Carol bit back a moan as Daryl kicked away his underwear and stood naked before her. He was beautiful, all of him. Penises weren't always the prettiest things to look at, but his was - long and thick, begging to be stroked. She reached out and slowly wrapped a hand around his girth. Daryl couldn't hold back the moan and his dick throbbed in her hand. She could feel the little veins brushing her palms as she inched up towards the head. Carol brought her fist right to the end, before pushing the tip back through the hole and stroking him all the way back down to the base.
She repeated the same process, but this time when she saw the head appear she leaned forwards and met it with a swirl of her tongue. "Fuck," he hissed. He moved a bit closer, likely hoping it might encourage more than a lick. But Carol was in the mood to tease a bit. Just a bit, because it was fun, but not too much because, well, she had urges that needed to be satisfied too.
Carol pumped her fist up and down, but never gave him more than a little lick once in awhile. Finally she opened her mouth and took just the head of his dick inside and only for a brief moment. As Daryl moved his hips, trying to push deeper she backed away with an evil grin. "Carol, please?" he whined, looking slightly anguished. She gave him a look, playing it like she was giving in and about to give him what he wanted, but instead she licked him from base to tip, sucked just a tiny bit and released him again. "You're killing me," he groaned. "I'll beg, I'll fucking beg if that's what you want."
"Mmm, that would be entertaining," she replied, before cupping his balls and rubbing his cock over her outstretched tongue. "But let's save the begging for next time," she added, diving forward and swallowing him up as deep into her throat as she could stand.
Daryl whimpered and she felt his legs wobble. With his dick still in her mouth she slipped off her seated position on the bed and knelt at his feet. It gave her far better leverage. She grabbed his ass as she took him in and out of her mouth. Eventually Daryl started to move with her and Carol stopped, allowing him to fuck her mouth. She carefully placed her tongue to prevent him from pushing too deep and choking her and shifted her gaze upwards to try to see his face. Daryl had his head back so she couldn't see a thing, but the moans coming from him were enough to know exactly what kind of look was on his face.
Carol felt a ripple of heat and let go of him with one hand, shifting to a squatting position and spreading her legs apart. She slipped her hand between her legs and felt her fingers slip easily inside, immediately slick with moisture. Daryl noticed she was touching herself and stopped his thrusting. He pulled out of her mouth and gazed down at her.
She met his gaze and slowly moved herself back onto the bed, not breaking eye contact the entire time. Her heart was pounding already, but it intensified when Daryl grabbed his dick and started to stroke himself while he watched her move her fingers slowly in and out of her pussy. For as long as she could remember, one of her biggest turn ons was to watch a guy masterbate. It was really a double edged sword because she loved to watch, but the more she did the more she wanted to be fucked.
She didn't plan on letting Daryl in on that little secret though. She wanted him to make the move. She dug deep, looked at him with big, blue innocent eyes and spoke demurely, "You want this?" Carol slipped her fingers out all the way and plunged them back in with a moan. "Oh god," she sighed. "I'm so wet…" She almost snorted out loud with laughter as he practically dove for his nightstand drawer and scrambled for a condom. The speed with which he tore it open and rolled in on was actually quite impressive.
Daryl grinned as he dove onto the bed. "You better be absolutely sure you want this, because you've got about 2 seconds to stop me."
"One… two… oops, time's up," she said sweetly. Daryl grabbed her wrists, pinned her hands above her head, worked her legs apart with his knee, though she gave absolutely no resistance, and plunged into her. "Oh," she gasped, lifting her hips off the bed to take him deeper. She wanted him so bad and it was worth all the anticipation to feel him inside her, filling her up, stretching her slightly. It wasn't so much it hurt, but it was enough to remind her of his size.
Daryl released her wrists and grabbed her tits aggressively. "Mmm," she moaned. He would find out soon enough how much she enjoyed it a little rough. A little bit of pain turned her on even more. Nothing crazy, she was into the whole BDSM thing, but a rough grab, a hard fuck, a light bite, even a well time ass slap could drive her absolutely wild.
He started to fuck her slow, letting her feel all of him as he slid out and pushed back in. When she closed her eyes all she could think about was the physical way he was making her body feel. Yeah, it had been a while. Yeah, she needed and wanted a good fuck. But it still had to be a good fuck. And this was definitely shaping up to be a damn good fuck. Daryl talked a good game. He always had. But she never expected she would find out for sure if he was all talk or could really back up his words.
