Deaf Ape

Author's Note: I personally didn't think this story would be such a good hit. Thanks for the all the reviews.

Enjoy.

Also Note: Everything that's labeled sprouted from my crazy mind. We're all mad here.

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content.

Translation: Please have a fan near

Chapter IV

;..;

Michonne blinked, trying to shake the images away. Rick had to be drinking. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. He had a little bit too much and he hadn't heard her correctly. Sure, she wanted him. Her body throbbed at his words. She hoped he wasn't all talk, but she hadn't -okay maybe she did, plan on sleeping with him. It's not like she'd regret it in the morning. The only person she would tell would be her sister. Who'd think she was lying, but wouldn't tell a soul. Their sister bond was unbreakable.

Though. When she fantasied about this, because that's exactly what it was. A fantasy. She just never thought it would be this...easy. She never thought in a millions years in the interviews that she watched of Rick that he would be...this intense.

"Come on." He grabbed her hand, tugging her. "Let's go."

He tugged on her just a bit harder, shaking her from her mind. She pulled herself to reality, swallowing the forming lump in her throat to grab for his hand to stop him from pulling her.

"Rick. I said no." She instantly regretted it. She wanted to kick herself in the knee. Fuck, what was she thinking? Who else could say that Rick offered to fuck them? Not just anyone. He chose her.

"Why?" He turned around, walking forward, letting go of her hand, thrusting his arm out by her head to pin her to the wall.

She leaned into the wall, tilting her head back. They were to close. His erection was poking at her again. "I'm not that..."

He quickly placed his index finger on her lips, shushing her. "You drive me crazy." He stated, bowing his head down. His hair fell from his swept back look and she fought every fiber in her being to reach up and sweep it back. "How about this?" His head whipped up. His once blue eyes seemed even darker with each passing second. "I'll head to the elevator. You can follow after me. Tell everyone you're tired and we can...talk about...us."

He pushed from the wall before she said anything else. Her tongue was stuck in her throat.

He nodded his head at her before he turned his back, walking away.

Michonne's lip trembled as she stayed glued to the wall. Everyone around her. It was like they didn't see what had just happened or Rick did this at every event and they were all used to it. She glanced at him, a group of women had stopped him in mid stride. They were all shoving their breast in his face. He stepped back. He said something. They laughed. They wiggled their breast more to gain his attention, but he never looked down from Michonne's point of view.

He could have any one of them and yet he wanted her.

She placed her hand over her chest. Her heart was thumping so loudly it was shaking her chest. She inhaled. Exhaled. Inhale. Exhale.

"Michonne, what's up? Are you okay?"

Michonne's hand fell from her chest as she looked up, focusing.

Tara's hair was pinned back, red lipstick. A T-shirt and regular jeans.

Michonne nodded, leaning off the wall, standing more firm. "I'm fine. I'm tired." She wasn't exactly lying. She could feel the will of sleeping making its way to take over or was that her body faking it so she could leave and go to him.

"I meant Daryl. He's hot up close." Tara stepped in beside Michonne, linking her arm with hers, pulling her away from the wall. Her cheeks were a bright red. "God, I just...you think..." Her voice dropped to a whisper as they begin to walk around the party.

Michonne then remembered something. She stopped. They were near the buffet table. She maneuvered them out of the way so they weren't close to the line. She was about privacy, respected it even. If Daryl had told anyone he was married. She didn't want their announcement to come from her. She cleared her throat, taking a deep breath. "Tara, don't tell anyone, but I know...Daryl is engaged."

Tara's lips parted, a small exhale fell from between them. It was like a moment of silence had fallen. Although, the party was still going. People were moving around lost in their own conversations. "I had a feeling. Two years ago, The boys did this interview and they asked about their love lives. Daryl he blushed. He rarely does this, but I had a feeling he was with someone. I just have a hopeless crush." Tara nodded only to then shrug. "I saw you and Rick chatting it up. How did it go?"

Michonne's eyes widen for a second. Did Tara see what Rick had just done? Had everyone seen what Rick had done? What she did?

"It went fine..."

Tara's eyebrow arched, she unlinked her arm from Michonne to cross hers over her chest. "Are you alright? You are usually...relaxed."

Michonne nodded, answering Tara's question. She didn't want to give to much away. Could she say what was on her mind? That she was conflicted. She wanted to dodge Tara and go find Rick. Have him keep his promises, but she wasn't that way. She told him so.

