"What are we doing?.." Michonne exhaled as Rick hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"I don't know." he growled against her teeth. In a matter of seconds they had gone from a friendly conversation to this. Whatever this was. Mouths and tongues entanged, hands everywhere. Rick gripped Michonne's backside fiercely as he carried her through the living area into the downstairs hallway from the kitchen where their tryst began. Silencing her from any further questions, Rick plunged his tongue into her mouth again, tasting how sweet she was, reveling in the weight of her in his arms.
They entered the vacant downstairs guestroom, Rick taking his hands off of Michonne only long enough to close the door behind them as they crossed the threshold. In the same sweep, he flipped the light switch to illuminate a small lamp in the far corner of the room. It was just enough to get the layout of the room and to make out the features of Michonne's face. She opened her eyes to meet his, hooded with desire and ready for whatever was to come.
Rick scanned the space and quickly found a small twin bed across the room. Once reaching the foot of the bed, he turned and slowly lowered himself onto the edge of the matress. Michonne relaxed her legs' grip around his waist and repositioned herself onto her knees. She brought her hands from around Rick's neck and cradled his face in her palms, kissing him softly and staring into his piercing blue eyes. She held his cheeks, admiring the angles of his handsome face as she slowly retreated, creating space between them. Rick, looking on and panting from arousal, tightened his hold around her waist, not desiring to let her out of his grasp.
Was she having second thoughts, regret? He wondered. He wasn't sure what had come over them in the short span of time between the kitchen and the guest room, but he liked where this was headed and didn't want it to stop.
Michonne dropped her hands from Rick's face down onto his shoulders and braced herself against him as she stood up. Once standing, she let her hands leave him and fall at her sides, staring down at him as he peered up to look into her eyes, his hands holding the sides of her waist, ready to pull her back if she tried to leave.
"You really want this?" she queried, a soft and velvety tone to her voice.
Rick tilted his head and raised his eyebrows in response. "You really need to ask?"
The corner of Michonne's lip curled into a flirtacious smile as she crossed her arms in front of her body, gripping the corners of her top. She hesitated for a moment before lifting her arms up, bringing her shirt over her head, then dropping it to the floor beside her.
Rick's eyes slowly trailed down her face, along her neck as he admired her feminine clavicle before taking in the soft mound of her breasts peeking over the top of her deep purple thin lace bra. He bit his lower lip, sinking his teeth deep into his own flesh as he took her in, then returning his gaze to hers. A fire she had never seen burned behind his eyes as he looked up at her, eager to see what was next.
His fingertips slowly traced the brim of her pants until both hands met at the front of Michonne's tight black jeans. Never taking his eyes off hers, Rick pinched the fabric between his thumb and index finger and slowly undid the top button. Michonne's body quaked at the sensation of his digits skimming the waistline of her jeans, then lingering above her zipper. His touch was warm, but sent chills though her body. She sucked in a deep breath, letting it out and relaxing her shoulders, peering down at him in approval.
Rick then proceeded to pull, ever so slowly, down on her zipper. He was sure to hold her gaze, basking in the response he elicited from her. She was putty in his hands. Once her zipper was undone, Rick reached up, tucking his fingers into the space between her skin and the fabric, tracing the round curve of her backside and forcing her wears down past her hips, then down her thighs and past her knees.
Michonne stood before him, only her most delicate parts covered by thin lace. He smiled devilishly at her as he ran his hands up the back of her thighs until he was just under her gluteal fold. He gripped her thighs tightly, his fingertips mere millimeters from her pinnacle.
Sensing she was losing the upper hand, Michonne promptly grasped Rick's wrists and released herself from his grip. Rick let go and rested his hands onto the top of his still covered thighs.
"Take off your shirt." Michonne demanded.
Rick quickly complied, pulling the soft grey cotton henley over his head and tossing it away from him onto the floor, a dutiful grin on his lips. "Now what?" he playfully responded. eagerly awaiting his next command.
Michonne silently bent forward and gripped Ricks upper thighs, her eyes narrowed as she undid his top button and without hesitation unzipped him, then pulling on the side hem of his pants. She was done playing games.
Rick pushed his pants and underwear down past his strong thighs and pushed them off at the ankles, promptly reaching for Michonne's thin lace panties and pulling them down over her hips and past her knees, then pulling her body close to him and placing soft kisses over the sensitive skin under her navel. He then dragged the tips of his right fingertips along the inside of her right leg, eventually reaching and then loitering at the crease of her upper thigh. He ceased kissing her, just leaning his forhead against her abdomen, inhaling the scent of her as he lightly brushed his index finger over her folds. Michonne let her head fall back as her fingers again found their way into Rick's unruly curls. Rick breathed her in as he applied greater pressure, his second and third fingers dipping into Michonne's entrance slightly, greeted with warm welcome. He continued onward, unable to restrain his desire to feel inside of her and carefully pushed his digits inside of Michonne...
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