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Rick took hold of the sublime spectacle between his legs, already rising of its own volition as he knocked those pretty pampered feet apart. Her upper body still adorned by the tight fitting half-top had been positioned over the eggshell-colored wooden railing of the cool of the white, knotted ties at her neck and around the middle of her back emphasized her smooth ebony skin. Her long airy skirt was hiked up around her hips. She was a shade darker having worked for the past few days in the gorgeous heat of the sun to prepare for this gathering of family and friends. He loved the richer hue of her skin, the regal look of her breathtaking body. She was waiting on the balls of her feet for Rick to stop teasing her, slip into her wetness and fill her sweet little twisting pussy up. But he still wanted to play.
"You want this dick, don't you Chonne?" He asked her, not bothering to whisper or even lean into her ear. He stood proudly as he prodded at her succulent lips until they parted for him to rub his dripping, capped head all over her tender, pulsing clit. "Can't hear you, baby. You want this dick inside you, don't you?
He felt her shiver as she rolled her hips, bearing down harder on his meaty member. Rick let out a rumbled groan as her entrance smeared the prelude to her answer on his heated shaft. She whined through another pass over his cock with her slippery folds- floating and wanton. She swept her decorated locs to one side of her shoulders, holding them in place against the sensitive skin at her neck with her gilded fingers. Looking back at him with a seductive oaky gaze, nibbling her bottom lip, she answered him with a mousy voice, "Mmm. Yes, Rick."
Unsatisfied with her answer, Rick brought his hand down with a stinging crack across her uncovered ass. Michonne yelped and then sank lower onto the bracing sturdy barrier in front of her. A fragrant breeze crept around the intensity of the heat- tiptoeing and light like the tone of her answer that he would not accept. He wanted her to sound off. He wanted her to report for duty.
"That's how you answer when duty calls, huh?" he said, rubbing the reddening hand-shaped welp piquing at the surface of her pliant flesh. He pretended to be disappointed, knowing all the while she was itching for a spanking. "Everyone's been eatin' out of your hand all day... wearin' this sexy ass outfit, lookin' like a queen but you ain't answerin' your king like one. Now, I'm gonna ask you again." He slapped her cheek again and bit his own lip as he watched it jiggle back and forth under his hand. Rick lowered his own voice as a dark heat slithered off his lips. "Do. You. Want. This. Dick?" he knocked into her to punctuate the need for her to come correct with her answer this time.
Just then, he was shaken from his daydream. As if to answer the question in his fantasy, he heard Michonne's voice burst into an excitedly happy, "Yaaassss!" and he snapped out of his thoughts and focused on the scene before him. Little Judith, shaking the beads Michonne had just finished adding to her thin blonde braids. Their daughter smiled delightedly when her hair made the same noise her mother's hair had been making all day. "Rick, look how pretty Miss Judes is!" the proud mother called.
"Real pretty, honey." Rick nodded to Judith, agreeing with his not-so-secret desire's estimation. "Why don't you run and go show Auntie Sasha?" he suggested to his daughter in hopes of alone time with his chocolate dipped golden goddess.
"Oh! Good idea, daddy." Michonne praised. "Let's go show, Sash."
Rick shook his head, correcting his wife. "Not you, Chonne. You stay right there." Keeping his eyes on hers and the questioning brow she raised, he directed Judith once more, "Go on, honey. Mommy'll be along in a little bit."
Satisfied that Michonne knew not to move a muscle, Rick turned to watch the happy little girl skip off. When her innocent ears were a safe distance away, he attached his eyes back to his wife's splendid frame, resting her hip against the porch's spindled support. Her long smooth legs draped in a billowing crimson, her navel taunting him and her breasts cradled in knitted white had set him on fire. He was on his way to fulfill his daydream when his predatory smirk was wiped off his face by the approach of Father Gabriel.
"Hello, Rick!" Alexandria's priest looked up to the porch with a hand over his squinted eyes in the sunniness of the day. "Maggie and the king think it would be appropriate to say a blessing over the day. Just running it by you first."
"Yeah. Sounds good." Rick maintained his focus on Michonne, half listening to Gabriel's words. He resumed the stalk of his woman. Mentally, he dismissed the father though the man still stood there expectantly.
"Well, I uh… I wasn't sure if you… Do you think we should only mention our fallen ones or include the enemy's too?" Rick stopped mid-stride. He and Michonne looked to Gabriel at the same time.