"Girls!" Michonne broke her eye contact from Tara to stare at Andrea. She was approaching them. She wore a black skin tight dress that hugged every curve and heels that made her legs look long. "If you want to sneak away. I suggest you do it now. Most of the boys left. I'm about to go to Shane and you know..." Andrea leaned back, bringing her arms out, thrusting her hips slightly.

Michonne bit back her lip at the act, shaking her head.

"It's the truth. Why lie?" She stopped moving her hips, leaning in, whispering. "I'm just a bit tipsy. I'm going to go find Shane." She nodded, exhaling. "I'm going to fuck him. After the concert, we won't have enough time. I like to take opportunities when it rises."

And maybe Michonne read it wrong. Andrea's eyes were locked on her now. "Take a chance. I'm a hard working woman and there's nothing like feeling like a woman once in awhile. You got me?"

Tara and Michonne nodded.

Andrea waved her hand at them before she turned on her heel walking away. Michonne's eyes followed her. She could take Andrea's advice. There was nothing wrong with letting a man take over you, but there was this slight thing that bothered Michonne or it was starting to bother her.

How was it going to be between them after it happened?

;..;

Rick was livid.

Where the fuck was she?

When he left, he told himself to give her twenty minutes. He wasn't sure how many people had eyes on him and didn't want his business out there. Times like this he wished he was a normal man and could just have sex with the woman he wanted. Alas, he was the bassist in a band and dreams were just dreams.

He paced the front of the elevator. He thought to wait by the entrance to the lounge, but had a feeling he'd get stopped more and if Michonne did come out and see him. He had no good excuse of getting away to be with her. He then thought to wait near the stairs, but had the same idea. Women seem to flock to him lately. They all knew he was single. He knew he was single, but he couldn't get Michonne off his mind and his body wanted Michonne and those women who stopped him from leaving. Their big breast and curvy bodies in his face. He already knew who he wanted. He told her himself and grinded his erection into her to confirm that fact.

He groaned, stomping his foot, throwing his head back to close his eyes. It was almost one in the morning. He had that fucking song to finish, but couldn't find it in himself to leave the spot. People were already leaving the party. Johnny, that creepy manager of the hotel, kept the fans floor separated from theirs. He was thankful. He didn't want to wake up to constant knocking for him to sign things. He just wanted to be left alone, well he did then until he found out the star in his fantasies was at the hotel with him.

He trudged forward. His head hung low. His hair fell into his face and he fought the familiar itch to sweep it back. He'd give her a few more minutes. Thirty to be exact. He didn't have to be so desperate.

He just never wanted someone this bad. Being so close to her. He was sure he would have snapped. He probably would have said fuck all and take her. God he wondered what that lingerie she wore underneath her dress would look like on his bedroom floor.

His fingers clenched. He kicked his leg up against the wall, taking a deep sigh.

Thirty more minutes.

He could wait thirty more minutes.

:..;

Michonne waved at Tara as she headed for the elevator. Tara gave her the key to their room and told her she'd meet her up there later. She wanted to head to the bar to have a good drink. Michonne understood. The alcohol in the lounge tasted like water. She settled with wine after her first sip, but even then that hadn't relaxed her. It was all Rick.

She held her head up high as she staggered forward. She would ride the elevator up and avoid Rick or if she saw him again. She'd tell him a firm no.

"Great party, eh?" Michonne turned her head to the side, glancing at the person who spoke.

It was one of the girls downstairs. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail. Her face was sweaty. Her lipstick was smudged.

"It was good." Michonne gave her a quick thumbs up, wiggling her brows.

"I can't wait to see them live. I hear...rumors on the internet mostly...Rick has a new song. He hasn't written one since..."

The girl rambled on. Michonne tuned her out. She already knew the answer. She didn't need to confirm the fact.

"I can't wait to see them tomorrow. It's going to be fucking awesome."

Michonne snapped herself out of her mind. She nodded at the girl. "I can't wait either. Deaf Ape on."

The girl threw up the rock on symbol and stuck out her tongue before she walked further down the hall.

Michonne broke into a smile, shaking her head. She needed sleep.

