Rick POV

Damn, the feeling I got as she asks me to take her home, it sent a shiver down my spine. I don't shiver; women turn me on but they never ─ I repeat never cause the reactions the way this woman does. I want her, really fucking bad I feel like I'm losing my mind.

"Mmm, yeah, let me get the tab and we can go," I wrap my arms around her shoulders and lean in for a kiss. When our lips touch, I can feel it all from her, she wants this just as much as I do.

Why does this terrify me?

"Okay," she whispers. I think our fun and flirting just stopped, shit just got real ─ for both of us.

I quickly settle the tab, Michonne is holding my hand the whole time, I can feel the tremors coming from her. She's scared, so I rub my thumb over the back of her hand trying to soothe her. I can understand why she's scared and I'm going to make certain she knows this is all her, the second she wants to stop we stop.

Before I open the car door for her, I turn her around and press my body against hers, tilting her head back giving my girl a little I kiss on her neck, ghosting my lips to her ear. "The things you do to me, Michonne McQueen… I can't even begin to explain." I kiss her lips one last time then open the door and help her into the car.

We ride back to her house in silence, my hand is on her thigh and she's holding onto it for dear life. My brain is going a mile a minute, it's one thing to flirt and touch, to tell her I will have her and all that shit. It's completely different when I'm driving to her house with every intention of putting my money where my mouth is. Furthermore, I want to make it perfect for her, I mean she's giving herself to me, she's saved herself for a long time.

My hands don't leave her hips as she unlocks her front door and leads me inside. I will admit, as much as I wanted this, I didn't think the night would end like this, I didn't think Michonne and I would get along so well. When I pulled into her driveway earlier this evening, I expected to leave within an hour with blue balls from simply looking at her. Now, shit, now I'm tasked with making her never want another man again… wait, tasked isn't the right word ─ gifted the opportunity, that's shitty too, but all I have. My brain is elsewhere.

As soon as we're inside I take charge of the situation and lead her directly to her room. We don't talk, just touch. I sit down at the edge of her bed, pulling her between my parted legs. Resting my forehead on her stomach, I run my hands from her thighs up to her hips and around to clasp my hands behind her back over her ass. After a brief moment, I start to kiss her stomach through the fabric of her dress and she threads her hands through my hair, running them through to the end and starting over again.

I slowly reach down and slip my hands under her dress, lifting her skirt as I raise my hands higher, higher up to her waist "Lift your arms, beautiful," I whisper; she complies and I stand to pull her dress all the way off. She really is a gorgeous woman, perfect curves, no bones sticking out like a lot of girls these days.

Before sitting down again I take a moment to remove my own clothes so we're left standing in front of each other in only our underwear. I stand back to appreciate her form, her perfectly round, perky breasts, and hips that beg to be caressed and kissed. Her stomach toned to perfection; Michonne is all woman – sweet, trusting, funny, and sexy as fuck.

"Rick," she says in a small voice. "I want this so bad, but I'm so nervous," she laughs a little at herself.

"Oh, Michonne, baby, you don't need to be nervous with me." What the hell, when did I get lovey and supportive? When Michonne McQueen walked into my life that's when… I don't even care. She deserves this after the shit I've put her through, fuck she deserves someone better than me. So, my job is to make sure she has an orgasm to end all orgasms before I'm inside of her. "Look at me," I whispered, cupping her face in my hands. When our eyes meet, I trace her lips with the tip of my tongue, not taking my eyes off of hers. "My God, you're so beautiful, Michonne," I say then crash my lips into hers, forcing her mouth open and slip my tongue in. It doesn't take long for us to fall into a sensual rhythm, tasting and savoring each other.

I make sure she's overwhelmed by this kiss and unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor, then I start to inch her panties down where they join her bra and soon my own underwear. I walk back to the bed, pulling her with me. When I sit down, she doesn't waste time straddling my lap, my erection pressed between us, I can feel her heat on my legs. Suddenly she stops kissing me and wraps her arms around my neck, resting her head on my shoulder.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispers into my neck then begins to place wet kisses along with my pulse, up to my jaw. Just as she reaches my lips, I remind her we don't have to. She just giggles at me, "you're crazy if you think I'm stopping now."

