AN: Here we are, another chapter here.
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Daryl could hear Carol in the bathroom as he woke and fully came into himself. He smiled and hugged his pillow, scrubbing his face there and enjoying the softness of it. He decided to give her a hard time. Teasing her, after all, was one of his favorite things.
"Where is my wife?" Daryl called out, putting as much pretend whine and drama behind it as he could. "What the hell did I do that she left me in the middle of the night an' took our kid with her?"
From the bathroom, Daryl heard laughter. He laughed, too, stifling most of it with his pillow. He listened as Carol finished up and emerged from the bathroom. She switched the lamp on and pulled the covers back, straightening them from where she'd flicked them off of her before sliding under them again. She sat with her head propped against the headboard and reached for Daryl's hand. He gave it to her without hesitation, and she pressed it to her belly.
"Your Sprout can't go the whole night," she said, "without making me get up."
Daryl sat up on his elbow. He rubbed her belly affectionately.
"She movin'?" He asked.
"Not right now," Carol said. Daryl leaned and pressed his lips to her belly, the soft cotton of her nightgown covering her skin. He closed his eyes a moment, contemplating the life that was separated from him only by Carol's body—the life that Carol was creating from scratch. Carol ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.
"We have a little time before we have to get up to get ready for work," Carol said, drawing her words out at the end.
Daryl smiled and placed one more quick kiss on her belly. He looked at her and grinned.
"You feelin' sexy toward me right now?" He asked. Carol smiled back at him and took one last swipe at his hair, likely smoothing it where she'd sent it in some crazy direction. If Daryl could say nothing else about the effects of Sprout on her mother, he could say that the baby made Carol incredibly horny, and it was pretty much a permanent condition—not that he was really complaining.
"If you want to sleep," Carol said, letting it hang out there so that he'd have to make the final call. He laughed and sat up, beginning to shuck off his clothes. She did the same. There was no need, after all, for either of them to play coy. It only wasted their time to play other things, after all.
"I don't wanna sleep, woman," Daryl declared as he came toward Carol. As soon as she was out of her own clothes, she welcomed him with open arms and hugged him to her. He kissed her, and for a few moments they simply went back and forth, exchanging kisses and laughing at each other's teasing.
"I want'cha to say the thing," Daryl said.
"What?" Carol breathed out.
"You know—the thing. The thing from the book that I told you I liked."
Daryl's latest book—currently waiting on his bedside table—was one of Carol's romance books from some long ago and far away kind of life in a castle. Carol's latest book was one that she'd ordered—a book about the different little sexy things that some people like.
"I'll never get the accent right," Carol said. "Or the words…not all of them."
"Don't matter," Daryl said. "You said you'd say it."
She kissed him and smiled at him. It was a soft, almost drunk smile that told Daryl that he made her feel a certain way—and that made him feel a certain way, too.
"I did," she said. "I did say that I would say it, and I will…but it won't be perfect, so keep your expectations low."
"Any lower and we'd have to dig for 'em," he assured her.
She gave him a little sigh. He didn't believe it for a moment. She puckered her lips at him and rubbed his face with her fingertips as she worked herself up. Then, her false sincerity broke and she giggled.
"I feel so silly," she said.
"Do I have to list all the shit I've done for you? All the shit I'm willin' to do for you? And all I said was—it got me pretty fuckin' hot to read that. And you said you'd say it."
"But if I'm laughing? Does it work?"
"Only one way to find out," Daryl said.
"I think you just like—you just like the word 'suckle,' Daryl," Carol said. "I think that's the whole reason…it's the whole reason you want me to say that…thou…see? I can't be serious and say this…thou mayst suckle at my breast."
Daryl crinkled his nose at her.
"No," he said. "Nah…it was better in the book."
"I'm sorry, Pookie," Carol said. "Maybe it's just…the way it was written in the book. But I think you just like the word 'suckle,' and…the invitation." She smiled at him and bit her lower lip. "And I might not be some sixteenth century lady or whatever, but you can absolutely suckle my breasts, if you want to. You can suckle anything you want."
Daryl felt heat rush to his face and elsewhere. He nodded at her.
"Yeah—see…yeah…"
He kissed her and she nipped his lip as he pulled away.
"I always know it's working when you get so poetic," she said. She directed his face downward. "Go ahead—I expect to be thoroughly suckled."
Daryl laughed to himself. Still, the word worked for him, and her tone of voice—when it was genuine—only made it better.
"I'ma suckle you so damn good," he said, latching onto her nipple. She arched her back and called out. He'd surprised her and, maybe, even her appreciation had surprised her. Her breasts were sensitive. Her nipples were doubly or triply as sensitive as they had once been, and Daryl loved to suck them. He loved the way it stirred her up. He slipped his hand between her legs and rubbed her clit slowly and consistently. She rolled her hips and sought more friction. "I'ma suckle your pussy when I'm done here," Daryl assured her. "Just like this."
