Smut alert!

He had kissed the life out of her on the couch that they both were surprised in the intensity of their touch. One thing led to another and when Daryl stood up and moved about locking the house up with Carol wrapped around him kissing his neck she didn't ask him to put her down or put her into the spare bedroom. He had no idea how far they were taking it it was really intense and they both couldn't stop touching each other. Her legs wrapped around him. If he could keep her there forever he would. His mouth moved to her neck as he half slammed into the front door as as he tried to lock it.

She wasn't letting go, her hold was desprate they crashed into the wall turning off a light. He fumbled for the handle to the hall so they could make their way out of the lounge and he was thankful they left the light on down there. He used the wall to support her. Her fingers tugged his shirt from his pants and her hands went up under his shirt. He slipped one hand into the back of her underwear tracing her crack. He moved again because he didn't want to drop her.

He put her to her feet and pushed up against her as he shut the bathroom door behind them. He stepped back a little, adjusted his pants while looking at her. She was breathing heavily, her nipples were visible through her tee shirt, he'd undone her bra on the couch and now they were just heavy breathing looking at each other trying to figure out where to go from here. He didn't know if they were both on the same page, would having sex make things worse or better he didn't know, she didn't know but it seemed like a fine idea right in that moment.

'You ummmmmmmmm, I mean, I'm gonna take a shower,' he told her.

His eyes were thick with lust and she knew he was giving her the chance to back out gracefully if she wanted too. Giving her the choice to join him or to go. The straining in his jean's showed her he was extremely turned on, it was taking all his effort to back away to give her space for what she needed. Carol looked him over, to the side dips that went down into his jeans because his shirt was half off because of her. She wanted to see what was going on below his jeans, she needed to clear her head for a minute.

She just nodded panting a little her head was a little giddy with the wine and with the kissing. He pulled his shirt off and she looked him over, still muscly, tan, he reached in to turn the shower on. She stayed leaned up against the bathroom door scared to move incase the feeling in her legs wouldn't come back. She studied him as he dropped his pants and underwear, she saw his straining dick dripping as he stepped into the shower, he begin to wash himself, she took a breath and pushed herself off the bathroom door.

She needed to use the toilet. She went through the door to the toilet when she come back Daryl had his back to her, one arm propped against the wall like he was steadying himself. With his other hand he was washing under his arms and down the smattering of chest hair towards his dick, she watched his hands move over his body, she wanted to touch him again.

She continued to watch him through the glass shower door. She had two choices. To get inside with him or to go to the spare room. The throbbing between her legs wouldn't let her go past the shower. What the hell was she doing, she could couldn't help it she wanted him so bad. She wanted him inside her to help fill the void she'd been missing for the past 4 years. She decided to follow her heart and not her brain by taking off her clothes and stepping into the shower.

Their bodies had made some changes, Carol's from a second child birth and Daryl had lost a great deal of weight but replaced it with hard muscle. She couldn't help but run her hands down his muscles, down his flat stomach. He couldn't believe he was in the shower with Carol and she was touching him, stoking his chest. He kissed her neck and listened to her sigh a little.

They were both desperate, things happened really fast. Touching and stroking each other. He run his hand down her back cupping her arse. He pulled her to him. He was hard as a rock, she touched him stroking his cock. He moaned into her neck. Backing her to the back wall of the shower. He stroked down her breast, stroking right down to her slit. He run his finger around her clit. He listened to her moan, she moan embarrassing loud. He smiled at that.

He bent his head and run his tongue around her nipple looking up at her making sure she was still having a good time with him and she wasn't having second thoughts. She was running her fingers through his hair. She looked like she was having a really good time, he slipped to his knees and his mouth followed his fingers. He latched onto her clit suckling on it running his tongue around her nub. Carol made a really loud groan. She gripped his hair trying to keep him with her.

'You need to get up here,' she moaned grabbing at him so he would move up to kiss him again. He crushed into her again kissing her deeply. She scratched her nails down his back. He groaned, she was leaving her mark on him, he kissed her neck and she clung to him deeply. There was no gap between them as they both clung to each other and swayed against each others bodies. It was a first time of grasping desprate almost like it was the first time, their grief and emotions all over spilled into touch. Grabbing at each other.

'Are you ok?'

'Its good,' she whispered, moaning again as he slipped a finger inside her, he lifted her leg up over his hip and lined himself up pushing himself inside her. She grabbed his shoulders moving with him groaning and he grabbed her arse. Pulling her tight to him hard. She was trying to climb him. Hooking both her arms over his shoulders and tried to get herself into a position that she wanted too. She loved having her leg wrapped around his waist while he was driving into her. He took the hint and lifted her so both her legs were off the ground. She was moaning against his neck, biting down on his neck.

Water was pouring over him and her as he moved inside her. She was gripping onto him like he was the was going to disappear on her. She hadn't felt this intense about anything in a long time, his eyes were on hers as he moved in and out of her slowly. They both knew that this was it, she'd forgiven him and he was in love with her. It was the turning point and they both felt it. It was overwhelming she couldn't hold his gaze without getting a lump in her throat. He was moving slow holding onto her, he lowered her down to one leg, keeping the other leg over his hip and reached between her legs to rub her clit.

She couldn't hold on, hold onto him or hold onto her rush of feelings that exploded. She come hard around him, he kept pumping inside her, his own orgasm blowing as she was coming down from hers. He bowed his head onto her chest. He was shattered, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. She was clinging to him, he could tell she was crying, he took her chin and tilted her chin around to kiss her.

'You ok?'

'Yes,'

'We are going to be ok, please ... you're not crying because we just made love?' Daryl was worried.

'No,'

'Why are you crying then?'

'Because ... because ... I just realized I still love you, and ... I'm still not sure how to fix this,' she whispered.

'You don't gotta fix nothing, I love you, always have... always will,' he pulled her holding her to him, they didn't know what the hell to do now except get out get dried and try get some sleep to think and talk some more in the morning.