"What about the enemy's dead?" Michonne folded her arms with attitude, feeling the sting of annoyance at the mere mention of all the foes they raged against so relentlessly until every one of them was vanquished.
"I was thinking of saying something like: We can be sure that names inscribed on walls of remembrance will never be forgotten. We honor them all by living, multiplying our communities and protecting ourselves at all cost." Michonne dropped her folded arms, to place her hands at her hips in anticipation of more from the soft-spoken cleric. "And as for the evildoers we put under our feet, may the sound of us living be louder than their screams as they rot in fucking hell."
The dusky beauty grew an impressed smile as she watched beads of sweat merge on the balding head of the nervous man. She huffed a short breath through her nose, approving and amused. She consented with a nod to her husband, who quickly relayed their mutual agreement in a cloud of nonchalance, making an effort to avoid sounding like the shot caller he was. "However you wanna do it."
Above all else, it was Rick's intention to escape to seclusion somewhere with his skimpily clad wife and wear her out like the sight of her had been doing him all day. But before he could whisk her away, Sasha came carrying Judith in her arms. Her laughter was accompanied by the clapping jangle of the beads and seashells in the little girl's hair as she shook her head left to right.
"Baby girl looks so cute with her 'hair did', but she's gonna make herself dizzy with all this bead shaking."
And with that, a little crowd gathered to watch the adorableness that was Judith Grimes, snatching away Rick's chance for a little bohemian rapture with his gorgeous wife.
The sounds of laughter and music in the distance gave the glowing day a giddy feel. Soon after their moment was hijacked by their daughter, Rick finally managed to wrap himself around the curvy frame of the beauty in the 'barely-there' top, under a ceiling of cloudless blue. Michonne's sandals were kicked off to the side of the quilted blanket she had sprawled out over the plush grass. Two glasses of wine sat steady and still on two food-scraped plates and Rick couldn't stop tasting the red liquid on her tongue. He was an avid fan of her red painted lips and he couldn't stop covering them with his own pouty pucker. She was so soft laying beside him like his little spoon and he found it impossible to keep his hand from roaming under the hem of her red skirt.
"What are you doing, babe?" Michonne asked him through a kiss, twisting her soft velvet neck under his other heavy palm as his hand wandered through the long sweet-smelling locs falling around her shoulders. Having the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen cradled against him made him feel like he was winning life and so did the twinkle in her unworried eyes.
"What?"
"What are you doing with your hand?"
He trailed his fingers past her calf to the back of her knee, then between both of her knees. He used the fingers in her hair to stir the cords of her hair, enjoying the sparkle of the attached Oceanside decorations. "I'm just checking out your hair." he smiled, continuing to let the hand hidden below her waist explore. "I really like it."
"Yeah, I can tell." Michonne smile turning her face away from him and forward again. She pushed the plumpness of her backside firmly against the hardening bulge waiting for release and her wet heat. Rick growled as he sent his lips to work at her bare shoulder and the pad of his thumb held her slick smooth nub. She gasped when he pressed that button and begin a slow circular motion He felt her shudder and heard her moan just before she composed herself enough to clarify, "But I don't mean that hand."
"Oh…" was the unconcerned answer he gave with a steamy breath against her ear as he coaxed two of his fingers into her slippery sex. The rest of his response was only licking up her neck and nibbling around the gold-plated hoop in her lobe.
"Oh?" Maggie repeated, expecting a more interested response from her fellow leader. "That's all you have to say? This girl is becoming a big problem and I'm not gonna stand for it." Shifting Baby Hershel from one hip to the other, her current stance was one of serious intimidation.
Rick blinked a few times, terminating another formulated hallucination. Attempting to refocus, he pulled his eyes off of Michonne reclining on the lawn in front of the constructed stage where a live musical collaboration was entertaining the majority of those in attendance as the festival came to a close. Meeting the irritation in Maggie's eyes, he cleared his throat and offered a more thoughtful answer. "I mean, umm… yeah… I'll talk to 'er… definitely."
"I hope so, because if I talk to her it won't be pretty. We're all adults here, but you know I'm a mama bear, Rick. Eduardo is one of my best guys. I can't have him distracted because Dixianne can't keep her legs closed. I hear Dwight is mopin' around, lookin' more like a walker than ever after she left him for Siddiq and now she's sniffin' 'round the Hilltop making eyes at Eduardo. You better get her…"
"I will. I will. I promise."