So when she opened her eyes and looked at the man who was making her body feel amazing things… It hit her hard, every time, when she realized once again it was him. It was Daryl fucking her. It was Daryl sucking her nipples so hard they stung, but leaving her wishing he'd suck even harder. It was Daryl's cock that was worshipping her pussy like a freaking God. It was Daryl, her buddy Daryl, that was making her want to scream. And it felt… right.
That was the most surprising part. It wasn't awkward, not yet anyway, and she didn't feel like what they were doing was wrong. It felt like a necessity. It felt like something that had been building and waiting for the right moment - and that moment had finally arrived.
While she was lost in thought for a moment Daryl pulled out, which definitely caught her attention. It was the most disappointing feeling she'd felt in a long time. She looked up at him with a pout. "On your hands and knees," he ordered. That made her smile. Daryl, taking her from behind, doggy style… could it get any better? Carol flipped and lifted her ass, exposing herself and hoping he would hurry up and shove back inside her.
But he was taking his sweet time. Carol looked back to see what he was doing and just as she did Daryl leaned forward and licked her pussy. "Fuck," she muttered as her head dropped forward again and she focused on how good his damn tongue felt. He licked and delved his tongue deep and she shivered with pleasure. When he pulled back she prepared herself for him to reenter but Daryl wasn't finished with his tongue… He moved higher… Oh God, her mind was screaming… It was quick, very brief, but he absolutely licked her asshole. And she... absolutely loved it.
Daryl chuckled. "You liked that didn't you?" He rubbed the area with the tip of his finger. "You have a sweet little ass," he moaned. "Fucking sweet." At the exact same time he pushed his dick in her pussy he shoved his finger just slightly inside. Carol gasped and then held her breath. It felt… so wrong, but so right. She'd never been much interested in anything to do with anal until that very moment and it was all she could think about. Daryl pushed deeper, in both places and started to fuck her.
Carol couldn't think of a time she'd orgasmed that fast before. She couldn't think of a time that even came close. It was so strong and intense she couldn't hold herself up, but Daryl held her. He held her ass high and continued to pound her, somehow intensifying her orgasm even more, making it last longer.
She soon realized his need to keep going as Daryl grunted and his strokes shortened. With the last throbs of her inner muscles clenching his dick he came, holding himself deep inside her, his hands squeezing her hips. The disappointing feeling wasn't as prevalent when he pulled out this time. Carol collapsed onto the bed on her stomach, feeling quite exhausted and shaky.
"Didn't peg you for the type who enjoyed anal," Daryl said, from somewhere behind her, likely taking care of the condom.
"I'm not," she replied, somewhat stubbornly. It was true, she wasn't, not usually anyway.
Daryl snorted. "Coulda fooled me." He flopped down beside her. "Just admit it, you liked it. You wanted more."
"It was... Fine," she muttered. Carol rolled and looked at him, "but there's a big difference between your finger and your penis."
"There is," he agreed. "Glad you noticed." And with that he dropped it and the conversation thankfully went in a different direction. "Can't believe that finally happened," Daryl said, running a hand up the back of one leg, over her ass and resting it on the small of her back.
"Finally?" She laughed. "I haven't been here that long."
"Yeah," Daryl muttered. "You think I've only wanted you since you came to New York?" Wait, what was he saying? "You know me better than that. I've wanted to fuck you for years."
"Mmm hmm, me and every other woman on the planet," she teased. Carol didn't know if he meant anything with his comment or not, but she wasn't ready to know one way or another. They had sex and it was great. But that was all it was. Really hot, amazing sex.
Carol sighed and pushed herself up. "I should go," she said, climbing out of bed.
"Oh, uh, you don't have to," Daryl replied quickly.
"Yes," Carol nodded. "I do." She walked towards the door and looked back. She was sure she caught a glimpse of sadness on his face, but it was gone as quick as it appeared and Carol figured she just imagined it.
"God you have a sexy ass Woman," he groaned. "Might have to go round two on my own just watching you walk away. Unless you wanna..."
"Good night Daryl ," she interrupted him, before she did something crazy like agree.
"Night," he replied.
Carol walked down the hall to her room and climbed into bed. She tried to ignore the lonely feeling but it wasn't easy. Thankfully she was tired and drifted off quickly.
Sometime later something woke her. Carol sat up and saw Daryl sitting on the edge of her bed. "What are you doing?" She asked groggily. Rubbing her eyes and wondering if she was dreaming.
"I... Uh... Just this," he mumbled, reaching around the back of her neck and pulling her lips to his.
