Chapter 19 – A Series of Firsts

Even though the kiss was sweet and simple, Carol found herself breathing heavily from the sheer power of it. If she was honest with herself, she would say that the temptation of laying down on the tarps and begging him to make love to her was great. She couldn't do that though. This had to be done correctly. She could tell that he was holding back for her, holding her comfort above his desires; she couldn't help but want to both love him for it and plead with him to hurry things up. She should be terrified of this. After the years with Ed, what happened with Doug, and Ed's return, she should be petrified of letting any man touch her. She knew this to be the motivation behind his restraint as certain as she knew she wanted to lose all restraint. Perhaps he would be ok with her setting the pace? It couldn't hurt to try.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her. When he was right beside her, she sat on the floor, and motioned for him to join her. She did all this without releasing her hold on him. He was no idiot, he sat down beside her so that their thighs were touching. That just wouldn't do for what she had in mind however, so she pivoted a bit, so she was facing him. She gently brought her hand up to his face and was delighted to see his eyes close softly at her touch. He nuzzled into her hand a bit and kissed her palm sweetly. She went in and gave him a sweet but passionate kiss that spoke to what a future together would be like. She actually had to stop herself from laying down and dragging him on top of her. That's how strong her desire for him was.

"Daryl, please open your eyes and look at me."

His eyes fluttered open, and he fixed her with a gentle gaze. She could see his feelings in that one glimpse. He felt for her how she felt for him. She just knew it.

"When I said 'stay' earlier…I meant that to mean more than for tonight. I care for you in a way that I am ashamed to say I never felt about my husband. Maybe that's why he…."

"Don't do that. Nothing you did or said was your fault with him."

"I'll try, I promise. But I do…feel more for you. So, when I said 'stay', what I meant was stay here with me if you want me as much as I want you. Live here with me, let's turn your house into our home. That is, if you want to."

"I want to. I really do. I want to, and I want you. I want everything that us being together could bring. I was afraid of saying all that cuz I didn't wanna scare ya off. But I want. I do."

Carol stood up, offering her hand. Daryl looked at her closely. She wasn't shaking. She didn't look scared. In fact, at that moment, he could practically see her neon sign heart eyes that Glenn had talked about. She looked like that for him. Damn, was he a lucky bastard. He took her hand and allowed himself to stand beside her. Hands still joined; she began to lead him upstairs. She didn't stop at the second floor. She kept leading him up the stairs to her attic bedroom.

He hadn't been up there for a few days. He was surprised at the amount of work she had obviously done to it. There were no cobwebs in sight, and all dust had been removed. The floors shined like she had gotten some wood mopping done. Her bed, the one he had brought her, was neatly made up. She had fashioned curtains from a tablecloth left behind. It afforded her privacy even though the only things that could have seen her were birds in the forest.

She led him to the bed and bade him to sit down. He was no fool. He sat. He wasn't sure what would come next, but what occurred is something he hadn't imagined. Instead of sitting down with him, she had him scoot back a bit and placed her knees on either side of his thighs. The gentle straddle was not pressing things together as of yet, but he couldn't deny the fact that he knew that was the direction in which they were heading.

He wasn't sure what he should do with his hands. He wanted this to be her show. She needed to lead with what she felt comfortable with. Daryl knew he would forever hate himself if he did anything to ruin this moment or make her uncomfortable. So, he waited for her next move. When she lowered her hips and gave an experimental roll against him, he groaned in pleasure. He was already mostly hard, but that turned him to pure stone. Still, he waited, careful not to push her into the next move. It had to be all her.

Carol continued the rolling grinding motion of her hips, coming down harder and faster. She did all this while plundering his mouth with her lithe little tongue. He was quickly losing self-control. He wanted to roll her onto her back and show her exactly what she meant to him. He wanted to touch, tease, and taste her before making passionate love to her. But still, he stayed his hand.

She was beginning to become frustrated. She needed him to touch her and couldn't understand why he wasn't. She knew he wanted her; she could feel the hard evidence of that. She paused her movements to look into his eyes. She looked deeply until she thought she understood. He was waiting for her. So, she rolled over onto her back on the mattress and crooked a finger in a 'come-hither' motion before speaking.

"Come down here with me Daryl. I need you to show me how you feel about me. I trust you. Just please be with me."

That was more than enough for him. Standing up, he removed his boots and shirt before diving onto the bed. He lay himself between her thighs and took her mouth in a deep long kiss. Her thighs came around him and the resultant moans from the kisses were music to his ears. He brought his hands up tentatively, wanting to cup one breast, looking her in the eyes for permission. She granted his request. He began to explore her above her clothing. Her delight was punctuated by gasps and sighs. He was definitely on the right track.

When she removed her shirt and bared all that skin for him, he dove in on a personal mission to taste every one of the freckles that he discovered there. She was so soft, and her skin tasted amazing. After familiarizing himself with every inch of skin he could reach, he began to touch her through her bra, again asking wordlessly for permission. Receiving a desperate nod, he relieved her of the soft lace. Her nipples were small dusty tan pebbles. He delighted in bringing them into his mouth, sucking and lathing. She gasped at the feel and instinctively squeezed her thighs tighter.

Soon, what they were doing was not enough for either of them. Carol began unbuckling his belt while he began to unfasten her jeans. Together they worked to relieve each other of all clothing except her panties and his boxer briefs. More grinding ensued, and Carol was trembling hard at the sensations. It was at once too much and not enough. They both wanted more.

It was Daryl who took that all important last step of removing the last of the clothing barriers they wore. Her panties joined his boxer briefs in being tossed off the side of the bed. The attic was hot, so they didn't bother to climb under the covers. They were both desperate to touch and taste each other, that it was a bit of a fumble before Daryl gently pushed her down on her back. He waited for permission before nosing in close to her sex. The smell alone was enough to make him worried about blowing his load. But then he tasted her, and it was pure heaven. He knew he would gladly stay down there for hours any other time. But this time, he was desperate to show her the most exquisite pleasure.

His tongue, lips, and fingers all danced together to bring her to the edge before slowing down and easing off. He did this repeatedly until Carol was practically growling and begging for him to finish things. He finally could take no more, so he plunged two fingers into her deep recesses, and angled them to find her spot. He fingered that spot mercilessly while simultaneously wrapping his lips around her clit and gently sucking. Less than a minute of doing that and Carol was falling down from the heavens lined with pleasure. As she came down, Daryl gently stroked her until it became too much for her sensitive body. When he parted, she immediately felt the loss profoundly.

Carol had never been a selfish woman. She pushed Daryl down on the bed and crawled over him. She made a motion to impart her intentions, practically salivating at the idea of taking his thick shaft in her mouth. But Daryl stopped her. She wasn't sure his motivations, so she looked to him for answers.

"You can do that if you want, and I will love it. But right now, I just wanna make love to you. That alright?"

"Make…love?"

"Love, Carol. Ya gotta know that I love ya. I want a future with ya here. I wanna be your man, and I want you to be mine. I love ya, Carol."

Carol sniffled but smiled. "I love you too Daryl."

That night was a night of many firsts. The first time they tasted each other, the first time Daryl stretched Carol's walls to completion, and their first I love yous. They knew with these firsts that there would be years ahead of them to repeat the motions of their lovemaking. But they also knew that all the firsts would be with them forever.