Her head hung low. A small sigh parted her lips to enter the air. She would make her way to her room and pass out. She'd see the concert, fawn after Rick from a distance and leave before the after party. No matter how many times she tried to start a scenario in her head that involved the aftermath of her and Rick. It never seem to end well for her. He was famous. She was not. He'd be on tour a lot and she'd be stuck at home, not in a bad sense. She'd wait for him. However, this attraction he felt for her now. It would fade and he would realize what big of a mistake he was making.

She stopped herself in her tracks, shaking her head, feeling defeated. She told herself she'd behave. She wouldn't think of her ex boyfriend, not anymore. They forgave each other for the confusion. She worked constantly trying to build something and he wanted attention. She wasn't giving him enough. She had a feeling that Rick would have understood that though. He would work so hard and then when relaxation came around it would be time for just them.

She let out another soft sigh, distracting herself in that split second. She was going to ride that elevator up, go to the room she shared with Tara, take a hot bath and then. She was going to crash out on the bed. Or call her sister tell her how her first night hanging out with celebrities went.

Either or sounded fine to her.

She heard a ding off in the distance, shaking her from her thoughts. The elevator. That's the reason why she was standing in the middle of the hall. She wanted to go to the elevator. She cleared her throat, heading for the elevator. A song popped up on the speaker over head. The speaker sounded like it was about to crack from how loud the drum was playing and Michonne instantly knew what song it was.

Here it Goes Damnit.

Michonne leaned forward, using her index finger to push the up button to call the elevator.

The lights above her head flickered. She tilted her head back. The song was still booming and then it began to play.

'What the bitch? I don't want to write this shit, but she's making me anyway.'

Michonne cracked the smile, pushing the button again, trying her best to ignore the flickering lights. She caught a glimpse of Johnny at the party before she left. He didn't at all look to happy. She had an inkling why. Last time she spoke to him they had a mini face off match at the front desk. It wasn't partially her fault though.

'Rick's laughing at me in the back, but he's just so easy. He can say a word and the women fall to his feet.'

She heard the ding. The elevators were about to open and her night adventure was about to end.

"Today was a long day." She muttered, waiting for the doors to fully open, taking a small step forward.

A hand fell at her back. A cool air fell upon her. A chin rested on her shoulder. The lights overhead continue to flicker.

'Here It Goes Damnit. Why do I have to write this? I just want to scream mother dick.'

Hot breath fell on her neck.

"I waited an hour for you."

Michonne's heart jumped in her chest.

"Rick..."

He silenced her, planting a kiss on her ear lobe, grabbing onto it between his teeth and tugging on it.

Abraham's song drowned out by the heavy beating of her heart.

Rick's arm wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer to him. Her ass bumped into his groin. She caught her breath. He still felt so good pressed against her.

"No...shhh..." He told her, taking a step forward, dragging her into the elevator before it closed shut on them.

;..:

Rick's hand slammed on the stop button. The lights flickered overhead for a second, before they turned dim. They were left in almost complete darkness and his body shuddered from the thought. He was finally going to have the woman in his fantasies and nothing was going to stop him. He kept his arm around her waist, stumbling forward to pin her front against the wall.

"I'm supposed to be working on that song, but I rather be doing this with you." He muttered, moving her head to the side so he could kiss at her neck, nibbling on her softly. With his arm still wrapped around her; he placed his hands between her legs. Michonne's hands came out to rest on the wall, pushing her bottom out, grinding it against his erection.

"Rick, stop!" It came out breathlessly. He growled low in his throat, sliding his hand down her dress to grab at the hem, hiking it up. His eyes rolled back as he touched her bare skin. it was soft. He wondered how it would feel wrapped around his body.

"Why? You want this." He responded, swallowing hard as one part of the dress hung around her hip and the other wrapped around her upper thigh. His hand slipped back between her legs, the pad of his index finger ghosting across her thigh to reach her center. Her breath hitched. The elevator was quiet. He could probably hear the loud beating of his heart if he listened hard enough.

"Rick..." She moaned out his name.

He went up to her hip. The outfit she wore underneath was driving him wild. Carol's fabric was always soft, satin like, wrapping around the woman's body so effortlessly that it almost made them feel like they had nothing on...or so he heard. He tapped at it, going downward, flattening his hand to rest on her mound. "God!" He whimpered. "I have to touch you." His hand slid down to hook his index finger in her bottom to move it to the side when he found she wore nothing.

Crotchless. She was wearing a crotchless set.

