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Soon wasn't as soon as either of them would've liked. There was another three days spent on the road, where they all slept together in one room. By the time they finally made it over the border into Missouri, Daryl was virtually sitting on his hands to keep from Carol. She was a fucking temptress out to destroy him. Now that she had defeated his willpower, she backed off entirely, resisting all contact until he just managed to regain his composure and then undoing him with a single touch. She was playing games with him unashamedly, just giving him a quirk of her lips when he called her out on it.
Carol surprised herself with her behaviour towards Daryl. Dare she say it, she was flirting. Nothing obvious of course and at first, it wasn't even intentional. Just a brush of her fingers against his and he snatched her hand up, pushing himself against her, almost snarling at her before pressing his mouth on hers. Before he could even push his tongue into her mouth, they were forced to jump apart when Rick called Daryl from around the corner. Well, now she knew how he could react, she had turned it into a game.
It was a good feeling, to be wanted. To be found desirable. Ed never made her feel attractive, not after she got that wedding band on her finger. It crossed her mind that perhaps it was just a case he needed someone, just a body. But she didn't let herself dwell on the thought. If that's all he wanted from her, then that's all he would be to her. If. Still, the last few days had left her feeling the best she had felt for a long time. Long before Walkers roamed the planet even. She hadn't had a thought about dying. She was beginning to find her appetite and engage with the rest of the group. When she thought of Sophia, she only thought of the good times, the memories she would treasure for the rest of her life. She wasn't naive enough to think that she was simply fine again, but it felt like good progress.
Finally, they opted to rest up for a few days in the northern part of Missouri, Lori's morning sickness was causing them to stop every other mile anyway and there was always time to find more supplies. Daryl had tried to steer Rick into the direction of a larger house, where there would be some privacy for them all, but their leader's urgency in finding a bolt hole for his ailing wife meant they had to settle for a four bed house about five miles from the nearest town.
It was raining as they scouted the building, clearing out the straggling Walkers and disposing of their bodies. By the time the vehicles were unloaded, everyone's bags handed out, they were all soaked to the skin, shivering from the rain that had turned increasingly cold as they headed further north. Carol had commandeered the study to change out of her wet things. Much to her pleasure, she discovered the sofa pulled out into a bed, giving them a little bit of extra space. Privacy for her and Daryl, if they could.
She stripped off her sopping clothes, tossing them into the corner of the room, before rifling through the holdall for her some clean clothes. There was little of her own left so she snatched a shirt that had previously been scavenged for Daryl, a dark grey number that still had the sleeves on, thankfully. She was buttoning it up when there was a soft knock on the door and Daryl came in, closing the door behind him with a click.
She gave him a soft smile, turning her attention back to the bag to find a pair of pants, she heard him drop his crossbow down to the floor and peel his wet jacket off. She could feel him creeping up behind.
"Who the hell said you could wear my clothes?" He muttered to her, tugging the hem of the shirt that grazed her thighs. She stood up straight and turned her head over her shoulder.
"I figured you wouldn't mind." She told him as he pressed himself behind her, his hand coming to the front of the button down.
"You figured wrong." Daryl slid his hand under the shirt, hand brushing her thighs, sliding to rest on her stomach, fingertips just touching the top of her panties. Carol let out a breathy moan and he settled his head on her shoulder, mouth grazing her cheek.
"I'm sorry." She managed to choke out, as his fingers slid under the elastic of her panties, trailing downwards. She let out a gasp as his fingers reached their intended destination. She was wet, slippery under the fingers that moved up and down her entrance and it pleased him to know that he caused that before he even touched her. He could feel her legs shaking and he wrapped his free arm around the front of her, gripping her shoulder tight as she panted against his mouth, lips blindly seeking his. He pushed his finger into her slowly and he kissed the cry from her lips as he eased the digit in and out.
Carol was completely taken aback at the way he invaded her willing body. She was embarrassed at the way her body reacted to his appearance before he even touched her and she couldn't contain the pants and moans that passed her lips as he worked his fingers in and over her. It amused him, she could tell, the way she reacted, he smirked against her mouth, tongue lashing against hers. He pushed his thumb against her clit and she grasped the busy hand by the wrist, gasping as a wave of pleasure pushed through her. She pinched at the skin, whether she was trying to stop him or urge him on, neither of them could tell, but he didn't let up.
She could feel the heat pooling in her stomach as he continued in this fashion for several minutes, alternating between entering her with two fingers and lightly pinching on her sensitive clit. She had never felt this turned on, never been stimulated like this and it took all her strength to keep her moans quiet. He didn't say a word to her and when she had to pull her lips away from his, locking her mouth over his arm that was just under her chin, teeth biting into the flesh, he just hissed and pushed his mouth of the side of her jaw, licking and sucking at the soft skin there.
