Chapter 25: Better
Kissing him gave her that exhilarating, gut-tugging feeling like going down a steep hill in a fast car. Her nerves were a jangled mess, and her fingers trembled as she ran them through his hair when he kissed her.
Her foot caught on the rug on his bedroom floor. She stumbled backward but didn't fall. His arms tightened around her, and she gasped against his lips. She pulled back a little, and Daryl's hands paused at her hips.
"You ok?" he asked.
"I'm good," she promised with a smile. "Are you?"
"Yeah," he murmured, gently touching her cheek. She turned her face, pressing a kiss to his palm, and then she reached down to grab the hem of her shirt. She lifted it over her head, shivering when his gaze passed down her throat and over her chest.
He pulled her close again, kissing her softly before trailing tender kisses down her throat and her chest. She arched back a little, gripping his strong shoulders as his tongue teased the tops of her breasts. She shivered, and she bit her lip, closing her eyes and letting him walk her back toward the bed.
This was the part that always frustrated her. The discarding of clothes, the initial kisses right before the big event. That wasn't to say she didn't love it. She did. She absolutely loved every moment, but the fire that was building deep down was already white hot, and she knew she was already wet. Her heart was thrumming a mile a minute, and her hands trembled as she tugged at his shirt.
His mouth was hot and persistent against hers, his teeth gently nipping at her bottom lip, his tongue slipping against hers, and his fingers flexed against her hips until she made him lift them so she could slide his shirt off.
She tossed it to the ground, and she immediately pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. The heat of his skin was a comfort, and when his hands moved up her back, she shivered. This was so new, and while she'd been hesitant about moving on for a long time, when she looked up into his eyes, she knew all that anxiety had been for nothing. The way he looked at her made her feel beautiful, made her feel like they were the only two people and the world. This night was for them.
Her hands were on his shoulders then, stroking down his back and chest, and she nipped gently at his shoulder and felt the rumble of a groan against his throat. Her hands slipped over his stomach then, and the muscles jumped there, and she giggled when he sucked in a sharp breath.
"You ok?" she asked, pressing kisses to his neck and his jaw.
"Good," he panted, gently tugging at the clasp on her bra. The little fucker just wouldn't give way. "Fuck, I can't…" Carol stopped touching him.
"You want to stop?"
"No," he chuckled. "No. I can't get the damn...thing to open." His fingers flipped idly at the back clasp on her bra. Carol's face went red.
"Oh." She bit her bottom lip before turning around so he could work the clasp open. He trailed his hands down her shoulders first, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, and she dropped her head forward, trembling as his fingers worked the clasp open. The straps of her bra fell down her arms, and she let the garment fall from her. Daryl pressed kisses between her shoulder blades, and when he straightened, Carol leaned back against his chest, as his hands moved up her sides and over her breasts. His slightly calloused fingers fluttered over her pebbled nipples, and she gasped softly when his lips and tongue trailed down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, relishing the warmth of his hands and his mouth and the way her skin turned to gooseflesh in the wake of his tender touches.
Carol's hands moved down her own stomach, and she popped open the button on her jeans before sliding the zipper down. To her surprise and delight, Daryl's hand moved down her belly, and his fingers gently dipped into the front of her panties. She whimpered then, grinding back against his obvious erection, and Daryl's trembling fingers stopped just short of where she needed him to touch her the most.
"Hey," she whispered, bringing her arm back to curl around his neck. "I want you to. Please." He was still trembling, and he let out a shaky breath that showed by his relief and his anxiety. He didn't have to tell her. He'd been through emotional hell with his last relationship, and getting intimate with someone new was bound to bring back memories that were best left in the past. "Daryl…" She turned in his arms then, and his gaze washed over her bare breasts. He blew out a slow, shaky breath again, and Carol smiled, pressing another kiss to his chest. "I want you to touch me." Daryl's gaze flickered back up to meet hers, and she could see the blush fill his cheeks again.
So, she took the initiative, sliding her jeans down her hips, bringing her underwear down, too, and she kicked everything aside and stood there before him, hungry for more but needing him to know how very much she wanted this to happen. The way he'd touched her, the way his lips felt against her skin, it was everything. And when she reached out and tugged at the button on his jeans, his fingers curled around her wrist. She looked up at him then, and he chewed his lip before leaning in to kiss her softly.
"I want this," he murmured. "More'n you know."
"We don't have to," she whispered. "If you're not ready. It's new. It's fast." Daryl nodded then, and he kissed her again, this time with a little more confidence. His hands slid down her back and over her ass, and she moaned softly when he gave her a little squeeze. "Oh, yes. Daryl…" She stood onto her tiptoes to kiss him again, and he held her close, the warmth of her naked body seeping through his clothes, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. His head was swimming, and he was certain his senses had never been so keen. Every taste, every touch, every scent, ever sound of their bodies brushing together, of her lips slipping against his had him hungry for more, and when her hand brushed down over his thigh, she gasped and dared to press her hand against his erection. Daryl groaned then, leaning his head back, and she took a step back.
