Daryl hadn't had many sexual experiences in his life, the ones he had were nothing special, usually a few minutes of frantic thrusts and grunts with a trashy girl he had found at one of Merle's sleazy hangouts. It was something he simply did when he needed to relieve some stress, as much as he hated himself for it he never even saw their faces.
He had never believed in love, never really seen it. His parents certainly weren't an example of a healthy relationship and the only other major influence he had was Merle who had encouraged the meaningless flings. Compared to his older brother, Daryl was a saint.
He had never cared whether the sex had been good for the woman he was with, as soon as he reached his goal he was gone. It dawned on him that he didn't really know how to make it good for them. And it had only dawned on him now, as Carol lay in the centre of her bed patiently waiting for him to come back from wherever it was his mind had taken him. He was suddenly nervous again, he didn't want this to be one of those flings. He had never had this feeling before, she was the most important person in his life and he was terrified of disappointing her.
He couldn't stop thinking back to when he had watched her, when she was saying his name. He was guessing that wasn't the first time she had thought about him this way either, which meant she had expectations. He wanted to be better than the version of himself she had conjured up in her mind to get herself off.
She had undressed quickly again, already bare when he made it to the bedroom. She watched him intently, he had been eager to kiss her back in the kitchen, she had felt his arousal pressing prominently into her hip as she ground against him. She thought he wanted this, knew he did but he was full of hesitation. She was going to have to guide him through this.
She sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed, stretching her arm out towards him in a signal to come closer. He shuffled towards her and took her hand, she tugged him down so he was perched on the edge with her.
"Where's your head at Pookie?" She soothed, gently brushing away the stray locks of hair that hid his beautiful face.
He let out a shaky sigh as he turned to look at her, he had been trying to keep his eyes forward, very aware of how close and naked she was. "'M right here. Jus' don't wanna let ya down s'all"
She pressed her lips together in a tight line and looked at him adoringly, he was so sweet. How was is possible for someone to be so sweet? "Daryl, trust me you have nothing to worry about. It's you. I just want you."
"Ain't had a lotta experience with this stuff," he confessed.
"What and you think I have?"
He supposed she was right, he knew about her past. It was easy to forget it when she acted so confident in herself, she had come a long way since her piece of shit husband.
She took hold of his chin and gently pulled his face closer, pressing her lips softly to the corner of his lips just next to his beauty mark. Before she could pull away he caught her lips with his, he could feel her smiling widely. Her hand came up to hover over the buttons of his shirt, waiting for him to give her the go ahead, he nodded yes as he continued to kiss her.
She pushed his shirt off his wide shoulders and scooted her way back up the bed so she was laying down again, he followed her lead and settled between her open legs. He kissed her, and kissed her, and kissed her for what felt like an eternity and he never wanted it to end. At some point his hands had made their way to her breasts, squeezing and stroking and revelling in the small gasps and moans he drew from her. She was getting uncomfortably wet now, craving so much more of him. He was grinding his hips into her in the most incredible way, his hard length rubbing her perfectly.
She moved her hands to his belt buckle desperate to rid him of his jeans and have his bare skin against her, his eyes flew open, his hands instinctively shot down to grab her wrists. "Can I?" She panted, owlish pleading with his own.
"Yeah, sorry," he had to push through his fears of never being good enough, this was Carol and she wanted this as badly as him. She quickly stripped him of his jeans and boxers and he suddenly felt self conscious again as she took in his naked form for the first time. He dared a glance up at her and couldn't help but smirk, she boldly gazed at his gorgeous, tanned muscles, his broad chest heaving with laboured breaths, the light smattering of dark hair leading from his belly button to his groin, and finally his generous erection, a wave of longing shot through her system.
He cleared his throat shyly to break her out of her trance, she tore her eyes away from him, face flushed and urged him to join her back on the bed. He settled himself back between her legs and she wasted no time grazing her fingers over his manhood. He lost himself in her touch and tried not to crush her as he balanced his weight, arms braced on either side of her head. She needed to stop what she was doing or this was going to be over before he was even inside her.
"Stop! Stop," he gasped, the words sounded strangled as he tried to hold himself together. "Too much."
She stopped stroking him and circled her arms around his neck, playing with the loose ends of his hair as he leaned down to kiss her softly again. She started rocking her hips upwards again, her wet heat gliding up against his cock, he whined against her lips.
"Keep me waiting any longer and I'm gonna have to use my own hand again," she teased, he huffed out a laugh and kissed the tip of her nose. He cupped her face in his large hands and brushed his thumbs lightly over her cheekbones.
His heart picked up speed when she reached down to line him up with her entrance, he braced his arms on either side of her again and when she gave him a small nod of encouragement he thrust his hips forward, she was so wet he buried himself inside her easily. Her hands immediately found purchase in his hair, her mouth forming a silent 'o' as she was overwhelmed with the feeling of him stretching her.
Daryl slammed his eyes shut and lowered his forehead to rest against hers, she felt incredible, he was going to have to figure out how to get her there fast because he wasn't going to last long. She gave an experimental wiggle of her hips and his eyes found hers again, begging him to move. He found a steady pace and concentrated on her reactions, what made her whimper, what made her eyes flutter shut, what made her throw her head back and bite down on her lip to silence her moans.
He learnt a lot about her in that moment. He learnt that it drove her wild when he sucked on the skin behind her ear. He learnt that she was slightly ticklish, jolting and squeaking when his fingers brushed over a certain point on her ribs. He learnt that she loved to yank on his hair, her nails scraping delightfully across his scalp when he angled towards a spot deep inside her. He learnt she loved it when his face was close to hers, all his suppressed groans right next her ear.
He was dangerously close to coming now but he was determined to hold back until she had finished first. "Carol… I gonna… ohh please," his broken speech and the now erratic movements of his hips told her he was using all his self control not to come. She had never seen anything sexier in her whole life than Daryl Dixon trying to fight off an orgasm. She took the hint and removed one of her hands from his hair to rub fast circles over her bundle of nerves.
It all happened quickly after that, the blinding pleasure ripped through her body with little warning, her muscles clamping down around him, he still held back his own climax and pounded into her as hard as he could wanting to prolong her high for as long as possible.
"Daryl… Daryl… Daryl…" His name fell repeatedly from her lips once more as she lost herself to the blissful sensation, except this time she wasn't whispering it, she was screaming it.
She locked her still trembling legs around his waist, heels digging into his behind as she tried to keep him as deep as he could go. "Let go, let go baby, stop fighting it," she urged and that's all it took. His shaking arms collapsed under his weight and he nuzzled his face into her neck, a guttural groan muffled by her skin as he shuddered through his release.
His hips stopped moving and they both lay perfectly still as they recovered from the extremity of their highs. He waited until he had gone soft before pulling out of her, the loss of connection had them both breath in sharply. Her legs were still shaking, he rolled off her and pulled her over so she fit snugly into his side, his arms coming to rest around her waist. She leaned up to capture his lips in a long, deep kiss that left her stomach fluttering violently. He pulled away and grazed his nose against her own.
"I'm so in love with you," she sighed, watching as his face broke out into a rare captivating smile. No one had ever told him they loved him before, his whole body felt warm and fuzzy.
"Love ya too," he grumbled into her curls, pulling her flush against his body. He had never felt happiness like this, every moment he spent here holding her made up for his lifetime of shitty memories, because as long as she was around he felt like he belonged.