~27~

Gently Daryl nudges her legs further apart. The tip of his dick teases her clit. Her legs are trembling uncontrollably. Carol can't stiffle the low groan that escapes her throat.

He feels that she becomes rigid.

" What's wrong?"

" I...You make me... He never..." she mumbles incoherently.

He strokes her face gently, kisses her tenderly.

" I'm not him", he whispers.

Carol looks in his eyes, in his soul, in his heart.

" No, you're nothing like him!"

She wraps her legs around his waist. " Please make love to me. He never made love to me."

Their bodies are naked.

Their souls are bare.