OK Vickih has been a very good girl and she'll get what she wants. Vicki, I can't wait to see one of your stories with at least implied Meh to repay me for my very good deed! This is Grade A smut.
Terminus II (Caryl)
Carol was pre-treating the many stains in Daryl's filthy clothes when she heard him call from the bathroom. "Hey, need some help in here." She left the clothes in the kitchen sink and walked to the bathroom thinking that he probably needed help trimming his beard. What she saw when she opened the door took the air out of her lungs. In the past she'd seen Daryl in varying states of undress but this was completely different. Steam was swirling all around him as he stood facing her, completely nude and semi-erect. He placed his towel in the sink and met her eyes. "Y'interested," he asked almost shyly. Carol gently closed the door behind her and nodded. "Yes," she sighed softly.
She couldn't help but stare at him. He was so beautiful. He had cleaned up his beard and his skin shone pink from vigorous scrubbing. His arms were well muscled as were his long legs. His cock was large and beautiful. She shook herself when she realized she was gaping and she saw that he had a small smile on his face. All she could think to say was, "But I'm dirty." He moved close to her and her hands unconsciously inched up his chest as his encircled her hips. He was so warm. He dipped his head so his face was close to hers and rumbled his reply, "Gotta shower in here, ya just need yer clothes off." Carol's eyes met his and suddenly she laughed. Her laughter was smothered by his open mouth kiss and she couldn't help but weave her fingers through his beard as he backed her against the sink. His skin was moist and hot from the shower and evidence of his arousal was now firmly sandwiched between them. Her laughter had now turned to whimpers, she could hardly keep up with his voracious kisses and now he was rubbing himself on her. What have I gotten myself into?, she thought fearfully then she was lost again in the heat of his skin.
Somehow her clothes melted off and they were in the shower with the water pouring over their heads. Daryl's kisses became gentler when they reached her neck and Carol dug her nails into his back. Her body was already quivering and he had barely even touched her yet. The wetness between her legs turned into a persistent ache and when his fingers pinched her nipples she cried out sharply as the ache sent flares of almost pain through her body. This couldn't be her body, she knew her body and it had never reacted like this. She was so out of control that all she could manage was a breathless, "Daryl." He raised his head and she could see in his eyes that he was consumed. It was clear that there was no turning back of either of them.
He had the bar of soap and he rubbed it firmly between legs, never breaking eye contact with her. She fought to maintain his gaze as her face began to grimace. Oh God no, she thought wildly. We've only been in here for a few… She leaned back against the wall and hung onto the edge of the shower tile above her as her body began to rock. "Oh God Daryl," she moaned as he kept up the maddeningly slow movements with the soap. She opened her eyes again to see him staring at her intently, his mouth slightly open in fascination as one hand caressed her with the soap while the other played with a nipple. He licked his lips carefully and slowly moved down to suck the other nipple sharply into his mouth. Carol felt herself begin to fall apart and she spread her legs unconsciously as she shook. She could hear the shameful wetness of herself against the soap bar and as the tremor built she thrashed her head back and forth. Not a good girl, no I'm not a good girl Daryl….She gritted her teeth to bite back the screams as the orgasm racked her body and the tidal wave of pressure released within her. "Ooooooooooooh," she moaned. "I'm not a good girl, Daryl!" she cried helplessly as she rode the spasms that splattered warm wetness on her thighs.
Her body felt boneless as she sagged against the wall and she was suddenly mortified that she yelled out her inner sex thoughts. He must think I'm a whore, she thought frantically and her eyes snapped open to search his. Daryl Dixon was looking at her like she had just walked out of a spacecraft on the White House lawn. The next thing she knew she was being lifted out of the tub and the shower curtain came off the rod as Daryl battled to carry her out of the bathroom. "You bet you fuckin' ain't," he growled when he got the door opened and they burst into the kitchen. He let go of her legs with one arm so he could crush her mouth to his and they tottered through the kitchen towards the bed that was hidden behind a privacy curtain. Daryl was puffing like a freight train as he pushed Carol against the table that skidded on the floor knocking over Judith's breakfast dishes. She got them turned around to bounce off of the other wall, upsetting her spice rack in the process.
Finally Daryl was able to throw an arm out and rip down the curtain in front of the bed. Carol fell back onto the bed, pulling him down on top of her. She took the opportunity to run her hands along his body, she couldn't believe how good he felt. Daryl looked at her with wild eyes and she knew there was no time for ceremony. She opened her legs and he sunk into her with an eager whine. "Oh God, you're so big. That's so good baby," whispered Carol as he pushed roughly. She shuddered involuntarily as he moved against the top of her and stretched her to fit him. She felt the shocks throughout her whole body and she knew just a couple more times and she'd be gone. Daryl grunted and moved awkwardly and she helped him by moving her hips in a natural rhythm. She knew he wasn't experienced and she wanted him to have all of her.
His grunts were coming faster and she knew he was trying to hold it but she wanted him to feel his pleasure. "Come on, baby," she encouraged, running her hands across his shoulders and down to his perfect ass. He raised himself on his elbows to thrust into her swiftly and his grunts kept pace with his hips as he lost himself. "Fuck!" he yelled and thrust into her deeply, his legs trembling. She felt him swell and she clamped her pussy around him as hard as she could. He buried himself into her and shook as her pussy milked the cum out of him, and he keened her name like an animal in pain.
It was the most erotic thing Carol had ever seen and she realized that she was close to the edge. "Please Daryl," she begged, pulling his ass into her and raising her legs in the air as he struggled to thrust just a few more times. She thought of the semen that now lubricated her and when he slid against her swollen clit she exploded once again in ecstasy, calling his name and riding his softening cock ruthlessly.
They fell into the bed, he still between her legs resting his head between her breasts. Once she recovered she moved one hand behind her head as a pillow and ran the other one through his hair. She stroked him for a long time as they lay together in silence, eyes closed and savoring each other. They didn't need to talk.
Daryl was wondering just how a man asks for round two when there was a knock at the door. He growled and reached across Carol to rip the curtain off the window then he rolled off of her and pulled her up against him, covering them both with a curtain. She laughed and he yelled, "The fuck ya want?" Tyreese keyed in and looked around in dismay. The apartment was in shambles – spices on the kitchen floor, Judith's milk spilled under the table that was pushed against the wall, and every curtain in the house was ripped off of the rod and lying on the floor. Carol and Daryl were both obviously naked in the bed and she was shaking with laughter against his chest while he tried to look threatening.
"I came to get Judith's diaper bag," said Tyreese in wonder. "And to tell you the next time y'all want to jump around like monkeys in here you got to shut the window. Carl got an earful and now Rick's got some explaining to do! And the damn lamps in the ceiling downstairs are swingin' all over." Carol covered her mouth to try to stop the laughter and she nodded placatingly at Tyreese while Daryl looked plain embarrassed.
Tyreese walked to the door and turned around with a wide smile. "And Carol," he said. "I always knew you weren't a good girl!". Daryl growled loudly and Tyreese shut the door just as the balled up curtain hit the other side.
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