He could feel her going tense under his hands, legs trembling as she approached orgasm, it made him hard against her thigh and he increased his pace with his fingers, using the base of his hand on her clit. She grew wetter and wetter and he felt her suddenly go stiff, breathing in sharply as she came on his hand.
They stood still for a moment, letting her come down from her high. He didn't take his fingers from out of her, feeling the nerve endings throbbing against his hand. She finally released her mouth from his forearm, she could taste a little blood on her tongue and she brought her hand around his neck, dragging his mouth to hers, kissing him deep, a wordless thank you for the pleasure he had just given her.
Daryl was tempted to throw her onto the sofa and take her there and then, his dick was so hard it was almost painful but he intended on punishing her for her teasing so he moved his fingers inside her again, determined to make her cum until she couldn't take anymore. She squirmed as he brushed against her still sensitive clit, pulling from their kiss to protest.
"You're a fuckin' cocktease." He snarled at her, the sound vibrating against her jaw. He pulled his arm away from her shoulder, jerking her shirt up higher so he could cup her breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"I'm sorry..." She huffed out. "I can't take...too soon for more..." She protested faintly, but she didn't release her hold on his wrist, if anything she was guiding his fingers deeper into her and he teased her by pressing a third digit against her entrance. "More..." She finally whispered and just as he made to push his third finger into her, there was a sharp rap on the door.
They both jumped at the sound and it was Rick, asking for Daryl's help with something or another. He withdrew his fingers from her panties and Carol let out a moan of disappointment and the hand went to her waist to steady her.
"Yeah, be there in a minute!" Daryl called out, cursing under his breath. Carol squirmed uncomfortably, still incredibly turned on and left hanging mid-way to a second orgasm. "Serves you right for bein' such a tease." He murmured against her cheek, turning her around to face him. She was red faced, hot to the touch and there was a light sheen of sweat across her brow.
"You can't leave me, like this..." She panted, clinging to his damp shirt. He let out a low chuckle and brought his finger to his lips, sucking her taste from it. She gasped at the action, having never had anyone do that before.
"'S ya own fault." He told her, pulling away. She whimpered and he nudged back against the sofa, not trusting her to not topple over in her worked-up state. "And don't even think 'bout finishin' up while I'm gone." With that, he disappeared, leaving her a quivering wreck on the sofa.
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She gave herself ten minutes to calm down, finding a dry pair of panties and pants that didn't require holding to stay up. She left his shirt on, pulling a cardigan over it. She checked herself in her hand mirror and to her, it was plainly obvious what had just happened. The sweat had cooled off but her cheeks were still a little pink and her guilty expression gave the game away. Nevertheless, she yanked the door open to help the other women with the preparation of their evening meal.
No-one said anything to her, although she was sure Lori kept sneaking curious glances at her, but it could have been paranoia causing her to think things that weren't happening. The men came into the kitchen talking about things she had no desire to pay attention to and she tried to avoid looking at him, lest her face completely give away the game.
He overly chatty at the dinner table, engaging in conversations that he usual avoided like the plague. She even caught him smiling once or twice and she wondered whether he was genuinely in a good mood or whether it was like it was for her, a way of distracting himself.
She took over the washing up, rushing to get it done quickly. Everyone seemed to be in the same frame of mind, it had been several days since they slept in beds and all were looking forward to mattresses and duvets. Mostly everyone was sleeping upstairs, the only exception was T-Dog, who was using the blow up mattress in the sitting room, thankfully across the house from the study.
She was first in the sofa bed and she had stripped down to just his shirt, her panties tossed into the corner with her other things. She was determined to get the second orgasm he had worked her towards and give him one of his own. A few minutes later he followed her in, but now his facial expression was grim.
"What's wrong?" She asked, sitting up.
He toed his boots off, stripping off his layers.
"I'm going into that town first thing tomorrow." He told her, undressing to his underwear before sliding under the covers with her.
"Why?" She was confused, he didn't seem all that worried but his tone was miserable.
"No fuckin' rubbers, is there?" He sighed, thumping his pillow into shape.
Carol's heart sunk. She hadn't even thought of that, but it would be completely necessary. Although she was forty now, there was still every chance she could fall pregnant and that would be the worst thing that could happen to them. She settled back down into the bed and shuffled closer to him, he let her curl over his chest. She wanted to give him what he had given her, total bliss, but foreplay was not her strong point. Giving Ed a blow job was more like getting choked, he didn't guide her, more like held her head whilst he created the rhythm he wanted, usually aggressive. But Daryl would be different, for Daryl, she would try.
She looked up from her position on his chest, pushing her hand downwards to cup his dick gently. "There's plenty we can do without condoms." She murmured huskily up at him and he smiled. She felt him grow underneath her fingers and she shuffled further down the bed before he could say anything to her.
As he felt her hot, wet mouth close around him, he let out a sight of contentment, not believing his fucking luck.