His eyes rolled back at the realization. He couldn't believe all this time she wore absolutely almost nothing underneath. His index finger brushed her folds, parting them with his middle finger. He found her wet, ready for him.

"You're just perfection." He mumbled, moving his thumb up to touch her clit.

She spread her legs, arching her back to give him better access. He didn't hesitate, finding her entrance with ease, collecting her wetness to drench his finger before he inserted it inside of her.

Her head thrown back, bumping into him. He leaned back to give her more room. His free hand slapped to her other thigh, raising her dress further up to reveal her lower body to him. He groaned. The bottom that she wore rested on her hips, but left her opened and exposed. He took a step back, tilting his head to the side to get a closer look.

The fabric came down her cheeks, but were shaped like an oval to expose her pussy to him. His tongue ran across his lips to wet them. His finger pushing in and out of her sex. The sight alone would make him finish like a teenage boy.

He dropped to his knees, pulling his finger free. He popped it into his mouth to suck it clean. A soft moan erupted from his throat at how she tasted. She reminded him of cherry pie. His stomach grumbled at the comparison.

Michonne turned around, slamming her back into the wall. Her eyes were glazed over with lust. Her lips were parted with soft breaths.

"I..." She opened her open to speak, but no sound came out. Her chest heaved.

"Shhh..." He said once again, reminding her.

He grabbed for her both her thighs, spreading her legs further, lifting up one to throw it over his shoulder. Michonne gasped.

"Rick...wait..." She hissed, slapping her hands to his head, grabbing at his messy to strands to pull him away.

He fought her off by shaking his head. Lifting up her other leg to throw it over his shoulder, holding her securely with her back against the wall.

"Let a man eat." He closed his eyes, leaning his head to the side. He grazed the material with his nose, inhaling her scent. It went up his nostrils, a jolt of electricity shot through his body. He sniffed her once more to remember her essence. It filled his lungs, coursed through his veins. He would never get enough of her. This he knew.

He stuck his tongue out, flicking it against her clit. She gasped, wiggling her hips. His brow arched as he looked up at her, holding her gaze with his. He twirled his tongue, rubbing the underside of it. She wiggled her hips a bit more. A soft whimper fell from her lips.

His hands slid up her legs, lightly slapped her thighs to grab for her bottom. He dug his nails into her cheeks, his lips latching onto her clit to suck, his tongue dancing itself between her folds.

She moaned softly, throwing her head back into the wall. One hand tangled itself in his hair, the other slapped to the wall. Her head turned the opposite way, breaking eye contact. Her breath heavier than before.

He straighten his head, stretching his tongue to trace her entrance. Her back arched. Her hips shifted to grind on his face. He chuckled, mentally shaking his head at the image in front of him. To think when he first saw her on stage that he would be able to have her like this.

His jeans tightened, reminding him of his predicament. He was hard as brick and was ready to have her, fuck her like he promised, but her taste. It flooded his tongue, her smell made it worse. She was drowning his senses in nothing but her.

He groaned, pulling his head back. As much fun as this angle was. He wanted to go at her deeper. He licked his mouth clean in. "Have you ever sat on a man's face before."

She shook her head, her tongue run over her lips.

"Come on." He slowly dropped his hold from her, bringing her feet to the ground. Once she was steady. He leaned back, sitting on the ground. His arms behind him, holding himself up as he continued to stare at her. "I'll only bite if you ask me too."

:..;

Michonne was sure she passed out in her room and was having the most realist sex dream she ever had.

Rick Grimes was on the elevator floor, waiting for her to sit on his face. She bit her inner cheek to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She jumped at the sensation. She expected it to hurt, but it only made her want him. Want what he was offering.

She pushed herself off the wall, moving her arms behind her head to grab for her zipper. She might as well take the damn thing off. She pulled it down. The cool air brushed against her back as the material parted to reveal her. She leaned her head back slightly wanting to lose her sight in Rick Grimes. She could do anything she wanted to him.

She pushed the dress down her body, lifting up her leg to step out of it, using the end of her heel to kick it across the floor. It hit the wall with a splat. All what was left on her was her lingerie set. It was a half top one piece that was open at the bottom. The cool air brushed against her wet folds, making them clench.

