She woke slowly, with a full body stretch. Hands fisted and raised above her head, she squinted at the alarm clock on his side of the bed. 4:20. Am. Two hours. Two damn hours of sleep.
Groaning, she murmured, "Really? We're starting before I'm awake now?"
His piercing gaze flicked to meet her gaze, and she could all but feel the smile growing across his face, the scruff of his beard tickling her inner thighs. Placing one last long lick, Rick lifted his head lazily and said "The mat said welcome."
Michonne's stifled laugh turned to a breathy moan. She lifted her hips almost involuntarily to give him better access, as he ducked back between her legs and continued to place wanton kisses into her flesh. Her hands found their way into his hair and she shivered as he expertly lunged his hot, wet tongue against her swollen clit. Lifting his head again he smiled and slowly pushed first one then two fingers into her. She was wet but the fit was tight. Michonne let out a soft whimper and her eyelids fluttered closed as her head fell back into the pillows. She went to full blown moaning when he tucked his thumb into her folds and rubbed her clit. Sensations overwhelmed her and her thighs began to tighten.
Knowing the signs of her impending orgasm, he pushed his fingers deeper and scissored them within her. Her ass clenched and she rose and sank against him, her body desperately seeking release. He whispered, "Come for me Michonne," over and over again.
Her body arched off the bed as the orgasm exploded deep inside her. But he continued thrusting his fingers into her, even as she sank into the bed, her legs falling limply along his sides. Placing one final kiss to her quivering stomach, Rick pushed himself up and landed heavily beside her tucking her into his side, his face buried against her neck. His muffled "Good girl" were the last words said before they drifted off to sleep.