremors started from deep within as he continued to assault her sex, her body lifting up off of the floor. When she felt she could take no more, the wave rose up to claim her, expelling into his awaiting mouth.
"Oh God, Daryl…DARYL!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the house.
Feeling her muscles clamp down onto his fingers, Daryl continued to move them as his tongue licked at her. When her orgasm finally began to subside, he removed his fingers from her, his mouth going to her entrance and drinking her in. Once satisfied, Daryl slowly began to kiss back up her body, her chest heaving at the excursion from her orgasm. Sucking briefly on each nipple, he then moved to her lips, kissing her passionately and laying down next to her and pushing the red rag up from covering her eyes.
As her body tried to calm, she received the passion filled kiss, her arms finally able to move to encase him, holding him in place. Intertwining her hands behind his neck, her fingers traced his nape, then up into his hair, massaging his scalp slowly. Parting from him, she took a breath and then opened her eyes, moving her hand to his face, caressing it gently.
A smile over took her, "I do believe, you made me scream, Daryl."
"Umm…maybe I can do that again," he replied and then kissed her softly again.
She loved the feeling of his lips on hers and smiled through the kiss. When she finally let him go, she played with his hair, her eyes taking in all of him, "What can I do for you, Daryl? Tell me…"
"What ever ya want, sweetheart." Kissing her neck, he began to suck on the spot near her collar bone, marking her.
"Whatever…I, ah…want," she said breathlessly as he continued to suck on her skin. Her arms went to his back and began to make slow circles, her legs rubbing up against his body. In a swift movement, she pushed him away and lifted herself to her knees, facing him directly. Cocking a brow at him playfully, she smirked, "Sit."
Daryl moved to where she had been and sit down. She came to him and straddled his lap, his hands instantly going to her hips to help her guide her, "Care to take a ride?"
"Always," she smiled.
Once he had Carol in position, he let her slide down onto him, his cock filling her and her arms went around his neck. "I want ta see ya when ya cum, sweetheart."
Carol mounted Daryl and began to ride him. She stared deeply into his eyes as she sunk herself onto his awaiting cock, seeing nothing but absolute love in his blue orbs. Caressing his face, she smiled as she flexed her muscle, whispering, "I want to see you too."
With her breasts near him, Daryl cupped them and lowered his mouth to one, sucking on the nipple. Releasing it, he moved to the other, repeating the same action before moving back up to her mouth. His tongue flicked at her soft swollen lips and then his touch against them as their tongues moved over each other.
The kiss was so seductive, slow and amorous, even her body reacted to it, her nipples jutting out more, the familiar feeling of her release treading right above the surface. He continued to move slowly, drawing out each thrust up into her and she came down, each stroke driving her mad with anticipation. She broke from the kiss and stared at him, her hands running through his hair lovingly.
"I love you," he whispered as he held eye contact with her, both hands now holding her to him as he pushed up into her, her legs wrapped around behind him now. Daryl knew he was nearing his edge again, her body pushing his to the limit and back. His movements began to increase as his body began to tingle, "Can't…hold on…much longer, woman…" he panted.
"Let go," she commanded softly, leaning in more to capture his neck. Sucking the flesh in between her lips, she marked him hearing his moan, feeling his body wracking in preparation for his release. Licking his ear, she whispered one final time as her hips moved, "Just let …go."
Clenching his jaw, his movements increased more as she met each thrust. Gasping for air, he growled out her name in ecstasy as his orgasm hit him hard, he seed spilling out of him as he held onto her and she began to move her hips more.
"Daryl…" she breathed out as she began to ride him harder. Her head lulled back and she closed her eyes, moaning more, "Daryl…I'm…I'm going to cum." Her body began to tremor and she cried out as her body exploded in release, her fingers gripping his shoulders.
Holding onto her, Daryl watched as her orgasm hit, her head going back and her body trembling. Never had he seen her look more beautiful, and he kissed at her exposed neck as she began to slow her movements on him and then stilled. When she began to come down, she rested her head on his shoulder and he rubbed her lower back, keeping her close to him. Both their chest heaved from exertion as they held onto each other. Whispering softly, he began to stroke her hair with one hand, "I love ya, woman…I'll always love ya."
"Love you," she responded lightly, sighing. A lazy smile came upon her and she lifted her head to face him, "Care to go shower off whatever sticky things you had on me?"
Smirking, he then pulled her back to him, nuzzling her neck, "Not now...like ya all sticky and shit. 'Sides, might have ta have another taste test."
Carol laughed, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, "Umm, why do I see us not leaving this kitchen for awhile?"
"Probably cause we won't be," he said, nipping at her skin and causing her to laugh. It was a sound he would never tire of, one he always wanted to hear. Ass long as he heard her laugh, he knew for sure she was happy and that he had given her that happiness.