"Michonne...now." He demanded. She nodded her head, walking over to him. The clack of her heels led her way as she stood over his face. She glanced down, swallowing the forming lump in her throat. She was shy say the least. She had a right to stop this, even clad in only her lingerie set. If she stood firm, she could tell him no, wish him goodnight, start the elevator, wait till it hit her floor and high tail it out of there before he caught her. Which she knew it would fail. That look in his eye. It shook her. Her body throbbed with promise. No matter how hard she tried to fight this. She wanted him inside of her. There was no denying it anymore.

She slowly dropped to her kneels, shaking her hips from side to side to loosen the nerves. He seemed unfazed by it. He gave no sign that he wanted her.

"Fuck. I promise we'll do this again, but I need you right now."

He reached up, grabbing for her hips, positioning her hips over his lap to pull her down. She landed on his lap with a loud squeal. Her hands slapped to grab at his brown shirt, tugging on it. He wiggled his hips, pushing her down to rest on him. She bit her bottom lip. He was greatly affected from this. His hard erection was tenting his jeans and caressing her in the sweetest ways.

She leaned down, closing her eyes. She captured his lips with hers, parting them with her tongue, thrusting into his mouth as if he was. He moaned. His hold on her tightened, his fingers digging into the lacey material. His tongue hit hers, curling around it to gain dominance. She grinded her hips into him, breaking the kiss to let out a soft moan. He felt heavenly.

"Unbuckle my jeans, Chonne." The way her name fell off his lips. Her nipples pebbled underneath her top. She stuck out her tongue to flick it over his lips, grinning. She lifted her hips, sliding a hand down his chest to grab at his belt, undoing it. She fumbled on the most part, but got it undone. She slid her other hand down his chest to grab for his jeans button. He leaned his head up to kiss her lips. It was soft. It sent tingles all the way down to her toes.

The zipper slid down. He lifted his hips up and she took that as him telling her to push his jeans down too. Which she did. She used both her hands to push them down all the way till they pooled around his knees, leaving him just in his shirt and boxers.

She moved her hands back up to grab at his boxers. He broke the kiss, his breath heavily. His eyes locked on hers as she pushed his boxers down. His length sprung forth. His upper lip twitch.

"Condom?" She breathed.

He shook his head then nodded, "Left pocket."

She leaned up; wrapping one hand around his hardness, the other reached behind her to dig in his jeans for the condom. She gasped at how big he felt in her hand. She glanced down, her eyes widen in awe. His shaft was thick, long and tempting. She was tempted to bend down to take him into her mouth, but decided not too. Like he said, he needed her and she needed him.

She pulled the package free from his pocket, giving it to him. He removed his hands from her hips to tear it, throwing the wrapper to the side as he stretched his arms, placing the condom on. She looked back up, stroking his length as he slid the condom down. Her eyes fell to half slits.

"Fuck." He cursed. Her hand fell away for him to complete the task. Once he was done, he placed his hands back on her hips, tangling his digits into the fabric. She balanced herself over his arousal.

Their eyes locked again. Her heart stopped. The music had long change to something soft. She could barely make out the lyrics, but it fit the mood. The lights overhead flicked, but stayed dim. It was just enough light to see his blue eyes. They were almost dark enough to be black.

Her hands grabbed at his shirt, pulling it up to reveal his ripped stomach. She bit back her gasp, scratching at his skin.

He tensed up, his eyes never leaving hers. She slowly lowered herself onto him. She took him inch by agonizing inch. Her head threw back at the intrusion. Each passing second she lowered herself onto him, pain pulsed through her body, but it quickly replaced itself with pleasure. Her walls pulsated around him welcoming him into her.

"God," he spat.

She couldn't find anything to say that would justify how she felt.

Once she settled on top of him. She felt...full. She fixed her head to look at him. He looked crazed. Sweat collected at his brows, his upper lip was curled up.

"Move when you're ready."

She nodded. A lump formed in her throat. She dug her nails into his skin, using him as her anchor as she lifted up her hips. Her walls still vibrated with the slight pain, but she only moaned out the pleasure as she lowered herself back down. He grunted once they met again.

His hand lifted to smack at her ass. She jumped, grinding her body into him. His mouth fell open from the sensation. His right eyebrow went up, curiously. She saw that look in his eye. He raised his hand up, bringing it back down. She rotated her hips, a chorus of moans fell from her lips. Her hips moving back and forth with each smack.

The smacks continued. Her hips moved back and forth. The scrape of his belt and the wet sounds their body made as they met was the only sounds heard.

