Merle smiled as he leaned into the doorway of his room. He couldn't wait to get in his own bed again…and to snuggle with Michonne. Andre' was sleeping soundly, the kid was crashing on the couch, and Daryl was counting "Z"s too.
She sat up, a gentle smile gracing her uneasy face. He closed the door behind him and took off his pants. "What are you…?"
"If I was able to sleep in my own bed, you'd know that I sleep in the buff," He flashed a lazy smirk as he made his way to the bed. "Relax, all I'm gonna do is get a kiss…then I'll turn over and hit the pillow." She eyed him up, knowing that couldn't have been further from the truth.
That idea flew out of her head as she watched him drop his boxers. She subconsciously licked her lips. Wow he was a wonderful male specimen. His body never ceased to amaze, even his hard chest that she grew accustomed to seeing around the house and on his riding lawn-mower. By the looks of his lower half she could tell what he was thinking about for the last hour.
"Really?," She asked, with arms folded. "You want to snuggle with me naked, with THAT?" She attempted to stifle her laugh. He was as sly as a fox, but he was smooth and so damned sexy. She couldn't be repulsed by him. The average man would get a slap to the face or choice words. But not him. Not her redneck Casanova. She secretly enjoyed his dogged pursuit and desire for her.
He sucked his teeth and gave a carefree smile. "Don't pay that no mind," He replied, looking down. "Pretend it ain't there," She nearly laughed aloud. This man was something else. "So can I get in my own bed, or what?"
"Yes, but no…putting that anywhere." She muttered, trying to turn away. But of course her feminine eyes couldn't forget what they had seen. Her hips discreetly quivered at the thought of being possessed by him. She wondered how gentle and rough he could be. But she had to stop her mind from fantasying.
"What, nowhere?," He pouted, then sighing. "Fair enough," He walked towards the bed and pulled back the covers. He took her in his arms as his sturdy body shifted the mattress. "Well," He said gruffly, snaring her lovely eyes into his heady gaze. "Are you at least gonna give me a goodnight kiss?"
She closed her eyes. "Yes." She said passively as she eased her lips towards his. She gently pouted her lips, unknowingly soliciting a primal growl from Merle.
He eased in and put his lips to hers. He let them linger, then letting his tongue force its way into her unsuspecting mouth. The kiss was jagged and hot, and she was surprised and turned on by the force of the kiss. After a small moan she submitted fully to the heady kiss, bringing her hands up to caress his shoulders and back. He deepened the kiss, briefly running his rough, calloused hand between her smooth, silky thighs. He growled, then tearing his lips from hers. "Nothin' like the feel of a beautiful woman at night." He let his hand explore her smooth skin and kept his eyes in hers. Their gazes were entranced in one another's. And his eyes were in a lusty trance as he envisioned himself between her tantalizing and welcoming thighs. Each touch was electric…and each kiss was like liquid fire.
"No funny business." She whispered, unknowingly biting her bottom lip. That passive feminine gesture itself was arousing. Hell, Merle was rock hard when she was just near…not doing anything. Just breathing. He fucking needed this woman. Sexually and emotionally.
"How's this funny?," He asked, putting his lips to her neck. Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head. "I can cuddle and make you feel good without putting anything in," He muttered. "Though I'd love to put it in," She was aware of that by the feel of his cock pressing against her thigh. He was so warm and she felt so safe with him, despite his imposing member. She kissed him back, then running her fingers down his body. She caressed his hard dick and the sounds of his heavy breathing graced her ears. "Ah, fuck," He swore helplessly. "Sweetheart." Each of her gentle touches aroused him to no end. Never before had he been so crazy or helplessly infatuated with a woman.
The sexual attraction was only the tip of the smoldering iceberg. "You are irresistible." She whispered, looking into his eyes. The searing attraction for Merle seemed to be slowly engulfing her.
He ran his hands up her nightgown. "Your body is so damn smooth," He mused, reeling from his own attraction for her. "And beautiful."
"Merle," She breathed. "Thought you said that you just wanted a kiss." Her chest was heaving and she could feel the crippling tightening within her core. She could feel it between her thighs. This was not good. Ah, well who was she kidding? It was good, deliciously good…and naughty.
He seemed to dissect her soul with his sultry, yet scrutinizing gaze. He smashed his lips onto hers like a madman. She gave in to the force and heat of the kiss, and her temperature tripled as she felt him slowly and painstakingly lifting up her gown. "I want you so fuckin' bad." He said in between kisses. He paused briefly, looking down at her. Her lips were just so damned kissable, and her eyes were like gorgeous chocolate pools.
