Ch. 36 - Rick
Rick backed Michonne against the wall. His hands moved in ten directions at once, wanting to feel every inch of her. He finally settled on her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks through her jeans. Rick swallowed Michonne's whimper with his tongue. They'd managed to find a secluded cell in this rarely used block, but sound easily traveled along the cement walls of the prison.
He hefted Michonne up and she wrapped her firm thighs around his waist.
"Fuck yes," she moaned when he thrust against her, his cock aiming for her clit with the precision of a heat-seeking missile.
She answered in kind, grinding against him with fervor. It had been too long since he'd felt this rush of lust and love.
Michonne ran her fingers through his hair, her eager touch making his cock even harder.
"I want to be inside of you. Now," he growled.
Ch. 37 - Michonne
Michonne drew herself away from Rick's warm lips, her mouth protesting the loss of his warmth. Neither the dampness of the cell block or the chill of the cement wall against her back could temper her heat for this man. His blue eyes were dark with desire, his dilated pupils causing her to clench violently, her pupils likely dilating in return.
She wanted Rick, but she needed a second. Doing the calculations in her head, the time of the month was right. The chance of her getting pregnant was minimal. "Take out your cock," she whispered.
Rick groaned, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth. "Hold onto me," Rick said, his Southern accent more pronounced in the command of his voice. She clamped her thighs even tighter around his waist, freeing up his hands. The sound of Rick lowering the zipper of his jeans made her dizzy.
Ch. 38 - Rick
"I got you," Rick said, gripping her by the waist so she could slip out of her own pants, her jeans and underwear left dangling from one leg.
Heat emanated from her core, her unique scent making his dick twitch. The Governor, Andrea, the impending attack - none of it mattered at the sight of this beautiful woman, vulnerable and exposed. He was grateful to just be here with her.
Andrea's feelings for Michonne went beyond friendship. The two women had spent eight months on the road together; it wasn't his place to make assumptions about their relationship. All he knew was that Andrea had her chance and it wasn't his obligation to offer her another one. So, when Andrea had walked in on them, Rick pretended to not have heard her.
And when Michonne slammed down on his rock hard cock, he knew he'd made the right choice.
Ch. 39 - Michonne
Michonne's taut nipples rubbed against the rough fabric of her t-shirt. Either Rick's cock was too thick or she was too small; it had been two years since she'd had sex. She looked down between the two of them, her eyes widening. Rick's thickness exceeded her expectations.
She moaned as he slowly pumped into her. "You're so tight," he bit out, clenching his jaw.
Michonne's body gradually adjusted to him, granting him deeper access. Gripping her hips, he gently bounced her up and down to his own rhythm. Michonne gasped when he hit a certain spot.
He looked her in the eye as he expertly hit the same spot over and over. Her muscles clenched around him as her orgasm burst forth.
"Oh, fuck," Rick grunted as he came, his eyes slamming shut in pleasure.
Michonne bathed him with kisses, taking in as much of him as she could.
A/N: Part two coming tomorrow!
