Well, here it is - I had to split it into 2 pages as was having trouble posting. I hope you like it! There will be more chapters I think but I found it difficult getting them to realistically 'let go' with the others around them - I wish I'd set this story when they were alone. Anyway, 'tis done now and I'll be having a go writing some one-shots of them in just that kind of situation soon.
Thanks for reading and I would really appreciate any thoughts, tips, comments ;-)
Chapter 4
He paused - knowing it was time to reveal his scarred body to her for the first time, hearing the familiar taunts playing in his mind.
That he was a pussy.
A pathetic loser.
A useless, weak nothing.
But they were fainter than usual, quietened by the sound of blood rushing through his veins - by the sounds of her soft hands sliding silkily up to his chest and by the missed beat of his heart as he remembered that it was alright - he was with Carol. And she wasn't going to hurt him or laugh at him or run off and leave him.
"Ain't much to look at..." he murmured "Got knocked around some in my time" he finished slowly.
"You, Daryl" Carol replied firmly, pushing the shirt further up his chest and straddling his pelvis again "are..." she bent down, sucking his nipple between her teeth before opening her lips and sucking cool air across the now damp peak, finishing breathlessly "beautiful".
The slick of her tongue on him shut out the last of his doubts and he helped her slip off the battered T. She ran her hands lovingly across his chest, gripping his biceps, skimming down his arms before entwining her fingers into his and pulling them up to her chest again. Daryl cupped and massaged Carol's pert breasts, pinching her nipples with slowly increasing pressure as he watched her face, studying to find the point when it felt best for her. "Oh god..." she moaned breathlessly and he knew she was ready for everything he could offer her; the feel of her pushing uncontrollably against his straining jeans making him bold again.
"Get yourself naked, woman" he growled, smiling as they grabbed for their own trouser buttons and wriggled out of the last of their clothing in a frenzy of eagerness.
Suddenly they were naked against each other and Carol gasped as she felt Daryl's erection spring against her stomach, the heat almost burning against her cool skin. She reached down and gripped around his thickness, her stomach flipping again as she realised how large and painfully hard he was. She slowly began to move her hand up and down his shaft, skimming her thumb across the wetness of his bulging head.
He moaned and slid his own hand firmly over hers "Wait" he gasped, breathing deeply, stopping all movement between them. "I won't be able to...gotta go slow..." he whispered beseechingly. Carol understood instantly and released her grip, cooing reassuringly "It's ok...no rush...".
"Gonna be all rush if we ain't careful" he murmured. Daryl pulled her down onto his chest, wrapping his arms around her again, so tight she could barely move. He ran his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, raising goosebumps across her body, but also making it clear he wanted her head to lay still against his neck - he had something to say and couldn't do it with eye contact.
"I ain't never..." he whispered nervously "with a woman before...shit...it ain't gonna be any good..." he trailed off quietly, kissing her hair and stroking her back tenderly.
Carol couldn't believe it - this man; so wild and animalistic in much of his life, so strong and hard and beautiful - how could he not have had women throwing themselves at him all his life?
She lifted her head, looking into his shame-filled face and felt her heart almost break for him. "Daryl, you holding me like this, touching me...you've already given me more pleasure than any man ever has before." He couldn't meet her eyes but she felt him relax a fraction. She bent to kiss along his collar bone "I don't care about a performance, but I do care about you" Licking up his neck towards his ear lobe she continued huskily "We can learn together...what feels good...where to touch" She slid her hand down his chest and lightly across his lower stomach, making him tremble "I love you Daryl...and I promise it'll be good..."
Lust stirring in him again, he raised himself up on an elbow and pressed her back onto the bed with the force of his kiss, his tongue firmly exploring her mouth, biting and sucking her lips, making her breathless as they devoured each other. He ran his hand from her neck, down across her breasts, brushing across her stomach before twisting his hand firmly down the join of her thighs, parting her legs slightly and rubbing up and down her soft skin. He pulled his mouth from hers to look down at her naked body, moaning deeply at the feel of her legs trembling. He reached for her hand, bringing it up to his lips, kissing her palm and sucking her fingers, before moving it gently between her legs and growling "Show me how...: into her ear, taking the chance to bite her earlobe and lick her neck, before turning his attention to her hand, still covered with his own, pressed onto her sex.
Carol knew Daryl's anxiety about his inexperience could stall this whole thing if she didn't reassure him - he was so terrified of disappointing her and had allowed himself to be vulnerable in her hands, opening himself emotionally to her for the first time. She didn't want to dent his fragile confidence but felt herself tingling from head to toe with her own nerves when he asked her to touch herself for him.
He gave her a sideways look between the soft fringe of his hair, gently rubbing himself against her side growling "Please..." then lowered his mouth to her nipple again, biting and sucking her into his mouth.
Carol gasped and found herself slipping her fingers reflexively into her soft folds, the sensations of his tongue on her breasts adding to the increasing need for release building at her core. She thought again of the nights she had touched herself, wishing he was with her and not quite believing their coupling was now becoming a reality. Feeling his heat against her side she groaned as she began moving her fingers up and down on her sensitive nub, slowly and tentatively at first, but as he caressed her breasts and moaned vibrations through her nipples, she began to lose control, dipping into her own wetness to trail across her clit, moving quickly towards her building orgasm.
Daryl watched his beautiful woman teach him how to pleasure her and felt an intoxicating mixture of love and lust flood through him. He knew how brave she was being, showing him her most intimate moves and the sheer animal urgency of her actions was making it difficult to control himself - his cock ached for release but he wanted it to be good for her and knew he had to hold out just a little longer. He cupped her hand as she ground against her slick fingers, learning her rhythm, an uncontrollable rumble escaping his throat and mingling with her own pants and gasps. He slipped his hand underneath hers, his knuckles against her palm, letting her guide his speed as he slid his fingers softly into her wetness then up to find her most sensitive spot. "Like this...?" he drawled sexily into her ear as he started to increase the speed and pressure of his fingertips "Oh yes...Daryl" she breathed, her body arching and pressing into his touch "You are so fuckin' sexy" he groaned, using his thumb to press firmly against her and slipping a thick finger in and out of her dripping opening. "More baby...?" he questioned as he slipped another digit inside her, stretching her exquisitely.
Carol felt her climax approaching and searched for his lips, wanting to kiss him as she came, showing him the power he had over her as she moaned into his mouth "Oh god...Daryl..." He kissed her deeply as she bucked against his hand, contracting with intense pressure around his fingers and slicking his hand with her juices. He withdrew carefully from her as she came down from the high, pressing his palm against her full folds, prolonging the delicious aftershocks that left her thighs trembling.
