Daryl picked at the last of his room service and thought about that morning. It had been the best wake up call and shower of his life. By the time he was fully alert Carol's naked body was snuggled up to his back, her hand was wrapped firmly around his rock hard cock and she was stroking him. Her touch was so incredible if he just gave in and enjoyed it thoroughly he could easily blow his load in no time at all. When she touched him like that he had to fight with his body, focus less on how good it felt and more on something else, anything else, to keep himself from prematurely ejaculating.
Carol was the first woman he'd been with that actually jerked him off better than he did himself. Maybe it was the way he felt about her that made it feel even more incredible, or maybe she just really had perfected her hand job skills, but either way - nothing compared.
That particular instance was heightened even more by the fact that he hadn't been expecting it - at all. After his admission the night before Carol had made it clear that she needed some time to think things through. He was actually quite surprised by her complete ignorance of his feelings for her. It wasn't that Daryl had gone out of his way to make it perfectly clear, but more the fact that she knew him so well he just assumed she would pick up on it, even when he did try to downplay and hide the truth. The fact that Carol was asking for time to mull over his declaration made him assume there wouldn't be anymore intimacy between them until she had the time she needed and they talked again.
Boy was he wrong. Carol had to catch her flight about the same time he needed to be at the con, so Daryl figured he would let her shower and get ready first and then take his turn next. But it was pretty clear she had other plans and she whispered those plans in his ear while she slowly moved her hand up and down his cock. Daryl could barely hold himself together, especially when phrases like 'bend me over, bury your dick in my pussy, and fuck me hard' were coming from her sweet and sassy little mouth.
Their usual quick morning showers turned into a lengthy joint-shower fuck fest. Daryl could still hear the sounds coming from her, echoing in the shower stall, as he pounded her from behind. The hot water was washing over their bodies, splashing in his face as he slapped against her over and over. Every time he thought he was in control she surprised him. The one time she pulled away from him, turned, dropped to her knees and took his dick into her mouth Daryl thought for sure he was done. But somehow she knew just when to stop and give him enough of a break to continue. The same tongue that had been swirling around the tip of his cock and licking his nuts ended up hot and warm in his mouth only seconds later. And only seconds after that he was back inside her, Carol's legs around his waist, as he fucked her against the ceramic tile shower wall. She gasped when the cold tiles contacted her back and as she did she arched and pressed harder against him, taking his dick even further inside her. Daryl felt his legs go weak but somehow found the strength to hold her up and finish.
The echoes of the cries she'd made as she came were still swirling in his mind as Daryl pushed the tray away. Somehow he'd made it through the entire day at the con, but the second he walked back into the empty hotel room memories of her consumed him. He missed her. Not just the sex her. He missed everything about her. The way she smelled. The sound of her voice and her laugh. He missed flirting with her and teasing her and seeing that sparkle in her eye that told him how much she enjoyed it. He missed holding her in his arms and feeling her perfect body pressed against him like that's exactly where it belonged. In his mind, that was exactly where her body belonged. But did she feel the same?
Daryl was pretty sure he was going to go crazy before he found out. She didn't need to love him. Not yet. He could wait for that. It would give him a challenge and something to work for. All she needed to say was that she would try. That's all he needed. But could she give him that? Did she trust him enough?
Before she left for the airport, after another steamy kiss, Daryl made one final admission. "Hey, I need you to know something," he'd said, gently stroking her cheek. "Since our first time it's only been you," he'd whispered, watching the way her eyes changed and wishing he understood exactly what it meant. "I haven't been with any other women since you moved in," He'd admitted, hoping that given his track record she could believe him.
He would never lie to her, and Daryl was pretty sure she knew that. Her eyes had drifted to his lips and she kissed him softly. "Thank you," she'd said, looking into his eyes for a moment, then kissing him one last time and heading out the door. She hadn't said goodbye. She hadn't said anything else - just 'thank you' and she was gone.
During one of his quick bathroom breaks at the con that afternoon he'd checked his phone and saw she texted from New York. She was back home safely. It took him a bit longer to get back into his groove with the next few fans that came through his line. He felt awful for being so distracted, so he forced himself to focus on the excited women, men and children approaching his table. He knew how special the moment was to them and wanted to make sure he gave them all a positive experience after all the time and money they'd spent to be there.
It left him extremely tired at the end of the day and he usually dealt with it by going out and wearing himself out even more. It sounded counterproductive but to get himself to sleep when he was at cons he needed to be completely spent. If he tried while he was just tired he ended up tossing and turning. He had to be completely out of gas - or it was a sure night of insomnia without something to help him sleep like Nyquil or Benadryl.
Unfortunately, he hadn't brought either with him and Daryl had no desire to hit the town. It was going to be a long night and an even longer day the next morning when he had another 8 hours at the con before he could finally fly home to Carol.
"I should text her or call," Daryl said out loud, reaching for his cell. He picked it up and then set it down again. Maybe not, he thought. She wanted time to think, she doesn't want to talk to you. But what if she does? And what if she gets upset because you didn't call? Daryl reached for the phone again. No, this is stupid, he thought, setting it down a second time. Give the woman some space, you're gonna scare her away being too clingy.
He sighed and tried to find something interesting on TV. After going through the channels twice he considered renting a playboy Pay-per-view. Maybe watching a filthy porno and jerking off 5 times will tire me out enough to sleep he thought. "Oh what the fuck," Daryl muttered, selecting the movie with the raunchiest title and ordering it.
