Here is my second story for the Richonne Just Desserts 25 Days of Richonne picture prompt challenge. This is short and sweet, because I wrote it before they upped the word minimum and life got in the way before I could add more, lol. Hope you enjoy!
Rick can barely breathe he's so turned on. He drops the scotch tape in his hand to the floor among the strewn out wrapping paper, bows, and ribbon. Michonne stands in the door frame, in nothing but a pair of red satin/lace bra and matching panties. She smiles seductively at him, crossing her legs as she tilts her head, her locs spilling over her shoulders and down her back. She is so ready for this. Between picking kids up, dropping them off, cooking, baking, Christmas shopping, relatives, friends, and holiday parties, they haven't had a moment to themselves in over a week. But, with the kids asleep and the Cowboys game entertaining the adults at the bar, he's all hers.
He closes the distance between them in only three or four steps. He nuzzles her neck as he nibbles on her shoulder, his head beginning to swim as her giggles and sweet perfume intoxicate him. She digs her long fingers into his salt and pepper tresses as she throws her head back, a smile on her face. Her lust grows as the thick material of his light grey wool sweater rubs up against her exposed skin; the roughness of it clashing with the sweetness of his mouth on her. He picks her up in one swift move, wrapping her long legs around his waist as he moves them toward the Christmas tree. He lays her down on the white sheepskin rug, digging his hips into hers as he settles in between her legs.
"The kids Rick." She giggles, "What if the kids come down?"
"That's their problem." He mumbles through kisses as she moves down in between her proud breasts.
She laughs loudly, and he quickly covers her mouth with his large hand. She bites his index finger and he returns the favor, biting her side to make her jump and giggle some more. He rips at her sheer panties, tossing them somewhere behind him before he fumbles with his zipper, cursing lightly under his breath as he struggles in the rush. Once he's free, he strokes himself a few times before he presses at her depths. He pushes into her and they both gasp at the intrusion. She digs her fingernails into his skin and wraps her legs around his waist as he moves in her, so thick and long. The white lights of the Christmas tree cover them in a soft glow as he rocks into her, slow and soft and sweet as his hands tangle in her hair. She feels so good.
Carl removes his headphones just in time to hear a commotion outside of his door. He rushes out, just in time to grab Judith and the youngest member of the Grimes crew, little Ricky, as they hit the top step, "Nope." He says quietly, pulling on both of their wrists to pull them back.
He ushers them into his room as the small children wiggle free of his grasp, "Carl! Stop it! We want to see the presents that Santa left." Judith whines.
The oldest Grimes flashes a smile, knowing exactly why his dad told him to stay in his room, "You would have seen a lot more than just Santa. Come on, I'll tuck you in."