"Oh, Shoot!" Maggie exclaimed suddenly. Her eyes widened at a sight beyond Alexandria's primary protector. "Here, take the baby! Quick!" Not waiting for him to agree, she piled the chubby baby boy into Rick's arms. "Glenn looks like he's about to breakdance! Glenn! Stop! Daryl, tackle him!"
Rick watched Maggie's ponytail swinging left to right as she ran as fast as she could to the scene her husband was making. Little Hershel grinned, imitating his unsolicited sitter. The baby's plump little fingers were appraising the stubble on Rick's chin when he noticed Michonne was no longer lazing about in the middle of the ocean of freshcut green. Blue eyes examined the groups of revelers for the swirling of her skirt or the uniquely dark color of her skin, but he came up short in every decorated spot he looked.
"Hey." a cheerful voice at his back got his attention. It belonged to the woman who had somehow been escaping his grasp all day. "Remember when Judy was this little?" Michonne tugged at tiny Rhee toes and Hershel squirmed and giggled against Rick's solid chest. "Time flies."
Rick had to disagree. Time had been creeping along painfully slow today. From the moment he woke up without her until this moment when the party was beginning to die down and she finally sought him out. It felt like forever. He decided that the next time he got home late, he would wake her up and just deal with the consequences. He figured if she woke up to his tongue slapping across her clit, chances were good that she'd forgive him before he could be in any real trouble.
Mrs. Grimes continued as she leisurely strolled in a circle around his tall, strapping physique, "Today I saw turtle races more exciting than any Olympic game." She spoke keeping her eyes on the plated wedge of chocolate cake in her hand as she cut it into pieces with her fork. "I've seen kool-aid pickles of every color thanks to Eugene and I even saw Rosita teach Jerry to doubledutch." Rick lifted a brow in amazement at the thought of Ezekiel's giant steward jumping in time over the whip of twin ropes. Michonne lifted herself on her toes to her husband's ear for a kitten-like whisper. "But nothing beats the sight of Rick Grimes in daddy mode."
Looking down into her radiant face, he responded with a cocky rasp. "I stay in daddy mode for you." Michonne smiled and pulled a chunk of chocolate cake off her fork and into her mouth. "Indulgin' your sweet tooth. I see." He watched as she licked her lips of any stray morsels, slow and deliberate. "Do I get a taste?"
Michonne gave up a natural smile and raised her fork to his mouth, offering him a piece of devil's food from her plate. Instead, Rick sidestepped the cold metal utensil. Moving Hershel from one side of his chest to the other, he stole a sampling of the sweetness from her moist crimson-tinted lips by way of a kiss, then another... and another until there was a tap on his shoulder.
"Hey, Rick. Maggie told me to come get the baby." said a sweaty Glenn with disappointment.
Rick used every muscle in his gut to avoid an open cackle in the face of one of his oldest friends this side of the turn. "Thought you were gonna..." he cleared his throat to gather some poise, "I thought you were gonna dance."
The man in the baseball cap shook his head in defeat. He reached for his son and a toothless grin burst onto his little dimpled face. "The wife shut it down. Said to dance my way over to the kid."
Rick gave up Glenn's baby and grabbed tight around the waist of his own full-grown baby with her baby-making hips. As Glenn walked away tickling the belly of Little Hershel, and the infant's chirpy shrieks dissolved into all the other sounds of celebration. Mr. and Mrs. Grimes took a moment to look around their heavily fortified home with pride. All the smiling, happy people that were united in the idea of a future full of freedom from oppression and fear. That future was finally being realized.
As Rick's fingers grazed the skin of her bare, soon-to-be-expanding midsection, Michonne smiled thinking about the news she had yet to tell him. She melted into his side and confessed, "I've been trying to get you alone all day. You look better than dessert. Watching you walk around all day in my favorite shirt, these new boots and jeans has me dripping wet." Sliding her palm up his chest, she reached the trimmed whiskers on his face.
"Carl said maybe today would be a good day to break 'em in."
"Carl's a smart kid." Michonne purred as their foreheads touched and Rick pulled her even closer. Close enough for her to feel the insistent bulge in his denim. "I saw a spot for us behind the trucks outback… we won't be interrupted. I told Carol to extend our goodbyes and thanks to everyone who came. So what do you think? Could you make a little time for me?"
