Richonne Smut - Flash Fiction

by kiwimiist

So I wrote most of this last night, as the idea wouldn't leave my head for a few days. This takes place after the couch make out from 610 My muse for this was Otis Redding's "Rock Me Baby." Every time I listen to it, my mind goes straight to the gutter in terms of Richonne but anywoo, here ya go :)

They hurriedly took off each other's clothes, and threw them on the floor. Rick laid Michonne on the bed, then went in between her inviting thighs. He ground himself against her wet sex, eliciting moans from her. Michonne wrapped her legs around his waist, and rolled her hips upwards, trying to feel more of him as he continued to grind against her. Not wanting to finish yet, Rick stopped what he was doing, and Michonne was about to protest until she felt his tongue on her clit. He flicked his tongue, went in circles, doing what she enjoyed based on the sounds she was making. She held onto his curls as he pleasured her. She moved her hips towards him, but he put an arm over her to keep her hips in place. As much as she wanted to grind against his face, him keeping her hips still made his ministrations that much more pleasurable. She then felt the wave of her orgasm wash over her, as she screamed Rick's name. Rick took in every drop.

He moved up and kissed her, allowing Michonne to taste herself. She then pushed him away, and switched positions. Michonne straddled herself on top of Rick. She began to circle her hips, feeling Rick get hard in between her thighs. Rick in the meanwhile, was holding onto her hips. He wanted to be inside of her right now. Michonne, sensing Rick's need to fill her, went for his hardened member and guided it to her entrance. They both shuddered, and relished at the feeling of being connected. Michonne placed her hands on Rick's bare chest as she began rocking him into oblivion. Rick didn't know how much longer he could last, but he didn't want to finish early. As he continued to hold onto Michonne's hips, he took one of his hands, and began circling her small bundle of nerves with the pad of his finger. With that, Michonne was becoming undone. Within moments, she could feel herself about to fall over that edge of pleasure, and Rick could feel himself getting there too. With another roll of her hips, she reached her peak. Rick thrusted upwards as he reached his as well. Michonne climbed off him, and onto her stomach. Their legs intertwined, she laid her arm across his chest, as he laid his hand on her ass.