She growled out something that was an odd mix of profanity and the taking of the Lord's name in vain—at least Daryl was pretty sure that's what she'd said. He never could have explained to anyone the somewhat fevered feeling he got in his brain when she responded to him so damn hungrily and made him feel like the best thing in the world—the very best man that ever had lived. It only made him hungrier for her.
He broke off teasing her nipples to come back for a kiss and she laughed quietly at him when he bit her lip gently and tugged on it.
"I think—you have a fetish," Carol whispered. "I'm reading about a lot of them in my books."
"Yeah?" Daryl said.
"Mmmhmmm…" Carol said. "And I think you have a fetish with suckling things and…putting things in your mouth."
"I got a fetish for puttin' you in my mouth," Daryl said. "Got a fetish for every damn thing about you. That in your book? I got a Carol Ann Dixon fetish."
"You're teasing me now," Carol said.
"What you want from me?" Daryl asked. "What's somethin' you want from me?" Her cheeks ran pink. Her smile told him that what she wanted immediately came to mind, but she was rejecting it. "Go ahead," he urged.
"No," Carol said.
"Go on! I wanna know!" Daryl pressed. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and she closed her eyes to the sensation. She bit her lip when he dropped his hand and returned to harassing her clit with his fingertips. She was already wet. He resisted the urge to taste his fingers—maybe she was right. Maybe he did have a fetish about putting things in his mouth, but he was right, too. It was mostly her that he couldn't resist tasting. "Go on," he urged again.
"I wanna watch," Carol said. She spat the words out at him like a confession that she'd been holding in for a while. He stopped rubbing her clit for a moment, and she opened her eyes at him.
"Watch?" He asked.
"Forget it," she said. He laughed.
"Hell, Carol—I ain't judging you. I'm asking for clarification. What do you wanna watch?" Her face ran crimson. He decided, right then and there, that she got whatever she wanted. "Hey—you can tell me. What'cha wanna watch?"
"You," Carol said. "I mean—you…fucking me." She growled, maybe in frustration at herself. "I want to watch you…you know…"
"I don't," Daryl said. "But I desperately wanna know. Just tell me. I cross my damn heart and hope to die that I won't even tease your ass if you don't want me to."
"I want to watch you…fuck me," Carol said. She bit her lip. "I want to watch you…go inside me. But from your perspective. I want to see what you see."
Daryl would have thought he couldn't possibly be more turned on by Carol, but he was wrong. He realized, in that moment, he was absolutely, positively wrong.
"You mean like—with a mirror?" He asked.
"I hadn't thought of the specifics," Carol said. She practically growled at him and he swallowed back amusement. Sprout also brought her fair share of random irritability to the table.
He held his hand up.
"Hold on—I got it."
Daryl quickly crawled across the bed and retrieved his phone. He came back.
"No!" Carol protested.
"What? You can watch it, then," Daryl said.
"And then that's just on your phone and…what if someone sees it?"
"Last damn thing I want is someone gettin' a close-up of your pussy," Daryl said. "Because as soon as they do? They're beatin' down the damn door tryin' to break up my happy home. Relax. We'll delete it when we're done." He changed position and dipped his head. For a moment, he took her up on her invitation to suckle what he wanted. That's exactly what he did. He suckled her until she was clearly turned on—and relaxed into the idea of playing with him more.
He turned on his phone's video recording.
He had seen them both from this perspective, but it felt different filming it. It sent a little unexpected surge of excitement through him.
"Open your legs a little more to me, Sweetheart," Daryl said. He smiled when she did what he asked. It was a turn-on just watching her through the screen. "You wanna see this…lemme show you this. This? Oh—hell yeah…this is your beautiful pussy." He rubbed her, teasing her, and filmed it. "You don't see it as much as I do, but it's…abso-fuckin'-lutely perfect. Soft. Like silk. Tastes good." To demonstrate his feelings on that, he sucked his fingers and grinned at Carol's expression as she watched him. "I'd let you taste it, but I'm greedy," he teased. He turned the camera to her face for a moment. "What the hell else you don't see is how hot my wife is when she's lookin' at me like that." He flipped the camera back down and laughed when he nearly dropped it. He straightened it back up. "Pussy's so wet, it's makin' it hard to hold onto shit." He slipped his finger into her and stroked her. Then he slipped another in. "You're squeezing me already," he teased. "You do that two times—one, is when you're nervous, and two, is when you're comin' or damn near close to it. You don't wanna do this?" Her expression and the fact that she was holding onto the sheets like she might fall off the bed told Daryl what he needed to know, but he waited on her.
"We're heading more toward two," she offered.
"Keep goin'?" He asked.
"Please," Carol said.
He was glad to hear it. There was little he wanted more than to keep going. He had never thought about how much this might turn him on, but it did.
"This is my dick. You've seen it before." A glance toward her showed her eyes were closed. Anything she was seeing right now was coming directly from her imagination. "You said it was too big a couple times. Said it hurt your flower." He laughed quietly at her joking name for her pussy. "Said it made your flower sore when I rode you hard like I like to do sometimes."