;..:

Rick still couldn't get over how tight she felt surrounding him. He felt every clench of her walls and it excited him. With Lori, he felt her. She did kegel exercises for the first half of their relationship so when he'd stick out his bottom lip and grip her hips. She'd grip him with all her might, but this felt natural. It was like her body was telling him, 'You're the biggest I've ever had and I'm still getting used to you.'

It filled his chest with pride.

He removed his hands from her hips as she rocked on top of him. She was so wet that even through the condom he could still feel her. His toes curled from the sensation. Fuck, he was going to lose his mind.

He moved to sit up, tugging her half top down. A pert nipple popped free. He wasted no time in opening his mouth to take it, flicking his tongue against the tip.

She moaned, throwing her head back with a soft gasp.

He grabbed at her back, scratching at her skin as she did his chest. This was not what he expected when he touched himself to thoughts of her.

He never imagined her to be this wet, this soft. This...

"Oh Rick. Fuck, you feel good."

Whatever he wanted to say. He couldn't think of the word. She was much better than he expected her to be. This right here would satisfy him every time he thought back and brought himself to this moment.

He scratched at her back tangling his digits in the fabric again, using his strength to roll them over, placing her gently on the ground with him still nestled inside of her center.

Her hands moved from his chest to his hair, playing with his strands as he thrusted forward, angling himself to go at her deeper. She arched her back, pushing her nipple further into his mouth. He bit down and in response she yelped.

He pulled his mouth back, staring at her with a slight shock. His hips stilled. "Too much?"

She shook her head. She stared at him, hypnotized. "You forgot the other one."

He smirked, dipping his head to kiss his way towards the other one, wrapping his lips around it, biting tenderly as he begun the pace of his hips.

Her fingers worked at his head, massaging his scalp as he sucked at her nipple.

"Faster...Rick..." She sighed, rolling her hips to meet his thrust.

She was just as eager to have him as he was her.

He nodded his head, popping her nipple free from his mouth, pulling his hips back to pull out of her. She whimpered, scratching down his head to grab at the back of his throat. He eyed her surprised, though making a mental note. She liked it rough. If they slept together again. He'd make sure he remembered that.

But that was a big if.

"I didn't say stop." She brought his head up, leaning up to grab for his lips, placing hers on his passionately. Her legs lifted, wrapping around his back. Her heels digging into his lower back. He groaned, fuck. What was he thinking when he pulled her into this elevator. He could already see himself sitting in a chair, his hands on her hips as she rode him with just her heels on.

Well fuck.

She whined, rolling her hips. Her breast brushed against his shirt. He snapped back to reality, moving a hand behind him to push her legs further up his back, aiming his length at her entrance. He braced himself, taking a deep breath. He broke the kiss, cocking his head to the side, bringing his mouth by her ear.

The song changed. It was loud and booming. Another of Abrahams. He was thankful. He flicked his tongue on her earlobe. "Scream as loud as you want."

He shot forward, entering her quickly. Her walls vibrated around him. He held it there, burying himself to the hilt. She gasped, a soft moan of his name.

He wrapped his hand around her ankle, thrusting in and out, picking up the pace of his thrusts. His balls smacked against her skin with each second.

"Fuck...Rick."

"Michonne..." He purred her name, kissing his way from her ear to her shoulder, biting down into it. His free hand slapped to the ground beside her head. His fingers clenched, wishing he could grab the floor.

Her nails dug into his back. Her legs locked tighter around him.

"I'm going to..."

He lifted his hips up, slowing down his movement, licking at her shoulder. He angled himself just right to rub against her bundle of nerves.

She twitched underneath him. His name was a chant in the air.

It fueled him to keep going.

"Oh God!" She screamed into the air.

Her nails scratched down his back. He was sure there was marks.

He groaned. Her walls tightened around him, holding him there. He stopped.

"Fuck, yes...Rick. Oh...God."

It was like she was stuck on repeat. He wasn't no where near close to being done.

He smirked, wiggling his brows. He lifted his head to stare at her, watch her orgasm around him.

Her lips were parted in a small 'O'. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back. Her nipples were hard as rock.

He wiggled his hips, giving her a moment before he picked up the pace again, unwrapping his hand from around her ankle to grab for her hand, lacing their fingers together. He did the same with the other, stretching their joined hands over her head. His mouth an inch from hers.

"Ready to cum again?" He couldn't help the grin.

She rolled her eyes, trying to catch her breath.

