The Cleaning Lady
The house is quiet on a Friday night at the Grimes residence. Judith is fast asleep, Carl is in his room ensconced in comic books, novels, and who knows what else, and Rick is seated on the living room couch, reading a book that Michonne recommended. He is trying harder these days to relax and enjoy some of the things he took pleasure in before the world went haywire. He burrows down deeper into the comfort of the couch and flips a page as he continues to read. He takes a deep breath and his senses are assaulted by the most delightful aroma. It's light, lemony, and fresh. Just then, Michonne waltzes through to the kitchen. She's cleaning again Rick thinks to himself. Damn.
He sets the book aside, careful to mark his place, and sits up, resting his elbows on his knees as he watches her in the kitchen. She has her hair pulled up into a ponytail and she's wearing those huge cleaning gloves. Rick is not sure what it is, but seeing her like that just turns him on. Being in the safe zone has brought out all kinds of aspects that he never knew she possessed. She's like a chameleon, adapting to any environment she is placed in.
Michonne moves down the hallway to the bathroom while Rick pauses for only a minute before leaving the couch to follow her. He stands at the door, watching quietly through the opening closest to the doorframe. She is bent over, scrubbing the tub with vigor. His eyes zero in on her voluptuous, round ass and his breathing quickens as her ass bounces gently with her movements. He can feel his body becoming aroused, so he steps into the bathroom, quietly.
The water is running, so his approach goes undetected. Quickly and gently, Rick aligns his crotch with her backside, grasping her hips as he grinds into her. Michonne pops up with a squeal, clutching at her chest.
"Rick, you scared me. What are you doing?" she asks.
He doesn't answer her, just latches onto the back of her neck, sucking and kissing gently. He moves his hands up to cup her breasts with a squeeze. She reaches up behind her, running her fingers through his hair. That is all the encouragement he needs as he turns her to face him and places his mouth on hers.
Michonne groans as she opens her mouth to receive his tongue, sucking on it gently. She splays her hands across his back, pulling him closer to her. He suspends their kissing session to move down to her neck and shoulders, pushing the straps of her tank top and bra aside. She throws her head back to give him better access and gasps when he grabs her ass with both hands soundly.
He lifts her effortlessly, her legs automatically circling his waist. He moves back toward the door, allowing her to close and lock it. They move over to the counter where he plops her down softly. He finds her lips again and they kiss each other hungrily as she starts to unbutton his shirt. Once his shirt is undone, she grabs and squeezes his pecs, moving down to caress his flat stomach. She reaches further down to unbutton and unzip his jeans.
Rick grabs the bottom of her tank top, pulling it over her head. He removes her bra expertly, tossing both articles of clothing to the floor. He looks back at her, admiring her beautiful round and perky breasts, touching them lightly as he lifts one to meet his mouth. He suckles her and bites softly as he caresses the other, then alternates.
He takes one of her hands and places it against his crotch, moving his hips slowly. Michonne caresses him as he returns the favor, moving his hand to her center. The buildup proves to be too much for her as she impatiently drags Rick's shirt from his shoulders. He drops his hands to his sides, letting the shirt fall to the floor. She then pushes at his pants, allowing Rick to step back and remove them along with his boxers. He stands in front of her in all of his glory and Michonne licks her lips as she offers her hand to him, beckoning him back to her.
Rick takes her hand, moving to stand in between her legs. He takes a hold of her pants, tugging to get them off. She lifts her butt so he can remove them with more ease. Once naked, she leans back grasping him in her hand as she guides his thick length to her. He places his hands at her hips, holding her in place as he pushes himself slowly inside, groaning as he is enveloped in her warmth.
They start to move together slowly. She wraps her arms around him and holds on as her passion grows. He deliberately takes his time, moving in and out of her slowly, tortuously. She gasps and bites down softly on any part of his body readily available to her. Moving her hands down to his ass, she squeezes him softly and whispers, "Yes, that's it, Rick. Oh…..that's it."
He leans in, putting his mouth right at her ear and says softly, "Shhh….I need this to last….."
Michonne turns to him and takes his lips with hers, kissing him in time with their rhythm. He brings a hand up to one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between his fingers. She throws her head back, placing her hands at her sides on the counter, leaning back to allow Rick to sink even deeper into her moisture. Bringing her eyes back to his, she pants, "Harder. Fuck me harder."
He closes his eyes, reveling in how she makes him feel, and concentrating on keeping his own release at bay. He then opens his eyes to look directly into hers and whispers, "Anythang….anythang for you." With that admission, he increases his pace with just a little more force to his thrusts, supporting her with a hand at her back and the other at her hip.
Michonne hisses and gasps as she feels her body coil up with tension on the verge of release. Rick feels the beginning of her orgasm as her sex starts to clench around his. She becomes even more vocal, so he gently pulls her to him and covers her mouth with his as he allows her to ride out her orgasm to the fullest.
Her body feels boneless as she rests her head on Rick's shoulder, trying to catch her breath. "What….." she begins as she feels Rick lift her off the counter, separating their bodies. He sets her down gently, facing the wall. He places her hands against the wall, spreading her legs with his knees as he moves in behind her. She looks back at him curiously, then gasps as he enters her again, his hands at her waist.
He moves as he did before, slowly, tortuously. She matches his rhythm, wanting to take some control over their lovemaking. Rick may be passive in other areas of their relationship, but he was almost always the aggressor when it came to their sex life. She removes one of her hands from the wall to place it at his thigh, to caress him. He grunts with his thrusts, but quickly grabs her hand and places it back on the wall. He also knows exactly what he wants when it comes to their sex life.
Gasping with every thrust, Michonne bites down on her bottom lip when his thrusts become more forceful. He leans forward, tracing her skin with his tongue. "Mine," he growls as he tightens his hold at her waist. "You're mine."
Michonne agrees quickly, "Yes. I'm yours. All yours."
He continues to pump into her relentlessly. Right when she thinks he is on the pinnacle of release, he stops. He just stops. She looks back at him with a questioning look. He breathes heavily as he says, "I'm not ready for this to end yet." She waits for a beat, then gives him one of her mischievous smiles, and pushes back on him, moving her hips in a circular motion.
Rick feels his body tense up with her movements. "Michonne…..no….wait…"
She doesn't heed him at all as she increases her pace, forcing him to hold on. He can't fight the sensation as he quickly gives in, meeting her thrusts with thrusts of his own.
He stops again, trying to take control of the situation. Her answer is to throw even more force into her movements. Moments later, Rick groans loudly as his body finds its release. He drops his head to her back and says, "Damn…that was incredible." He pulls back, coming to a stand, cradling her back against his chest.
They both fall softly to the bathroom floor, trying to gain some normalcy to their breathing. Rick wraps his arms around her, holding her closely to his body as he places a kiss on her forehead.
Michonne squeezes him to her, looking around the bathroom and pouts, "At this rate, I'm never going to get this house clean." She feels Rick's body shake with laughter.