She bit her lip then, and she took his hand, leading him to his bed. She sat down then, and Daryl stood before her, letting his gaze wander over her body from her freckled collarbones to the pale flesh of her breasts and her creamy thighs. She spread her legs for him a little, and his dick surged in his pants. It was painful how tight his jeans were now, and he could see she was wet and dripping for him, and when he managed to tear his gaze away and look back into her eyes, he saw the blush in her face and the way her lips were parted just so. Her shoulders trembled as her breathing quickened, and Daryl reached to undo his pants.
She was watching him, watching the way his fingers still trembled with nervousness, but when she looked at his face, she saw determination and desire, and she reached out for him, helping him. Daryl stepped toward her, and she pressed wet, open mouthed kisses to his stomach, and he groaned, fighting for the strength to hold on, because he wanted to make it good for her. He wanted this to last, because the way things were going, this was definitely going to be a night to remember.
She pulled back when she heard the teeth of his zipper, and she helped him tug his jeans down his legs. He stepped out of them and she grinned at him before pressing another kiss to his stomach. She could see him straining against his boxers, and when she pulled back the band of his shorts, his knees nearly buckled. But he reached down and slid the last garment off, and when he stood, Carol's eyes widened at the sight of him. But she quickly looked up at him and smiled.
"C'mere," she said sweetly, patting the bed beside her. He sat down then, scooting back, and Carol got up off the bed. She stood there for a moment, looking down at him looking up at her, and she watched as he gripped his dick at the base and gave it a couple of strokes. Her mouth watered, but her throat went dry, and she was starting to wonder how this was going to work. She flinched, and she took a deep breath, and it was enough to get his attention. His hand fell back to the bed, and he reached out for her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, taking her hand in his.
"Nothing," she chuckled. "No…nothing."
"Tell me." He pulled her into his arms, and she crawled over him on the bed, straddling his hips with her knees. His dick slid between her thighs, and she moaned and kissed him hungrily. But then he pulled back and leaned his head back against the mattress. He ran his hand up her back and softly caressed her neck. "What's goin' on?"
"I'm good," she promised. "Just…" She let out a little chuckle and rested her forehead against his.
"What?"
"I might need a little help?"
"With what?" He leaned his head back, and she stared down at him with a nervous smile. He really had no idea.
"I…um…you're uh, a little bigger than I'm used to." She watched his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Do you have any lube?"
"Uh…yeah." He nodded toward the drawer. "Next to the condoms." He chewed his lip for a moment when she quirked her eyebrow. "I wasn't expectin' anything. Just…in case, ya know. Be prepared and all that." Carol reached between them then, curling her fingers around his dick and stroking him. His head fell back again, and his chest shuddered with a gasp. "Fuck…that's...don't stop." She watched his mouth fall open and his eyes squeeze shut, and she ran the tip of her thumb over the head before she reached into the drawer and fished out a condom and a little tube of lubricant.
He stared up at her, wordlessly and watched as she rolled the latex over his dick. And then she stared down at him, almost as if she was deciding if she should chance it. And then he saw her resolve fade. She unscrewed the cap and squeezed out a sizeable dollop into her pal and put the tube away. She stroked him again, lubing him up from base to tip over the condom, and Daryl's stomach jumped as the friction brought him close to the edge.
"I might not last," he bit out, as if warning her. He winced, and Carol smiled, leaning forward and kissing him again.
"It's ok. Kiss me." He arched up then, kissing her softly at first, running his hands up and down her back as she stroked him. When she smiled against his kiss, giggling as his fingertips grazed her ribcage, accidentally tickling her, he pulled back to see a pout on her lips. She smiled then, and he wrapped his arms around her, rolling with her until he was crawling over her, kissing the side of her neck. She let go of him for a moment before bringing her arms up around his broad shoulders, and when Daryl reached between them to stroke between her thighs, a cry fell from her lips, and her nails dragged against his scalp. "Daryl…oh, fuck." He chuckled against her neck, and his sudden boost in confidence sent a wave of heat flooding right to her core. She was soaking wet, and his fingers moved between her folds, teasing her opening before coming back up, barely grazing her clit. Her hips jumped off the bed, and she reached between them, taking his wrist in her hand and guiding him right where she needed him to touch her. The second he started stroking her, her hands flew down to the mattress and gripped the blanket beneath them. "Holy shit. Daryl…right there. Don't stop!"
The orgasm ripped through her almost violently, and her head fell back against the mattress while her walls throbbed, aching for him. She knew this could only benefit her in the long run, because she was starting to get those anxious butterflies in her stomach again. When he pulled his hand away and began to trail kisses along her collarbones, his hips shifted, and he nudged against her core. She gasped then, and he began to slowly push inside. Carol cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders. He stopped, pulling back to look at her.