Carol laughed—a quick burst.
"Still does, sometimes," she said. "Feels good, though. You feel good."
"You feel good. Silky. Warm. This is me, see? Just—easin' right on in there. You real close to comin' like this. Sometimes you push back on me when you're like this. Like you're lockin' me out. See? Pushin' me out. Just like that. Access denied if I don't push harder." Carol rolled her hips slightly like she was trying to open herself more to him. Her eyes were still closed. Her lips were partially open. Her breathing was audibly heavy and steady. It turned Daryl on far more than it should have. "Gotta wait until your muscles loosen—like that right there. See? I can feel it…when you're sqeezin' like that. Pulshin' like that. When you relax—then you'll let me slip on in. There you go. That's me easin' on in there. You don't hardly need me, though. You just about comin' without me."
Daryl wasn't sure how much to film, but he got the distinct idea that it didn't matter. Carol reached for him and, as he changed his position to thrust into her and give her the kisses that she came seeking, at the same time, he tossed the phone to the side—forgotten somewhere in the blankets. She came long before he did, but she didn't complain as she encouraged him to get exactly what he needed and wanted from her body.
After he came, she made no complaint that he settled for a moment to affectionately suckle at her nipples—coming full circle to the beginning of their morning games with each other.
"You want me to delete this?" Daryl asked, finding his phone. "Shit—I forgot it was still runnin'. Tapin' the bed bigger'n shit."
"I don't want anyone else to see that," Carol said.
"So delete it…you didn't wanna see it?" Daryl asked.
"Let me see," Carol said. Daryl offered it to her and, as she settled back against the headboard, he settled against her with his head near her chest. If he'd wanted, it wouldn't have taken much effort to make his way back to her nipples. Carol started watching the video and then paused it, reaching for her reading glasses on the nightstand.
"Somethin' sexy about you needin' your readin' glasses," Daryl said as she returned to watching the video. She paused it again and smiled at him.
"You think my glasses are sexy?" She asked.
"I do," Daryl said. "But—more'n that? It's knowin' you wanna see all the damn details of me fuckin' you."
Carol's face ran red.
"Is that bad?"
"No," Daryl said. "Hell—I like watchin' me fuckin' you, so why shouldn't you? If I didn't have to rest, I'd say we'd go again with you watchin' it at the same time."
"I'll just—commit it to memory," Carol said, watching the video as she lazily scratched Daryl's back with her free hand. He closed his eyes and curled into her. He was more given to napping after sex than she was. She'd hold him and let him nap a bit, just like this—at least until she had to go to the bathroom. "You know, it's pretty bad that…I need reading glasses to see all the details, isn't it?"
"Why?" Daryl asked sleepily. He turned his face enough to kiss her skin and smell her. He felt strangely driven to do it, and he knew she wouldn't hate him for it, so he extended his tongue and licked the salty flavor of her skin.
"Did you just lick me?" She asked. Daryl laughed.
"Shhhh…" He answered. "You taste good."
"I'm telling you—that's a fetish. It's in my book."
"I don't doubt that," Daryl said. "Prob'ly has my name right there. Daryl Dixon has a fetish for Carol Dixon."
"That's not what I mean."
"Well, it's what I mean," Daryl said. He sat up just enough to change his position. This time, he kissed her belly and nuzzled his face against their growing daughter—not hard enough to send Carol running to the bathroom just yet.
"I shouldn't need reading glasses and be pregnant," Carol said. "That's ridiculous, don't you think?"
"I don't think," Daryl said. "Not about that."
"You think I'm too old?" Carol asked.
"Don't think about that bullshit neither," Daryl said.
"What do you think about?" Carol asked.
Daryl kissed her belly softly and then smiled against her skin.
"I think—you're sexy. And…you taste good. And your skin feels good on my face. And you smell like you…"
"Who else would I smell like?"
"That ain't the point," Daryl said. "And I think—look how big our baby girl is gettin' and how long it'll be before she's kickin' hard enough her daddy can feel her." Daryl pushed himself up and ran his hand through his hair. "And I think you're sexy as hell with your glasses on. But I don't think a whole lot about you bein' too damn old for what the hell we're doin'."
Carol smiled at him.
"I love you with my whole heart," she said. "Do you know that?"
"I had a decent idea," Daryl said with a shrug. "Now—we got…at least a half hour before we gotta get up. What's say you go pee, because I know you gotta by now, and when you come back, you let me practice my sucklin' a little bit more. Because I ain't done all I have a mind to do this morning."
Carol laughed, and she shook her head, but there was no objection. She simply eased out of bed and started toward the bathroom.
"Delete that video," she told Daryl.
"You don't wanna watch no more?" Daryl asked.
"No," Carol admitted. Immediately, her voice was heavy with teasing. "But I sure as shit expect you to narrate more to me, Pookie."
