Reviews maybe? Because I'm giving you some smut? It won't be extremely graphic, because people get their panties in a twist, but I'll give ya a lil summin summin ta tide ya over -Dixon voice used here- sorry, been reading Meth fanfiction, I'm talkin' like a Dixon. Anyway. I would love, love, love some reviews. Thanks for reading!
Carol sang a few verses of an old Taylor Swift song to the little boy who was now attached to Daryl at the hip. He finally quieted and fell asleep. Carol tucked him into Hershel's room with the elderly man and Judith before going back to her room to make good on her promise to Daryl. She didn't mind giving him head for a week, it'd been worth it to see all those happy little faces. Happiness was something that, in a world full of the dead come back to life, there never seemed to be enough of.
" Hey Pookie," She called, glancing into the cell. Daryl was there, of course, cleaning his crossbow. The thing was usually covered in walker gore, so a good clean up happened every so often. Daryl wiped the oil on his hands and smiled at her.
" Hey. Ya gonna make good on ya offa ta blow me?" He asked, already growing hard in his jeans. Daryl knew she loved it when he spoke dirty, but he always made sure to do so kindly for her, so she didn't feel degraded.
" Course I am." She said, breezily, plopping down and spreading his thighs, toying with the zipper on his fly. Carol pulled it down slowly, savoring the moment and licked her lips, watching his erection spring out, bobbing happily under all the attention. " My, my, happy to see me, isn't he?" She murmured, licking a stripe up the heated flesh.
" He's always happy to see you, fuck woman. Mmm." Carol had the head in her mouth by this point and she was sucking like it was her one goal in life. His hand tangling in her hair, that was turning darker every day.
Carol smirked her hand touching the parts of him she couldn't get into her mouth. Daryl was huffing and moaning like she was god's gift to him. After a moment Carol swallowed around him, taking in another couple inches of him. He wasn't huge, but he was a good eight to nine inches and it made her feel good.
" I know it ain't, that big, but-" Daryl literally whimpered when she pulled off, staring him hard in the face.
" Daryl Dixon. You listen and you listen good. You are plenty big and satisfy me every night. I couldn't ask for a better lover. Besides-" She nuzzled his cock and it twitched happily against her face. " I love your size, fits just right in my mouth." And with that, she took him back into her mouth, sucking and slurping.
" Oh fuck, Carol, yeah, jus', right there." He murmured, head lolling back at the pleasure coursing through him. Carol reached toying with his sac and he sighed happily, keeping still. He didn't want to push her, or choke her. " Mmm, shit, wanna cum inside ya. Please, lemme cum insi'e ya." He all but begged.
She smiled, slipping out of her clothes gracefully. They were the proud owners of a large, temperpedic bed. It had been hell getting it to their room, but it was more then worth it. Daryl settled himself against the headboard, naked, willing, waiting for her, his arms opened wide.
" I can't resist you at all when you beg me like that, you sweet man you." She crawled up him, ignoring the fact they wore no condom, and settled herself on his cock, gasping at the delicious friction.
He rocked into her, gasping against her throat. Fuck. She was so tight. It felt good, so fucking good. It'd been too long. They were moving hard, but slow, making it last. With everything going on it'd been nearly a week since they'd last had sex.
" Oh god, Daryl! Harder." She begged, hips meeting his as he rolled and thrust up into her. His wide, strong hands held her back, holding her close. It was a tender, passionate moment between the two. He rocked up, harder, into her, going so deep she cried out sharply, head falling back.
The walls, thankfully, were mostly sound proof, and they were currently tucked into their bedroom on the 'sex floor' two stories below everyone else. The only people who would hear them were already having sex.
" Fuck woman, ya so tight." He murmured against her neck, sliding effortlessly into and out of her again and again, his balls drawing tight. He had to squeeze his thighs together not to come, but Jesus, she was so fucking beautiful. He kissed her, eyes wide, tongue slowly meeting and tangling with hers.
She worked on him slowly, eagerly, making everything worth it. His lips traced her neck and shoulders, mapping out the familiar skin he found there. She was so beautiful. It took his breath away, really, it did. His hands were no longer clumsy, as they had been when this love affair first started. They were sure now, strong and steady.
He sighed against her heated skin, working her on him slightly quicker, unable to deny the growing heat in his groin. They worked together, one of Carol's hands fisted in his hair, the other holding his, the intimacy of it bringing her that much closer.
Daryl's free hand was settled, calloused palm flush against her ass, guiding her into the rhythm he liked. His hand cupped, kneading the soft flesh of her ass but he knew better then to try a finger back there. His woman didn't do no back door sex and he was just fine with that.
" Daryl, baby, Pooky, fuck, gonna cum." He felt himself grow harder, if that was possible, when she said fuck and a smirk came to his face. They'd made love, sure, but it could get dirty, couldn't it?
" Gonna cum all over daddy's prick, ain't ya? C'mon girl, cum for daddy." He was kissing her neck, squeezing her hand in his as he thrust up into her, faster then before, more dominantly. " I luv ya, fuckin' luv ya so damn much." He kissed her then, tongue tangling, teeth crashing together.
" God, I love you Daryl, so much. Fuck, fuck, Daryl!" She screamed his name as her orgasm ripped through her, milking his own from him. She held him tightly, hands in his hair, face against his neck, knees tucked against his ribs. One hand held her ass, the other rubbing soothing circles on her back.
They came down together, laying on their bed, ignoring the slight moaning from down the hall. Merle and Maggie, Christ those two were always fucking. Daryl pulled her against him, tugging the blankets up and the dozed off, hands still clasped together.