Caryl prompt: I like it nasty and a lil bit romantic (smut)
A/N: Y’all know the drill - 18+ only.
THIS IS ALL SMUT.
Lotta smut.
I tried to put a spin of romance in there, but maybe there was too much nasty? (is there ever too much nasty?)
She wiggles her ass up in the air, biting her lip as she tosses him a glance over her shoulder.
Well, hell, a man only has so much resolve.
His hand slips between her legs without a second of warning, grinning darkly to himself when she chokes out, burying her head against the covers from where she was bent over the bed.
“Fuck,” he mutters, stroking her a few times until she’s mewling for him.
When he slips his hand away she makes a disappointed whine, looking back over her shoulder just in time to see Daryl slipping his fingers into his mouth, a wicked smirk on that filthy mouth of his.
If there was anyway to make a woman weak at the knees, that was it.
“Ya taste good.”
Her thighs are trembling in anticipation of what’s to come, gasping when he knocks her legs further open.
Daryl inserts one finger into her, two, pumping them in a steady rhythm that has Carol rocking back against him.
“Needy this evenin’ are we?” he asks with a heady chuckle.
“Please,” she moans, needing something more than his fingers can give her.
“No need ta beg sweetheart,” he says, removing his fingers once more, the sound of his zipper music to Carol’s ears.
She keeps her head forward, hearing as he strokes himself from behind her.
The sensation of him rubbing his dick through her slick folds is enough to make them both groan, rotating her hips against him, coating him in her wetness.
He presses a hand to her ass cheek, palming it greedily, squeezing and massaging as his other hand lines his hardened member up with her entrance.
“Ya ready?”
Carol merely whimpers in response, arching her behind higher in the air.
“Alright,” he grunts, bringing himself to the hilt in one swift thrust.
Carol jolts forward, crying out in total satisfaction, that feeling of fullness almost overwhelming.
“Stand up for me,” he murmurs, rubbing the small of her back with a calloused hand.
She complies, sucking in a sharp breath as she stands so her back is pressed to his bare chest.
His arm wraps around her middle, slowly rolling his hips up into her, Carol balancing on her tiptoes.
Soft kisses are peppered against the slope of her neck, nipping just below her ear as Daryl continues to thrust into her.
His free hand cups her jaw, angling so he can have access to that sweet mouth of hers. The kiss is deep, tongues dancing seductively against one another in such a way that it causes Carol to groan.
“Love ya,” he murmurs as he pulls away, pushing her gently back down onto the bed.
“Love you too,” she whispers with a smile, fingers gripping at the bed sheets as she allows herself to get lost in the sensation of him bucking into her again and again.