"Merle…" She mumbled, shutting her eyes. His eyes were just as captivating; and she didn't want him to realize how deep in that she was.
He flashed his taunting grin, then turning his lips to her neck once more. Her eyes flew open at his persistent gesture. "Yes, my chocolate queen?" He teased, awakening the sensitive nerves in her neck. The feel of his firm lips and the stubble of his beard was a familiar luxury.
She tilted her head upward. Damn that felt good, Merle certainly knew how to kiss a woman. "Merle," She whispered, licking at her chapped lips. "Stop…" Her defenses were definitely down.
He grunted in disproval. "You say I'm irresistible," He managed to say, flashing his penetrating bedroom eyes at her. "Then take off that gown and spread those legs for me." It was pitch black in the room, aside from minimal lighting from the moonlight hitting the window.
"No putting- -"
"It'll be my tongue." He assured. All he knew was that he wanted her, and if tongue action was all he was going to get for a while; then he certainly wanted to make it count.
She bit her lip. "Jesus, Merle!," She whispered profusely, with sharpness in her voice. "You're killing me here." He was so irresistible. And so damn...sexy.
"Won't be so bad if you don't resist me," He said with a wink, then reaching up her gown. His eyes didn't part from hers as he made his way up her bare thigh and to her pussy. She didn't want to fold. Damn she didn't…but the feel of his labored hands on her smooth skin was too sensual and hot. "Mhhmmm," He growled in her ear. "No panties on?," He asked, licking his lips. "You sure know how to tease me," He kept his eyes locked into hers as he slipped his finger between the soft folds of her. "You're wet too," His breathing became more tense. "You just gonna wet the bed from your frustration?"
"No." She said, in an almost ill-fated fit of defiance.
Merle liked that defiance, it turned him on all the more. "Why don't you open them legs and let me give you a kiss." Her body grew hot, why did Merle have to be so smooth?
"Just a kiss?" She inquired, pondering the seed that Merle had planted in her aroused brain.
"Unless you want- -"
"No," She quickly said, uncertainty taking her back into its imposing grip. "Just…"
He nodded. He just wanted her to be comfortable and happy, so if he had to wait…so be it. He gently pulled her towards the edge of the bed, then bringing himself to the floor. He figured he'd probably get rug burn from the abrasive carpet, but he didn't care. He put his face to her womanhood and began sucking and nibbling at her clit. She shut her eyes and put her arm over her mouth to muffle her obscure moans. She nearly lost it when she felt his tongue teasing her most intimate parts. She could hear his primal grunts and groans as he moved his tongue against her and suckling at her clit. He sucked up her sweet feminine juices as he caressed one of her thighs with his left hand; while his other hand was firmly wrapped around his dick.
As he pleasured her with his fervent tongue, he sought out his own relief. He gently began jerking himself, it was slow and his grip was rough, just how he had always done it. He had loved eating her and touching her, but he hadn't come in a while. He felt as if he was going to burst. It seemed like he could probably get off by the sound of her gentle moans. Her sounds were so hot and just egged him on. His tongue moved slow, in deliberate movements…in all the right spots. He was thorough, to say the least.
And again she wondered about the strength and power of his possession. She fantasized, wishing that his tongue was another well-endowed body part of his. She imagined how it would feel against her unabashedly aroused femininity…and inside her. How hot it would be to hear the sounds of his satisfaction. It didn't take long for him to have her legs shaking. "Merle," She breathed, her hips convulsing and her hips gyrating. She was both ashamed and surprised by her own lust and speedy satisfaction. Against her mind's wishes, within minutes she was there. Her legs shook and she nearly screamed as see felt the crippling wave of pleasure overwhelm her. "Merle…" She moaned helplessly, succumbing to the ruthless pangs within her core.
"Yeah, babe," He growled. "I wanna always be able to make your legs shake." He kissed it, licking up all of her juices. She tasted so damn sweet. But that was her, his chocolate queen. He licked his lips and looked up mischievously at her. His lust wasn't quenched in the slightest bit, he wanted more.
She sat up and looked at him with her entrancing eyes. "I want to," He was startled and pleasantly surprised as she forcefully pressed her lips against his. She wasn't too keen on her own taste, but once here and there would be okay. "I want to pleasure you," She continued, rubbing her hand through his thick hair. "Let me?" She had never wanted to pleasure a man as much as she did him.
Hell yes he would let her. He reluctantly broke the kiss and did as he was told. She kneeled on the carpet and was between his legs. He remembered how insulted he was when she first tried to pleasure him this way. But this was the way she was comfortable with; and he would gladly accept anything she gave. For now this was the ultimate gesture of respect and admiration that she was giving him. And his male brain relished in such a submissive and unconditional gesture.
