8:13 a.m. Day 2
The shower-head stopped spraying. "Hey, beautiful, toss me a towel, plese." Rick stepped out from behind the glass partition to the helpful, towel-bearing hand of Michonne. She turned from the mirror above the sink where she was brushing her teeth, hair in a ponytail, to admire his exceptionally distracting body: his leg, arm and chest hair were sticking smoothly to his skin, his muscular thighs attached to his first- rate butt, those bulging, ripped abs and the holy trinity of his shoulders, chest and biceps that made war tanks look like origami. Another night of love-making down, they woke up more goofy and excited than they'd been when the big spoon cradled his little spoon and feel asleep- legs tangled, hair tussled and fingers intertwined.
Her ivory smile held her toothbrush between her teeth as she giggled, playfully offering him the towel then snatching it away each time he reached for it. He returned her smile, his dripping strands giving his hair a raven tint. All those dark curls falling in his face were making the blue of his eyes even more striking. After his fourth attempt to grab the towel, he gave her a half exasperated huff and relaxed his shoulders, tilting his head to inquire with a tisk,
"Are you gonna give me the towel or what?"
"Nope." She shot back with casual conviction, and removed her toothbrush to speak clearly. "Don't cover all that up." She commanded, indicating the area just below his waist with a gesture of her toothbrush. She turned coolly back to the mirror, tucked the towel under her arm that was furthest from his reach and resumed brushing.
"What!" Rick chuckled, disbelieving, disapproving and disarmed as he looked down at his sizeable hang. "C'mon, I'm cold." He begged at her back.
She spit in the sink and turned the faucet on for a second to rinse away the foam. She looked back over her shoulder at her favorite appendage of his, "You don't look cold." She quipped with a droll sort of wickedness.
He stepped forward and tried to snatch the towel from under her arm but Michonne quickly stashed it between her belly and the sink, pressing it close to her, holding it hostage.
Rick wrapped her in his arms and spoke into her ear with a low grumble, "You're gonna regret this." He poked his wiggling fingers in her arm pits and ribs, tickling her, until she howled in laughter and agony. Her wicked laugh, her bright smile in the mirror and her delicious ass squirming against him made Rick stiffen against the cotton of her nightshirt.
'Okay. OKAY!" Michonne pleaded. "Here!" She surrendered, throwing the towel well over their heads, hoping to make her escape when he went to retrieve it.
Rick didn't even look back to see where it landed. "I don't want that anymore." His lustful gaze was now fixed on her gorgeous rear curves and he pressed his thick erection against her hip. Roughly, he pulled her face back, over her shoulder, grabbing her lips with his own. Michonne turned to face him but he directed her right back to face the mirror instead and slightly bent her upper body over the sink. He lifted her shirt, revealing a few of her scars that he'd spent more than a few naked hours unconsciously tracing with his finger tips. He moved ever so slowly, situating his buoyant pink cock right under her warm brown cheeks, making her moan and brace herself against the vanity bowl.
Referring to last night he asked her, "You ready for round three?" He let out a vibrating growl, sucking her ear lobe onto his tongue. His hand making the familiar trip around her body, he dipped into her turquoise satin panties and brought his fingers up slick with her sweet wetness. "Mmmmm. All this syrup and no pancakes." he teased as he placed the two coated fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean.
Michonne watched in the mirror and her eyes rolled back when she felt her clit pounding in time with her heart, making her pussy leak even more. "I'll make you all the pancakes you want... but you gotta work for them." She said breathlessly as her rugged lover slipped her hair over one shoulder and bit the back of her neck, aggressively pushing her pelvis uncomfortably into the sink with his own.
"Take these off..." He ordered, snapping the elastic of her panties against her supple shapely hip. He stood back to give her room, stroking his aching cock lightly, eager to feel the tight crush of her steamy walls.
Michonne obeyed, biting her bottom lip and staring him down through their reflection. As soon as her underwear hit the floor, she stepped out of them, raising herself on her tip toes as Rick slid himself against her gooey slit- back and forth, back and forth- his heat and hardness making Michonne whimper impatiently.
"Come on, babe. Don't fuck around." Michonne advised him, all the amusement gone from her voice.
"Nah," He looked at her defiantly and argued, "I think I will fuck around... ya know... since I gotta air dry." Rick placed a bearish grip on her hip and gave her just the round, heavy head of his length. He pulled out repeatedly, grinning to himself- repayment for her antics with his towel. He snaked his arm up the inside of her shirt, taking her meaty breast in his large powerful hand, clutching at it for dear life and pinching her pebbled nipple.
Michonne tried to bounce on him to take more of him in, but, "Nope." He restricted her, grabbing her with both hands, stilling her in place against the sink. He couldn't decide which view he loved more: Her face, both, distorted and relaxed- eyes shut tightly, mouth a perfect 'o' or her arched back channeling down to the dimples hollowed out like the perfect resting place for his thumbs as he held her steady and tortured her a little more.
"Oh... Rick, Mmm." Her breath feathered out off her tongue. She managed to say, "This is not pancake-worthy work, Mr. Grimes."
He didn't respond with any banter, just a raw thrust that made Michonne give up a throaty cry. And then there was more of that... and more of that- a rapid succession of driving blows against her swelling g-spot. Her legs were jello and she was being kept on her feet only by her hold on the granite sink and his granite dick, knocking her almost off the balls of her feet.
"Rick!" she called. "Oh fuck, Rick!" she shrilled. "Riiiiiiiick!" she supplicated.
Knowing full well the meaning of every sigh and every pitch, he answered, "What?" in a comedic deadpan tone between his labored breaths. Moving his eyes off the lower view of the rippling impacts breaking successively across her backside, he looked to her heavy, pleading eyes.
"I'm about to cum!" She hummed desperately.
Rick gave permission with his sexiest southern twang, "C'mon then."
He, impossibly, pounded harder and faster. He took both her hands from the sink and held them, wrist to wrist, arms straight behind her back. He used the leverage to pull her back onto his pillar-like dick. She couldn't climb the sink to run from his stroke. Michonne was getting every overwhelming inch. She couldn't catch her breath either, leaving her light-headed and euphoric. A seismic quake ripped through her body from her abdomen to her hamstrings, her nipples to her toes- even her scalp- all of her tingled.
"Shit, Chonne!... You ffffuu-" Rick joined her over that beautiful edge. He ran his palms all over her body as though he was trying to make sure she hadn't disintegrated with the power of her orgasm. Yes. She was still there, dripping all over him.
He stepped away from the mess he'd made and ran all ten of his fingers though his hair, applying pressure against his skull to make his brain stop rocking. He nearly lost his balance as his vision adjusted and he saw her collapsed over the sink, bottom up, face down. He slapped her ass cheek with three short smacks to get her attention. She could barely lift her head, her entire soul was drained and sluggish.
"Pancakes." He reminded her as he stepped back in the shower to rinse off.
"Stop playing." Michonne protested and dropped to her knees in the middle of the floor, mumbling, "Holy fuck." , fingers embedded in the plush fibers of their bath mat, still feeling ghostly tremors of his girth deep inside her. "Rick fucking Grimes." She whispered to herself, still amazed that this was life for her.