Daryl's kiss was different this time. It was achingly sweet and so tender it made her heart flutter. It wasn't that intense thumping in her chest, the kind you get when you know you're gonna get fucked and you want it so bad. It was a light wobble, where it almost felt like her heart was skipping a beat. It was that feeling you get when you see on old couple holding hands as they shuffle down the sidewalk. It was that feeling you get when your favourite couple on TV finally share that special moment you've been waiting for. It was that feeling you get a wedding when the couple share their first kiss as husband and wife.
Daryl still wanted more, that was clear. Carol glanced quickly at the clock and realized it was the middle of the night. He'd either woke up wanting her or hadn't been to sleep yet and finally gave in to his urges and came to her room. But she soon realized he was no longer fucking her - they were making love. The difference was evident in the way he touched her, so gently, caressing her every curve as if he was trying to memorize her body. Gone were the eager, rough grabs, pinches and bites. They were replaced by gentle grazes from the tips of his fingers, and light rubbing or warm hot breaths as he softly kissed her all over.
Daryl explored her entire body, every inch, excruciatingly slowly. Her shock and curiosity as to the marked change in him soon faded away as her sexual desire started to rise. He hadn't even touched her breasts, or between her legs yet and Carol was so turned on she felt like she might go insane before he was finally inside her.
When he did finally move to her breasts, licking around each nipple, slow and gentle, before sucking lightly on each one in turn, it only made things worse. He knew he was coming in her room for round two… there had to be a condom somewhere. Carol turned her head and saw it on the nightstand. She wiggled and reached for it. Daryl smiled down at her and snatched it away. "Patience," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Patience," she grumbled. "I don't have any at 3am."
Daryl ignored her and trailed kisses down the middle of her stomach, stopping to brush his face over her pelvic area and nip lightly at the skin near her hip bones. Carol shivered and felt goosebumps cover her body. He gently eased her legs apart and she could feel his breath as he moved his face lower. The were no licks, no sucking, no fingers involved… he simply did what he'd done to the rest of her body - placed gentle kisses all over with the occasion little nip.
Carol wiggled. She knew she was wet. He had to be getting some of her juices on his lips as he kissed her down there. How was he showing so much restraint knowing how badly she wanted him? With one final nip to the inside of each thigh Daryl sat up. Carol looked down and stared at his dick. It was hard, of course, and had been rubbing against her for a while while he kissed and explored. She wanted to touch him, but she stayed frozen in place, worried that she might end up prolonging what she so desperately wanted.
Her body shuddered while she watched him open the condom and roll it on. Fuck, he's so sexy, Carol thought. He even made putting on a rubber an erotic experience to watch, fueled even more by the fact that she knew it was time - finally. Daryl took it slow, placing his hands on the inside of her thighs and rubbing as he lined up. He slipped just the tip inside and she couldn't help but whimper. He pulled out, waited a second, looking at her with an evil grin and then pushed the tip just inside her again. She tried really hard to keep quiet but a tiny whimper escaped her lips once more, which made his grin even bigger.
Carol needed him all the way inside her, so badly. She begged with her eyes but he didn't budge so she reverted to plan B and slipped her hand down her body and touched her clit, rubbing it lightly, making sure not to brush his dick at all. "Fuck," he hissed. "You win." Daryl grabbed her wrists and held her hands above her head as he pushed all the way inside, keeping eye contact. He moved his hips slowly and she sighed. Finally. Finally she got what she wanted.
Just like everything else about the encounter the intercourse was sweet and sensual. The strokes were slow and deep, completely satisfying and fulfilling though. For once she didn't need fast and hard, at all. She didn't crave anything kinky or wild. It was just pure vanilla, slow and easy love making and it was perfect.
Daryl was gentle. So gentle it was almost hard to believe it was really him. It's not that she thought he would be intentionally rough, but she knew he was very adventurous in the sack. She'd heard stories. But here he was giving her romance novel sex, treating her like a delicate Queen, and it was such a stark contrast to what she would have ever expected from him. But the unexpected was very arousing and Carol knew it wasn't going to take long to push her over the edge.
Eventually she lost ability to maintain eye contact with him. She closed her eyes and focussed on the feelings consuming her body and soul. Her body craved his return every time he moved outwards and there was a fire burning so hot inside her it was both sensual and unbearable at the same time. That's when she knew she was close. That contrast between pleasure and pain. She needed the release. She needed it so bad. But what was happening felt so incredible she wanted it to last forever and ever.