She took him into her hand, gently licking at the engorged head of his aching cock. Fuck that felt good. He leaned back on his arms and closed his eyes. He figured he was a little pigheaded, though he hadn't meant it. She made it clear that there was certainly more than one way to skin a cat. She began jerking him, her grip was firm and hot…just like he craved. He loved the feel of her warm hands and mouth on him.
She licked at and savored the taste of his oozing pre-cum. He tasted musky, with a hint of sweetness. He went still and moaned aloud as he watched her take him all the way into her mouth. He closed his eyes; then cursed furiously, realizing he might wake Andre'. And he really began to hate the thin walls of the house. He nearly lost it as she took him in and out, slowly and tortuously bobbing her head up and down. But his eyes couldn't stay closed for long. He opened his eyes to get an eyeful of the erotic sight. "Michonne," He breathed. Wow she was so good at that. Damn. He wondered how her lips felt so good and how they were like fleshly magic against his hard cock. "Feels so good." He groaned. As she worshiped his thick cock with her mouth, he felt the sharp urge to release. She was good. So damn good. It had definitely been way too long for the virile man.
As she pleasured him she let her own curious hands do some well-deserved exploring. She smoothed her hands down his muscular thighs, making a small sound of approval. Her mouth felt good, her hands felt good…hell, everything she did felt good and pierced him within his being. She raked her nails up and down his thighs as she eagerly swallowed him all the way. That was so irresistibly hot to him. He took her head in his hand and ran it through her thick dreads. That was the only semi-tender gesture he could give her during such a personal and submissive act. She felt so aroused and undeniably sexy. She was on her knees, and her feminine powers figuratively bought Merle to his, and near the brink of nirvana.
He licked his lips. "Michonne," He grunted, feeling the primal urge building. "Can I cum now?," She responded by taking him as deep as she could and sucking at his shaft. She was egging him on, wanting to taste his hot release. He gently moved his hips up and down, slowly fucking her mouth. "Stop me if this is too much." He said, his voice low. Within minutes of fucking her sweet mouth he felt the hot, liquid fire shoot from his swollen cock. He groaned loudly, then trying to muffle his sounds. Damn those thin walls. A minute passed as he filled her giving mouth with his hot load. The taste was so musky and natural, exactly like him. And she liked it more than she thought she would. His thighs shook and his eyes rolled back into his head as he panted. He forgot how good cumming felt. After two minutes the dormant streams of release subsided, giving way to a flaccid and satisfied man.
She released him from her mouth and looked up at him.
He gestured her to him. "CUM over here and gimme a kiss," He playfully demanded. Usually he didn't believe in kissing a woman after THAT. But, once in a while would be okay. She deserved a kiss, and more. However, those things would come in due time…no pun intended. She sat up and got back on the bed. He placed his rough hand on her face, then kissing her deeply. He released her, then flashing her a satisfied grin. "Gal," He said jovially in his southern drawl. "I need an 8 hour deep sleep after that." He licked his lips thinking about what her pussy would feel like. He might be Sleeping Beauty after that…or either a chain smoker. Hell yes.
She fell back onto the bed with him. She looked back at him, he had seemed very relaxed. She felt him put his arm around her body and draw her close. She forgot that men were like walking, portable heaters. The AC was cranked up, but nonetheless his body heat was welcomed. He slowly shut his eyes. He was actually dozing off. Releasing what was built up when he first saw her was pretty tiring.
"Your hair is thick for a white man's." She teased, running her fingers through his course hair.
A tired laugh escaped him. "You know that ain't the only thing, sweetheart." He playfully jabbed back at her comment.
She gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "I suppose not," She said with a smile. "Goodnight, loverboy."
"Night, sweetheart." He grumbled as he dozed off, the feel of her dainty fingers piddling around on his scalp was pretty relaxing too. Merle was pretty cute. His lips also twitched as he slept. This man was everything and a pitcher of sweet tea. He was imposing and protective, even in his sleep. The strength and firmness of his arm's hold forced her to make his chest her head's resting place. She fell asleep not too long after feeling satisfied and triumphant. Now THAT was progress.
Thanks for your patience, everyone! Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Definitely let me know what ya'll think. Like, was it hot or should I go hotter next time? (haha). But fear not, things will progress a bit more. Though keep in mind, I'm a romantic at heart and I love good plot. I really enjoy writing this story and have a lot more ideas. This won't be ending anytime soon, that's the good news. The bad news? Even slower updates :( Ya gotta love college, right? But I'll do my best!
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