"I'm hurtin' you…"
"It's ok," she bit out. "Just go slow." She curled her leg around his hip, and he pushed in a little further, and for a moment, she felt a little pain as he stretched her, and she squeezed her eyes shut hard. She took a few deep breaths and let them out slowly, concentrating on the way his lips felt when he kissed down her neck and latched onto a nipple. And her core was thrumming again, and the discomfort began to fade, though she felt so full in a way she'd never felt before. Her fingers flexed against his shoulders, and she gave him a little nod. He looked up at her and kissed his way back up her neck before finding her lips again.
"You good?" he murmured, as she slid her tongue out to brush against his lips.
"Mmm. You feel…oh God, you're so big." She moaned when he started to move, and he pushed up a little on his arms, holding himself off of her as her hips rocked with his. "Yeah. Like that. Fuck, that's…" Her head fell back again as he moved, filling her and stretching her as she pulsed and squeezed around him.
His hand moved between them again, gently brushing over her clit in a soft rhythm until she was whining against his mouth and digging her nails into his lower back. She realized he was holding back, and she was a little thankful for it, because while she wanted to feel every bit of him, she knew that next time, they were going to need a little more foreplay.
It still hurt a little, but the pleasure was overwhelming when he picked up the pace just enough to get her moaning.
"So tight," he bit out against her ear as she gently bit down on his shoulder, crying out as his thumb teased her clit until her hips were rocking faster against his.
"Ah," she gasped, when she felt him push in a little deeper, hitting something deep inside that she realized was probably her cervix. Her eyes flew open wide, and she'd always expected pain as the sensation, but instead, a bolt of pleasure crawled through her and settled deep in her belly. She cried out, clenching around him as another orgasm caught her by surprise. And then it happened again, and the breath left her lungs. "Oh!" Daryl stopped then, and he looked down at her, and she covered her face with her hands
"Did I…what…are you ok? Did I hurt you?"
"Don't you dare stop," she panted, bringing her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a hungry kiss. She heard a little laugh escape his throat, and she would have laughed too, but he pulled out suddenly, shifted his weight and pushed back into her, filling her again and making her cry out for more. "Faster. Fuck, Daryl. I need…" Daryl took a deep breath and tugged at her hips and spread her legs to change the angle. She cried out when he started to move again, and her fingers gently scratched at his neck when she started pulling him down to kiss her again. He sucked in a sharp breath, and her eyes flew open in realization. She eyed him, checking for blood, and she saw none.
"Sorry," she pouted, before he grinned and captured her lower lip between his teeth. She let him lay her back and touch her and taste her and bring her close to the brink again, and when she felt him starting to tremble, and her walls squeezed around him again, she knew he close.
"I ain't gonna…" He bit back his words and tensed, and Carol tightened her arms around his shoulders.
"It's ok," she panted against his ear. She knew he was fighting it, maybe a little too hard, because the look on his face before she kissed him again was one of almost panic. But when she kissed him again, he relaxed, but only for a moment, because she felt his cock pulsate, and when he let out a deep groan, she knew.
He buried his face against her neck, and he pulled out of her, shifting his weight so he wasn't crushing her. She started to stroke the back of his hair, but he rolled off of her, face flushed as he stared up at the ceiling.
"M'sorry," he murmured. Carol, breathless herself, narrowed her eyes and rolled onto her side.
"Sorry? What are you apologizing for?" she asked softly, placing her hand on his chest.
"You were close, and…"
"And what?" Carol grinned. "That was intense." She curled up next to him and kissed his shoulder. "It was…" She shook her head. "Wow." Daryl dared to turn his face to look at her. "You don't have to apologize. It was amazing."
"But you didn't…"
"I did," she chuckled. "You got the job done. Believe me. But if you're up for it…" She bit her lip and took his hand. She guided it down between her legs, and she closed her eyes, panting as he started stroking her, his fingers slipping against her pulsing, sodden core.
"Christ," he panted, as Carol clamped her thighs around his wrist, rocking her hips against his hand until she was trembling and gushing around his fingers. When she finally opened her eyes again, he watched a smile twitch at her lips as he pulled his hand away. "You're incredible."
"Mmm." She pressed sleepy, soft kisses to his jaw, and he pulled her close, relishing the feel of her warm body against his.
"You sure you're ok?"
"More than ok," she promised. "A little sore."
"M'sorry."
"Don't apologize," she grinned. "This was…I can't even describe it. Just…god…where have you been all my life?" Daryl's face turned red again, and Carol grinned, kissing him once more. Daryl gently ran his hand up and down her arm, and when she pulled back, he leaned his head back against the pillow.
"Will you stay tonight?" He watched her weigh the options. In the morning, in the harsh light of day, would she regret this? When the smile spread over her face and she nodded, he knew the truth. This was what good was supposed to feel like, and he hoped that feeling would never end.
Author's Note: Well….that happened. I hope you enjoyed the chapter! As always, feedback is very much appreciated.
