He tugged the drenched lace out of the way with one hand and pressed his thick middle finger of the other into her opening. Carol gasped and her whole body jerked, but he stopped at the first knuckle. He pulled and pushed in a few times, but only to that length. She was panting and only his body kept her from propelling forward to fully penetrate herself onto his finger. To lure and to pacify, he completely immersed his finger in as far as it would go without it hurting. Unhurriedly he pushed in and pulled out until he was sure he had spread her juices evenly. Then he added his index finger and increased the pace ever so slightly.

Carol's body and breathing, and likely her pulse, followed the rhythm set by his fingers. He could feel her tense and heard the tone rising in her cries. He had to decide quickly whether he wanted her to come first on his fingers or his dick. It was close, because he really did want both. There was no chance though. Not this time round.

In one fluid action, he drew his fingers out of her, bringing forth an almost popping sound and added the tip of his cock. He thrust himself in a little, then a bit further before the muscles tightened and she became rigid. Waves of convulsions spiraled through her body. Every nerve in her body cried out in pleasure as he pushed his throbbing dick in and out as best he could against her squeeze.

"Damn girl," he gasped, "you're too tight. You gotta try..." he groaned as her inner muscles twitched around him, "...to relax."

"It's so hard," she stuttered.

He wasn't sure whether she was referring to him or relaxing. He felt her muscles ease enough for him to slide in another inch. Again he switched between deep and shallow thrusts, moving her juices around to allow more access. Just as he managed to fit himself into her fully, he felt her tense and hastily rubbed his finger over the puckered hole presently above the one he was fucking.

Carol's first orgasm hit her hard as he passed the digit over the opening of her ass. She had no idea why that had excited her, but she had very little thought free to analyse it. She felt herself trembling as he pressed into her, battling against some of the tighter contractions of her climax.

Unexpectedly, he quickened his pace, making her moan noisily. Carol cried out in surprise as once again, his middle finger, wet with her essence, slipped into her tight ass. Running the finger in slowly, not completely in sync to how his dick pumped repeatedly inside her hot pussy, he felt his own orgasm strengthening at the base of his spine. If he wasn't braced for her next orgasm, he'd lose his load long before he wanted to.

But he continued to work into her, nothing could stop him now.

"You wanna come for me, baby," he growled. He moved his finger more rapidly in and out and felt her wriggle in response. Her breath hitched as he carried on whispering his request for her to squeeze his cock.

Carol flamed and forced his finger out as she came. He had to stop still to keep himself coming undone. As she writhed around him, pulsations compressing up and down his cock, he bit down on his lip to try to keep control. He was going to lose it, but he had just enough time for what he wanted.

"Over," he rumbled, pulling out.

Carol squeaked out a protest as she flipped herself over and slid up onto the table. She watched with anticipation as he re-positioned himself. Tilting her at the hips, spreading her legs wide until her heat was welcoming him again. He drove against her, the head of his erection kissing her fevered folds.

"Eyes on me," he croaked, contending with how good she felt as well as his own self control for these last few moments of satisfaction.

As soon as their eyes locked, he charged into her again. Carol's eyes grew wide and he watched her submerge into the pleasure once again. He fucked her until they were both shuddering through their climaxes.

The thrusting finally stopped an he brought his sweaty forehead to hers. Panting aggressively over her slicked skin and delicate lips.

Eyes still on hers, he stuck out his tongue and slid it possessively over her mouth, just once.

"Hey, I'm Daryl," His voice strained.

Carol couldn't help but giggle at his less than timely introduction. He was right. This was crazy.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Daryl, I'm Carol," Her breath caught once again when she realised how he was looking at her. Like if he closed his eyes, she'd disappear. Like she was the only woman that ever existed.

The pleasure's all mine, he thought. Believe me.

Daryl's eyes roamed her face. Jesus. She was fuckin' perfect. His heart thumped heavily against his chest. The thought of getting up, letting her go. Not being able to do all the things he wanted, over and over. He ached.

To touch her.

To taste her.

To smell her.

Fuck. What if that was it? A one time deal.

This was crazy. He was crazy.

About her.

Carol sensed something was off. She felt drawn to him, there was no denying that. Not now.

Lifting her hand, she cupped his cheek and stroked over the stubble on his chin, instantly bringing his attention back to her.

"I'm here until six, you... want to call back and go grab something to eat?" She breathed out shakily. Her whole body on tenterhooks. Here she was asking him out while he was still sheathed inside her.

Daryl's eyes lit up, a smile gracing his features. He inched forward and pressed a light kiss to the top of her nose.

"Thought you'd never ask."