Richonne (Short Love Stories) Mouthing Off (Chapter 14)
A/N: Another wonderful story dedicated to Richonne body parts. Hope you enjoy!
Her infectious laugh drifts to him from the other room as he tries not to be so obvious with searching her out. They're all at Sasha and Tyreese's place, having a group dinner as they are prone to do at least once or twice a week. He believes she has jinxed him as he has yet to get images of their last lunch time session out of his mind. He is definitely fixated on her, his latest obsession centered on her luscious, full lips.
She waltzes into the room, carrying a dish to add to the dinner selection, followed by Maggie and Rosita, doing the same. She takes a seat at the end of the table near Noah and Carl, grasping their hands as Father Gabriel recites a prayer to bless their meal.
He slyly watches her as she laughs and talks jovially with those surrounding her, enjoying her dinner as well. He can barely concentrate on his own meal as his eyes wander to her time and time again. She finally graces him with a look and a smile before returning to her conversation with Noah, Carl, and Eugene. He excuses himself from the table and walks to the patio out back. He takes a seat and begins to reflect on his relationship with Michonne.
For some unknown reason, he feels weighed down tonight and he doesn't like that feeling. She has flitted through his mind millions of times before, but lately things have been different. What is it about this woman that makes me want to lock her up and keep her all to myself? He scoffs as he knows that will never happen. Then again, she might like it. He laughs, then jumps as her voice surprises him.
"What's so funny?" She asks as she closes the door behind her.
He smiles as just the sight of her makes his heart beat faster. His eyes drink her in, appreciating the way she looks in her yellow sundress. "Just thinking about something."
"You wanna share?"
"Naw, you probably wouldn't appreciate it," Rick says.
She sits in the chair opposite him, crossing her legs. "Try me. I might surprise you."
"I don't need any more surprises from you. I'd like to live to see my grandchildren," he returns.
Michonne laughs out loud at that and shakes her head. "So, you want me to scale things down a bit for you?"
"Never. I'll just take my chances." They share a laugh as he grasps her hand, kissing it softly. "I love you."
"I love you, too." She gives him that radiant smile of hers and it is in that moment that Rick realizes what he wants. He wants Michonne to be his wife. He wants to connect their lives in every way possible. That weight he felt earlier seems to lift away immediately with this new epiphany. Now, he wonders if she will agree.
Later that night, he is sitting in bed, watching her go through her nightly routine after her shower. He found her an old antique vanity on a run a few weeks ago and she has fallen in love with it. She has all her oils and lotions and who knows what else placed strategically within reach and she sits there most nights, moisturizing her smooth, glowing skin, giving him a show that she is unaware of.
He gets up and walks over to stand in front of her, reaching to cup her cheek as he traces her bottom lip with a finger. "Your mouth is driving me insane. I couldn't even concentrate on dinner because I was imagining kissing you."
She smiles as he leans down to plant one on her. She grips the back of his thighs, pulling him to her as she rests her head against his abdomen. "Are you going to sleep in here with me tonight?"
He caresses her back as she holds him, always intrigued by the silkiness of her skin. "Is that what you want?"
She looks up at him and nods, almost shyly.
"So, we're making this official then? No more sneaking around? We're going to let everyone know we're together?" He asks, his eyes hopeful.
"If that's what you want," she answers.
"What I want is for you to take my last name."
Michonne gasps as Rick drops down to his knees in front of her.
"I want you to be my wife, Michonne. Will you have me?"
She blinks rapidly as she only considers his question for a moment, trying to keep her tears at bay. "Yes." She hugs him to her, holding him tightly as she reminisces on him removing his ring weeks ago. It makes her wonder how long he has been planning this. She pulls back to search his eyes, reveling in the love she sees there. She smiles as he zeroes in on her lips yet again. "Kiss me."
Rick goes in passionately, hungrily, leading with his tongue as he angles his head and moves his hands underneath her robe to her thighs. He pulls her to the edge of her chair, barely able to contain himself as his manhood collides with her womanhood. He can't get enough of her full, delectable lips as he devours her mouth, nibbling and sucking as he continues to kiss her. He reluctantly moves down to her neck and further down to her breasts, pulling her robe open to gain access.
Michonne leans against the back of the chair as he travels further down, caressing her sweet spot with his tongue. She runs her fingers through his hair as she never gets enough of making love with him. She drapes her legs over his shoulders and settles in for this glorious ride he is about to take her on. She rocks against him, the crescendo towards her release, growing with each stroke of his tongue. She grips the seat of the chair, crying out as her orgasm sweeps through her body, her center vibrating like never before.
Rick pops up, noticing their images in the vanity mirror. He is almost mesmerized by the look on his future wife's face as she is still in the throes of her orgasm. He pushes his pajama bottoms down, freeing his erection and plunges into her, satisfied with her shriek of surprise.
"Oh, my….Rick…wait…. please…" She gasps with each word as he is showing no mercy. Her body shivers almost uncontrollably as his movements only serve to make her spasm more and more. She is sure to catch his gaze as he moves inside her. She grips his forearms, holding on tightly. "Payback….is….hell." She throws her head back trying not to scream as another orgasm takes hold of her.
He smiles as he knows he has satisfied her immensely. He glances up at her captivating mouth, her lips parting with each gasp as he thrusts into her again and again. He moves a hand to her back, pulling her up so he can capture her mouth with his, never breaking his rhythm. The kiss manages to send his body into overdrive.
Michonne can feel him as he seems to grow even larger and longer inside of her as he is on the verge of release. She relaxes as she feels his member vibrating inside of her as he spills his seed, his body slowly rocking to a stop.
He gradually disconnects their bodies, pulling his bottoms up with one hand, continuing to support her with the other. He wraps her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and stands up, moving to the bed. He lays her down, carefully and removes her robe.
"Rick, what are you doing?" She asks as he removes his pajama bottoms, standing before her naked.
He wiggles his eyebrows at her. "I want to sleep naked with you."
She smiles at her adorable man and reminds him. "We have slept together naked before, you know."
"Not all night," he returns.
They both climb under the covers and settle in for the night, enjoying the comfort of each other's warmth. It's not long before they're sound asleep.
Michonne is awakened by a slight prodding at her backside. She slowly becomes more aware of what she is feeling and her eyes pop fully open as she smiles. Oh my goodness. He's got morning wood. Can't let that go to waste. She turns to face him, fully expecting to encounter those beautiful blue eyes of his. She is surprised to see that he is still sound asleep. Wonder what he's dreaming about.
She slides further down in the bed, rolling her body on top of his, placing him on his back. She smiles as he groans just a bit, but doesn't appear to wake up. She gently takes hold of him and touches her tongue to him lightly.
Rick's eyes open immediately as he tosses the comforter back and looks down at Michonne with questioning eyes.
"Is my mouth still driving you insane?"
He gasps as she rolls the tip of him across her lips over and over again before taking him into her mouth with a groan. He fists the sheets as he is not used to being awaken in this way at all.
She pulls up and takes him out of her mouth with a sound pop. "Payback…is…hell." She reminds him as she envelopes him once again, sucking him like he is her favorite flavor lollipop.
Rick grabs a pillow to bite down on as she is showing him no mercy with that miraculous mouth of hers.