Rick gave her another kiss. This time, a mix of demanding and slow. And when he finally let her breathe again, he squeezed the ripeness between her hips, "Lead the way, Mrs. Grimes."
Michonne turned to do just that, only Rick didn't follow immediately. This time he allowed himself the pleasure of watching her walk away. He stood there hypnotized, mouth parted, with the perfect view of her meaty ass cheeks clapping slightly, catching the printed fabric of her skirt between them with every step.
"You coming?" She turned to ask him with an outstretched hand and beckoning smile. Light laughter left her chest as she glided between the tents erected for games, with a nearly dumbstruck Rick in tow. The anxious couple set a quick pace, zigzagging their way through the rows of parked vehicles.
At the very last row, furthest from all the noise and crowds sat a very familiar cargo van. Rick couldn't help but smile as Michonne stood him at the open double doors of its rear and took in the comfy, colorful nest that his woman had created in the hold of their traveling honeymoon suite.
Multiple soft fluffy spreads transformed the cold unforgiving floor of the van into an inviting gypsy-styled retreat. Dozens of vibrant pillows propped up against the partition between the passenger cab and the loading space. Florals, patterns and abstract designs of the cushions, large and small, livened the zingarish space lining the windowless walls. The sun was still about an hour from literally calling it a night, still the darkened lover's lair was set to a magical mood with all the stringed lights Michonne had rigged to run off the car's battery and hung festooned above them.
"When did you…?"
Smiling at his surprise, she explained, "It's why I left so early this morning. You like it?" He answered her with a grateful kiss. "I've been itching to get you here all day. Let's talk about this dick print you got going on here." Rick looked down between them, oblivious, until he noticed the outline resting vertically against his thigh.
"My old jeans were ripped and stained but at least those jeans were used to my package. I'm wearin' the new ones like you wanted me to. So you can't complain." He shrugged, wrapping her up in his arms.
"I'm not complaining." she swore after a deep inhale of his woodsy scent, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. "Looks uncomfortable is all." The growing girth in her hand jumped free, almost snuggling up in her palm. Confident with his response to her touch, she placed both palms on his chest, pushing him backwards to sit on the van's back doorsill. Swiping a rectangular decorative pillow from the line up behind her man, she dropped it between his feet and then dropped to her knees.
Rick took himself in his hands applying short, light downward strokes. Michonne's gold-dusted lids fell sleepily over the toasted brown of her eyes as she licked her lips, rubbing her hands up and down the planes of his thighs.
"Where else could I put this thang?" Rick asked, pretending to scan the area while tapping the swollen tip of his length against the pout of her lips. The precum collecting at the tip of his charged thick cock left a clear, liquid connection from his ready manhood to her politely battered lips.
She had no more clever quips to answer his playful question. Opening her mouth, with her soft wet tongue on display, she closed her eyes as Rick lowered the crown of his cock. Her tongue cradled him and he slowly pulled her head forward to hide as much as he could in the warmth of her mouth. He reached the back of her throat and held her head in place with his palms over her ears. The look in her eyes was wild and he wasn't sure if he was ready for her to work him over like she was often one to do.
Her hands covered his and she showed him mercy, indicating that she would follow his lead for now. Long glides of retreat and reentry had Rick hunched over in pleasure. Michonne kept an eye on her progress, waiting for the perfect moment to make him squirm. Relaxing her jaw for him she tightened the O shape of her lips around his dick, the briny secretion from his arousal dancing over her tongue. She couldn't help but moan her way through the sacking of her mouth.
Rick, on the other hand, was already deep into a jumble of profanities. But it was when he went quiet and all she heard was the suctioning sound of her cheeks and the ragged breaths her husband was pushing from his nostrils that Michonne took control of him. Already weakened from the satisfaction of bliss, Rick was totally powerless when the minx between his legs wrapped her hand around his width and began an insistent upward pull. The motion of her grip, coupled with the dive and rise of her head in his lap had him on the edge, just like she liked.
She loved to bring him right to the brink of release and then engulf him inside her pussy and watch him go dizzy like a child's first steps off a merry-go-round. It excited her to see his gentlemanly nature battle the beast just under his surface. So she set him free with a pop from her lips and with a taunting expression, the tip of her tongue waved goodbye to his dick with short, targeted licks to the tiny opening that was ready to erupt.