"Don't get a bigger head."

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. He rocked into her now. She felt more wet than before. He was going to drown in her before this was through.

"You can't feel that?" Just for added measure, he made his cock jerk inside of her. She gasped, her lips parted. Cool air touched his lips. "I know what I said..." He thought back to a couple hours before when he had her pinned. He spoke nothing but the truth. He thought they would have been in a bed when he traced her Colts. But they were inside of a elevator and he waited. "Oh yeah! You made me wait."

He leaned back, unlacing their fingers. He eyed her, sitting on the back of his legs. "Don't you move, Michonne." He stated, his hands grabbed for her lower body, tearing into her lingerie, ripping it from her hips. He moved it up her stomach, giving him free access to her bare waist. He slapped his hands to it.

"I don't like waiting, Michonne." His voice dropped to a harsh whisper. "I was going to go easy on you." He stated, tilting his head to the side, widening his eyes before they fell to slits. "Oh well."

He steadied himself, locking his eyes with hers. He wanted her to feel every inch of him, more than she already did.

He moved her back and forth along his length. She blinked, turning her head to break eye contact. Her back arched high. Her hands turned over, slapping to the ground. His body smacked against hers. Her heels hit him and the ground. He scratched down her leg to grab for her ankle, bringing it up, his hips relentless. He rested her leg on his chest, turning his head to place a gentle kiss on her. His arm wrapped around her thigh, his thumb touching her sensitive flesh, using the pad of his thumb to go at it in circular motion.

She made some kind of sound he couldn't make out.

He grabbed for her other leg, bringing it up to rest on his chest, turning his head to kiss it. His thrusts were hard. His body was aching with release.

He felt it boil in his lower body, but he wanted to stretch this out as long as possible.

"Rick! Please..." She pleaded. He rested his head on her leg, watching her unravel beneath him.

He kept up his pace. His release was tickling his balls now. God he was so close.

He wiggled his hips, adjusting himself to lie flat on top of her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, bringing him closer. His hands slapped the ground on either side of her head. His lips brushed against her parted ones. He rotated his hips.

"What lesson did we learn?"

"Not make you wait." She yelped.

He brought his lips down to catch hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he did her body.

He felt it.

Her walls gripped him again. His body trembled. His climax rocked his entire core, bringing him to a complete halt as he emptied himself inside of her.

She screamed into his mouth. Her walls gripped him so tightly. His eyes rolled back.

He waited a moment. His heart was beating so fast he was sure it would break from his chest.

The song now playing was soft. It was one of their first ones, Lies I tell myself.

He hummed softly to it. He wanted to pull out, but every time he moved his hips to do so. It was like she squeezed him.

"Give me a second, Rick." She broke the kiss, looking at him with those beautiful browns of hers.

He nodded. "Will I see you at the after party?"

There was a complete silence and the slight flash of uncertainty ran across her eyes.

She opened her mouth. He shook his head. "It's okay. A good fucks. A good fuck."

He pulled his hips back, exiting her heat with a hiss of complaint.

He took his time as stood up. He was semi hard, but he thought..part of him wanted to believe that this was more than just a one night stand. He reached down for his boxers to pull them up, mumbling under his breath at how much of an idiot he was. He should have went back to his room after the first twenty minutes when she didn't show.

Michonne moved to her knees, looking up at him. She cleared her throat. "You didn't let me finish, Rick." She sighed. She was still trying to catch her breath. "I would love too."

It happened so quickly. He wasn't sure if it was actually happening. She came to him on her knees. Her hand wrapped around his length, holding it steady. The other grabbed for the condom, pulling it off his length. She tossed it behind her. It flopped on the ground before it landed on her dress.

A hard lump formed in his throat. With the wall at his back he watched his goddess lean in, part her lips and take him into her mouth.

He was half hard when he pulled out, but he throbbed as he felt her tongue on him.

He kept his eyes on her actions. He wanted this burned in his memory.

Her eyes were locked on his as she took him deeper into her mouth.

He sighed in satisfaction. Her hand came up as her mouth came down.

He grabbed for her hair, holding it up. It got messed up in their tryst and he wanted to see every movement her mouth made on him.

"Oh fuck, Michonne." He groaned.

With rapid circular motions, she explored the entire length of his flesh with her tongue and hands.

So, I need a long walk.

I honestly hope this wasn't to much for some of you readers.