He was just getting thoroughly worked up with round one when the phone rang. It was a facetime call from Carol. "Shit," he muttered scrambling for the remote. He couldn't find it and didn't want to miss the call so he answered, "Hey."
"I was waiting for you to call me," she replied with a pout. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, um…" Daryl stammered looking down at his erection and back up to the screen at her face. "Well, I was watching a movie actually."
Carol smiled, "What movie?"
"Oh nothing exciting. What are you up to?" he asked attempting to deflect.
"You're watching porn," she stated, quite sure of herself.
Daryl knew he was busted. "Maybe…" he admitted sheepishly.
"Let me see it," Carol replied.
Well fuck, what was she talking about? Did she want to see the movie? Or his dick? "Uh, see what?" he asked, realizing there was only one way to find out.
Carol looked perplexed for a second. "Oh… oh... " she said cluing in with a little grin. "Well I was referring to the movie, but… if you want to give me a private show… that's even better."
A smile spread across his face, "Hold up… are we having phone sex?"
"Well not exactly… I mean, doesn't phone sex have to be like audio, not video?" she asked.
"Technology changes everything," he replied. "I'm sure facetime phone sex is quite popular these days." If he thought the porn was gonna be the most exciting part of his evening, boy was he wrong again. But before he pushed her into anything he realized the time zone difference. "Hey, what are you still doing up anyway? It's late there."
"Mmm, I don't really have any plans for tomorrow. I can sleep in," Carol replied. "Still lots of time to think before you get home." So she hadn't made any kind of decision yet, he realized. Yet, she was still okay to keep their relationship going until she decided. What did that mean? She enjoyed the sex and wasn't ready to give it up? Or was she leaning towards a yes? He was afraid to get his hopes up. "So come on, show me the goods," she added, interrupting his thoughts. "You getting shy on me Dixon?"
"Of course not," he said, switching the phone to his left hand and facing it towards his dick while he started to stroke it again with his right.
"Oh, wow," he heard her say. "So what exactly is on that TV that's got you so worked up." Daryl flashed the phone towards the TV where a busty blonde wearing nothing but a thong was giving head to some dude in his office at work. "Hmm, okay, fair enough," he heard her say. "Now back to my show."
"Only if you promise you're gonna join in and I get to watch you for a bit too," Daryl negotiated.
"What makes you so certain I haven't joined in already," Carol spoke in her sassy tone that absolutely killed him. He had to stop stroking for a second as his dick throbbed.
"I wanna see," he said huskily. This jerking off thing wasn't going to take long if she let him
watch her for even a few seconds.
"Well that's not fair, then I won't be able to watch you," she replied, sounding pouty.
"Oh fine," he gave in and resumed masturbating. He would do anything she asked - anything. "But in that case you have to do the audio commentary."
"What? No way. Switch," Carol replied quickly. "You be the dirty talker and I'll give the video." Daryl instantly moved his phone into view and started at the screen as the camera blurred in and out and finally came into focus.
"Fuck," he muttered, as a perfectly clear image of her pussy appeared on the screen. She was touching herself and Daryl squirmed. He wasn't gonna last long at all. How the hell was he supposed to talk dirty to her when there was a good chance he wouldn't even know his own name at that point. "Jesus, why aren't you here," he groaned. He just let his inner thoughts start to spill out. "I wanna lick your sweet, tight pussy so bad," he sighed. "Mmm, I can taste you right now… God… I wish you were here so I could shove my tongue inside you, over and over…" He heard Carol whimper and it distracted him for a moment. "Push your fingers inside," Daryl instructed her. "Imagine it's me… pretend I'm there and I'm touching you… driving you wild… pushing you closer and closer to the edge."
Daryl couldn't hold back the groan as she pushed her fingers deep into her core. "Fuck baby, you're gonna make me come," he moaned, speaking nothing but the truth. In all fairness he'd been close before she called, but he was gonna blow any second.
"I want you to fuck me," Carol breathed. "I want your dick inside me, filling me up…" Her voice was so sultry it made him shudder.
"God, I'm so fucking close," he hissed.
"Me too," she replied, surprising him. She must have been playing with herself when she'd called or was really horny to get close that fast. "But I wanna see you finish, please?" she begged him.
Daryl moved the phone back in place and let her watch as he pumped a few more times, grunted and ejaculated hot cum onto his chest and stomach. Normally he would have got a tissue or something when he knew it was almost time, but he'd been slightly distracted. "Mmm.. ohhh," he heard her whimper then gasp. He flipped the phone back just in time to see her face, eyes closed, biting hard on her lip… he knew that look, she was done too, only seconds after him.
When her eyes fluttered open he was smiling at her. "See, told you phone sex was fun," he teased. "And you're a natural."
"Might be something I'd like to try again sometime," she replied sleepily, smiling in return.
"You're tired," Daryl said. "Sleep Sweetheart." He really wanted to add an "I love you" as well, but he didn't want to make it awkward or pressure her.
"Thank you," she replied with a yawn. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow night."
That had to be a good sign, right? Daryl thought. "Me too. Sweet dreams Baby. I'll be home soon."
"You too. Night."
"Night," he replied, reluctantly hanging up. He found the remote and shut off the porn. It couldn't compare to what had just happened anyway and he no longer had a desire to jerk off half the night. All he wanted was to go to sleep, wake up the next day, get through the con and get home to her. Not knowing what their future held was making him crazy. She was the best thing in his life. He couldn't lose her… but unfortunately… it was completely out of his hands. And that… was terrifying.