She stood up in front of him as his chest heaved and a rash of sweat sprang up on his forehead. He lifted his shirt over his head, the beautiful scars on his brawny body on full display. His strong abs, the perfect background for his granite sex standing at attention like a determined soldier. Michonne untied the holds of her shirt and presented her breasts, full and round, which he immediately reached for.
Stepping back to dodge his grasp, she let her skirt fall in plume around her feet. Hidden behind the open doors to her right and her left, Michonne stood there completely naked. The sun at her back sent a ray of light between her thighs, resembling a heavenly abode and casted a glow across her umber skin that took Rick's breath away.
"All day you've been staring at me. Looking at me like I have something you want." she said to him, all the while slipping her fingers between her plump hairless lips and coating her digits with her essence. "Do I have something you want, Rick?" Tracing her sticky fingers up past his chest, she toyed at his lips when she reached them. The stimulating scent under his nose made him forget her question in a hurry to taste. He moaned out his unbridled approval as Michonne kept her fingers in his mouth, his tongue snaking out so seductively, she decided on a change of plans. She climbed into the bed of the van and her strung-out lover followed. Using her feet to push herself backwards, Rick crawled after her like a fish on a hook. "I can't hear you, Rick." She said when they came face to face. He was still latched onto her fingers loving the taste when she stopped him from advancing on her pushing him back slightly with her other hand, needing to hear how much he craved her. "Do you want this pussy?"
"I do, baby. I need it."
"Duty calls." she said throwing a leg over his shoulder. "All day long you've been the boss, but you're not making moves like one. I'm going to ask you again," She laid on her back with her breasts in her hands, "Do. You. Want. This…"
Before she could finish her question Rick provided a boss' answer, storming everything between her thighs with his thunderous tongue. Her mouth fell open, wordless, his own mouth was full of Michonne as she arched her back and bucked her hips. There was no need to wonder about how good it felt to her. The vice grip she held in his silky dark copper waves and his struggle to hold her writhing body in place was mirrored with equal force. Calling out his name over and over again until tears sprang up in her eyes as they crushed shut or widened to the yellow lights above her, a mixed bag of reactions to the stirring paddling of her clit.
"Yeah, I want this pussy." He said when he came up for air, climbing her breathless body. "I want this pussy in a way I can't describe."
"And do you love me?" she whimpered at his neck, sending his pulse points racing as he devoured her own. Rick descended lower to finally tease her pebbled nipples. The sensation easily building on the electric surge in her womb that sparked and arced. The strength it took to be patient while she felt his hot, heavy cock ghost across her thighs or slit or belly curled her toes.
"Let me show you how much."
Rick pushed into her sweet-smelling warmth, forceful yet gentle. He was careful with his endowment. Eager to treat her pussy right, all the while knocking her senseless from the inside out. The woman who wields the sharp length of a samurai's blade like instinct took in the steely inches her husband offered on a decimating dive to her quickly crumbling center.
The entire van rocked on it's chassy, hinges squeaking and bolts whining through the force of Rick's digging thrusts. He was deep inside his woman, deep enough to find whatever he was looking for. And in this moment all he wanted to find was her pussy relinquishing everything in homage to the stretching plunge of his untamed dick. He found it when she scratched at his back like a kitten, succumbing to the burst of ecstasy tugging across his thick, rock hard length. A tidal wave of fire swept through the pit of her stomach, setting her knees weak, seizing her heart and rolling her eyes back in her head.
"I'm cumming, Rick. Jesus… God! I'm cumming. Shit!"
"I don't want you to stop cummin' on this dick, Michonne." His voice came out commanding ad rough into her ear. "Do that for daddy."
Of course she did it for daddy. She came so hard, her head ached and her ears popped. She couldn't hear her own voice calling his name over and over again. She could only hear her heart pound inside her like the striking stroke of his cock. One final time-stopping thrust pulled him down into the blinding white of delirium.
Of all the scenarios his mind had created today, he thought, nothing he could fathom was as good as the real thing. He laid there on top of her soft body, the two of them quiet, unable to speak for a time. Finally, he fell to her side and she turned towards him wiggling herself comfortably into his chest.
'You think we could spend the night here? I kinda don't wanna leave."
"Yeah. Carl's got Judy. We can sneak back home before the sun comes up."
"Good." Rick's hands began to roam over her backside until he cupped her chunkiness with purpose. "Cuz I ain't done with you yet."