Carol bit her lip as her body started to build to the point where she knew she was about to lose all control. She knew her face was expressing the ecstasy she was feeling. "God, you're so beautiful," Daryl said, gently stroking her cheek. Carol's eyes flew open, but only for a second before her orgasm finally hit. But in that second she saw something in his eyes that left her confused and shocked. It was only a brief glimpse. But the look was unmistakable and no one had ever looked at her with that much love in their eyes before other than her parents and that was certainly a different kind of love. She only had a split second to wonder what the hell was going on before her body and all the pleasurable feelings that were washing over her took all of her attention.
She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut once again. Daryl gathered her up in his arms and pulled her against his body. He stopped moving and held her, stroking her back gently as she rode the wave. As the orgasm started to fade she felt his lips on her neck, sucking at the spot where her heart was pounding. He was completely focussed on her, even though he hadn't come yet.
Carol opened her eyes as the last throbs inside her were still clenching on his dick. He had been so incredibly sweet she wanted to finish him off just as romantically as he'd done for her. "Lay down," she whispered, caressing his beautiful face. Daryl grabbed her and somehow he managed to switch around their positions so he was lying on his back and she was on top, without pulling out. She shifted slightly, smiled at him and started to move slowly, picking up the same pace he'd used with her.
She leaned back and rode him, reaching behind her to massage his balls at the same time. He moaned and she almost looked at him, but something stopped her from meeting his eyes. If that look was still there… she was afraid she would panic. She needed time to think before she saw it again. Or time for it to go away. By morning it would be gone, she was sure of it.
As Carol continued to move on him she felt his balls start to tighten under her fingertips and she knew he was almost there. "Oh…Fuck..." he grunted, grabbing her hips to stop her movement. She could feel his body shuddering beneath her. Knowing his eyes would be closed she glanced quickly at his face and enjoyed the blissful look she saw there. Before he could open them she leaned forward and kissed him then slipped off him onto the bed.
She stretched, yawned and rolled over to reach for the blanket, feeling a slight chill. By that time Daryl had sorted himself out and slipped over beside her, slinging his arm over her and pulling her close. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his words tickling her ear. "I just couldn't stay away." Carol didn't say a word, she simply slid her fingers through his to let him know she understood and didn't mind. It was late and they were both exhausted. She slipped back into dreamland almost instantly.
Despite her being such a light sleeper, when Carol woke up Daryl was gone. It was a lot later than she normally woke up and she wasn't sure if he slept the night with her or left right after. And she sure as hell wasn't about to ask. She had a later start at work and didn't have to leave for a couple hours so she slipped on some clothes, washed up and headed out to the kitchen.
As she approached she heard Daryl on the phone. Something made her stop and listen. "Hey, is Antonia there?" There was a pause. "Hey Toni… I gotta cancel for tonight… Yeah, I'm not feeling great… must be the flu or something… Maybe some other time… Yep… Sorry… Okay… Bye Darlin." The Darlin didn't surprise her, Daryl used pet names for girls all the time, it was common in their business. But the fact he was clearly lying and canceling his plans was interesting.
She waited another few seconds and made her entrance. "Morning," she said sweetly.
"Oh hey Sleepy head," he replied, looking up from his phone. "Pretty late morning for you, isn't it? Something wear you out last night?"
Carol walked over and picked up half a slice of his toast and took a bite. "Maybe," she replied with a grin, after chewing. "But it wasn't anything I couldn't handle."
"Sounds like a challenge," Daryl commented stealing his toast back. She looked at him and felt relief wash over her. That look was gone, just like she expected it would be. It must have just been a mistake. Maybe he got caught up in the moment or something. It didn't matter, what mattered was that it was gone and she didn't need to freak out. "Oh the things I'll do to you…"
Carol snatched the toast back again and took a seat across the table where he couldn't reach it. "Who said I was gonna let you touch me again, hmm?"
He just smiled. He knew as well as she did that it would happen again. And likely again and again and again… until she went home to Georgia. "So, uh…" he started, sounding more serious. "I was thinking… since I ruined your dinner last night with airport guy… maybe you would let me take you out tonight to make up for it?"
Carol stopped chewing and looked at him. He had no idea she heard him cancel his plans. He had no idea she heard him lie to some woman to free his schedule. But now she knew why. He freed his evening on the chance she would agree to go out with him. It was strangely sexy and flattering. "Okay," she agreed, nodding. "But this better be good Pumpkin… 'cuz you still have a lot of making up to."
