~14~
It's intoxinating. The sight of Carol, naked, except for her boots.
Those goddamn, fuckin' boots. Daryl loves them. He loved them, since he first laid an eye on them. Black combat boots with a hell lot of straps on them.
He dreamt of fucking her while she wears those boots, only those boots.
Seems, his dream is about to come true!
The smell of her arousal hits his nose and his throat runs dry. He tries to swallow.
What have he ever done to deserve her?
He's a lucky man.
Who could have ever imagined that?
He thrusts in her in an almost punishing pace, his lips kissing everybit of skin they can reach.
Her legs on his shoulders, to access a deeper angle. Her back arching to him. When he turns his head, he can see those boots.
And when he comes, he bites in the thick leather.
Leaving a mark.
A constant reminder.
