Rick takes care of Michonne's needs.
The flames from the fire crackled and popped against the wood and rocks surrounding it, Rick added a few more kindling to the fire to keep it alive for a bit longer. Warming his hands he scanned over the woods, training his eyes to see through the darkness for any sign of walkers or people lurking around the little camp. After a few minutes, his mind was a bit at ease and his body less tense to know that, for now, no one or no thing was close enough to be a threat. Looking at the time on his watch it read 3:16, in another two hours, the first light of dawn will be peeking through the darkness. Getting up from his squatting position, Rick walked over to the person lying down next to the fire—asleep, he position himself in front of her and moved the dreads that were on her face, she didn't stir.
"Michonne," Rick whispered her name, but again she didn't stir from her sleep. Rick scanned over her face, the fire illuminating her features. She was beautiful to him, not even the slobber that accumulated at the corner of her pouty lips could deter her beauty. Rick wiped the wetness from her mouth with his thumb, getting on his knees, he leaned in closer to her face and gently pecked her lips. Again, she didn't move. God she wasn't kidding when she said she was exhausted. Feeling somewhat brazen, Rick ran his hands over the waistband of Michonne's pants, squeezing her slim waist, and moved upwards under her coat and shirt. Michonne's muscles tensed as he rubbed her skin, this time she did stir. Rick removed his hands from under her shirt and began pulling down her pants, awake now, Michonne grabbed Rick's arm.
"Rick!" her eyes widen at his intrusion, but immediately soften when she gazed upon his mischievous grin.
"Shh. Lay back down," Rick instructed. Michonne did as she was told, she looked all around her to make sure Rick's actions wouldn't be interrupted by unwanted guest. Meanwhile, Rick continued to pull her clothing down pass her knees, he lain down beside her, blocking her view of the woods and met his lips with hers. As he gently pushed his tongue into her mouth, his forefinger mimicked his movements, massaging her inner lips, her clit and then dipping into her. Michonne moaned her approval, lifting her head to deepen the kiss between herself and Rick.
Rick's finger wet from Michonne's growing excitement made circular motions around her nub, clockwise, counterclockwise, up and down. Michonne broke away from his mouth and moaned, looking him in his eyes, "Rick, I want you inside me," she whispered.
She caressed his face, running her left thumb over his lips, her right fingers entangled themselves in the back of Rick's head, pushing his head closer to hers, never losing eye contact, she pressed her lips to his again, and then she pecked each corner of his mouth and made her way towards his neck. "Please," she pleaded in his ear.
"This is for you, love. This is all about your pleasure, not mine," he cooed. With his thumb on her clit, Rick then took his middle and ring finger and glided them into her—never losing focus on Michonne's brown eyes, Rick watch as her expressions changed from a pained look to pure ecstasy. Her walls contracting around his fingers, Rick's fingers penetrated into her pussy until they no longer could go any further and began to massage the surrounding walls.
"Oh God," Michonne closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure Rick was giving her. She moved her hips, grinding on his fingers as she felt her buildup. Small droplets of sweat appeared on her forehead, the air only moments ago cool and windy, now felt hot and humid. Still rotating her hips at a steady pace, Michonne whimpered when she felt Rick licking her neck. The sensation of Rick licking and sucking her skin into his mouth made Michonne gush wetter. Fuck, she thought. Michonne could feel her reaching her peak only to lose it again, forcing her to move her hips more wildly.
Rick could sense the urgency in Michonne's movements, taking his fingers out of her pussy he began to rub her outer lips and lightly tapping on her nub. He licked under Michonne's chin, sucked the skin at her throat, and made his way back to her mouth that was currently opened, she was panting and pulling at her coat, struggling with the zipper. Michonne managed to pull down the zipper of her jacket, she touched her left breast through her shirt, tugging at her harden nipple. Not satisfied, she lifted up her shirt and pulled down the cups of her bra until her breasts were exposed.
"You're so wet and hot around my fingers," Rick whispered. "This is only warm up. I will be wrapping my lips around your clit and making you scream my name as I fuck you." Michonne smiled and bit her lips at his words, "later though," he added making her groan in reply to his teasing.
Rick added another finger into Michonne and with his thumb massaged her clit faster, he then lifted his face from Michonne's neck. Michonne eyes were closed and he could see she was lost in her pleasure, pinching her nipples. Michonne moved his head so that his mouth was lined up with her breast. Rick needing no further encouragement, licked her nipple, grasping it in his mouth.
"God, please Rick, fuck." Michonne lifted her hips as the buildup resumed, she clenched her legs together as Rick thrusted his fingers into her faster. She knew she was getting closer, but wanted it to last a little longer.
"Don't hold out on me baby, I want you to cum on my fingers," Rick pleaded as he licked and sucked around her areola. Michonne whimpered as he gave her nipples equal attention, she was getting closer, the pressure building up in her lower stomach was becoming too much.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum," Rick's fingers were sloppy wet and he felt her inner walls clamp onto them. Never losing eye contact with Michonne, he watched as she inhaled deeply and began to tremble as her orgasm flowed throughout her body. Michonne couldn't form words even after she exhaled, all she could do was whimper as Rick continue to finger her.
"That's it, cum for me."
Feeling the waves of her orgasm grow smaller, Rick removed his fingers and gently massaged around her clit, her inner and outer lip, and thrusting a finger in her every couple of seconds. He then kissed her nose as she mewed, Michonne grinned as she came down from the high. Rick kissed her mouth and she reciprocated, deepening the kiss between them.
"Mmm…" was the only semblance of a word Michonne could say as she enjoyed the kiss. Rick slipped his fingers out her, they were sticky with her wetness, and he felt triumph that he can make her cum with just his fingers. He pulled his mouth from her and licked each finger that was once occupying Michonne. The taste of her, made him want to clean her up with his mouth
"Nasty," Michonne teased, she fixed her clothing, pulling her bra back over her breast and her pants on, she bundled up her coat and scooted closer to Rick. Wrapping her arms around him so that her hands clenched together behind his back, she snuggled into his chest.
"That's how you like it though. Raw, filthy, nasty, passionate…"
Michonne laughed, "I needed that, thank you baby."
"I know you did."
"Mmm, you need to relax as well." Michonne felt Rick's bulge pressing against her pelvis.
"I'm good, don't worry about me, sleep."
"I still want you inside me."
"Aren't you greedy," he teased. "I'll have you bent over before you know it."
"Shut it," she retorted, playfully slapping his behind.
Rick pulled her into a bear hug, as she lain her head on his arm. Soon, he could hear her quiet snores emitting from his chest. The watch on his wrist now read 3:32. With his free arm, he adjusted his cock so that it was less constricted and willed it to go away. Then grabbing a bucket of dirt by his head, he tossed it into the fire pit, snuffing out the embers. Now surrounded by complete darkness, Rick listened to the melody of Michonne's snores, the crickets, and any tale tell signs of the undead until he too fell asleep.