She starts nipping at my bottom lip and I feel her hand delicately wrap around my shaft. "Can I?" I nod and she slowly pumps me up and down, twisting a little when she reaches my head. Her thumb rubs over my tip, gathering the moisture to use as a lubricant. Goddamn, for a novice she's fucking amazing at handjobs.

"Fuck, that feels so good," I grab the hair at the base of her neck and tilt her head back and begin to lick and suck the front of her neck. "My turn," I reach down and hook my hands under her arms, she's not heavy at all and I easily toss her onto the bed ─ making her giggle when I crawl on top of her, covering her body with mine.

Her giggles die down when I look into her eyes and lick her lips, sucking her bottom lip between mine. I start to kiss down her neck to her breasts. My god, her perfect bouncy, round tits. I lick at her nipple, sucking every few licks then flicking a little, alternating between breasts. I could suck her nipples all fucking day and night.

I let my hand find its way between her thighs while I kiss her stomach, making her flinch a little when my tongue tickles her. "Spread your legs wider," I smile up at her and stroke her slit with my fingertips, "Damn, I can't wait to get inside of you."

Instead of waiting for her, I grab her inner thighs, pushing them out and up. I take a moment to stare at her soaking wet pussy; I take one long slow lick from her ass to her clit, feeling her lips spread for my tongue.

"Oh… fuck…" she growls, her hands gripping the bedspread and she starts to pant and trembles when I start sucking on her clit. I bring my fingers to her opening and gently push two fingers inside of her. Feeling how tight and wet she is, I do not know how I'm going to get inside of her without cumming the second my tip touches her. I move up her body, my fingers still pumping in and out of her, I must see her face when she cums. I kiss her mouth, then hover over her face as I watch her come undone when my thumb brushed over her clit.

"You're fucking gorgeous when you cum," I kiss her again and pull my fingers from her pussy, bringing them to her mouth where she proceeds to lick and suck on them. I need more so I lean down to kiss her; we wrap our tongues around each other, humming into each other's mouths.

"Baby, I need you to know," I growl into her neck.

"I think I'm ready," she says quietly.

I move so I'm sitting against her headboard. "Hop on," I pull her so she's straddling me. I lean down to suck on her nipples again. As my tongue plays, I reach between us and rub the head of my cock through her folds, coming to rest at her entrance. She knows that it's all her now, I let her take control and cup her breasts, brushing my thumbs over her nipples while I nip and suck on her shoulders.

Oh for the love of all that is fucking holy and good. I can feel my cock stretching her open as she slowly slides down my shaft. "Good Michonne, so fucking good… keep going...baby, give yourself to me," I whisper in her ear, my hands coming to rest on her hips.

"Rick, you're so big," she whines a little but continues to move anyway.

"I know, baby, I know," she moves up and slides down again, she rests her head on my shoulder, her breath hot on my neck.

"You feel so good, Michonne. So, tight… wet… fuck," she cuts me off with a kiss. So feverish, intense, her tongue slaughters my mouth and she started to ride me a little faster.

I moan into her mouth, she feels too good and I'm scared I'm going to fucking lose it soon. In an attempt to make it better I reach between our joined bodies and start to flick my thumb over her clit. I want her to cum so fucking bad, but I'm not naïve, I know as good of a lover as I am, she isn't likely to cum again.

She tilts her head back; her hips stop moving and her whole body goes rigid. I grip her throat, pulling her face to mine, resting my forehead against hers. "Oh! Keep fucking cumming for me, Michonne." Her silky inner walls flutter and contract around my length. "Ah, fuck!" That's all it takes for me to cum, hard and deep inside of her. Damn, I don't even care that I forgot to use a condom with her. I'm clean and I know for damn sure she is. I grab her face, crashing my lips to hers as we start to come down, breathing heavily. "You did so, so good for me, Michonne."

Michonne POV

Oh. My. God. I can't believe that just happened.

Rick was perfect, attentive, made sure I enjoyed myself and apparently enjoys to snuggle since he's completely wrapped around me, sleeping with his head on my chest and I couldn't move an inch if I wanted to.

In 9 years, 6 months 3 weeks and 5 days...Why did I choose Rick after just one date and weeks of harassment? Simple, he appreciates me and accepts me for me. When he looks at me, he doesn't see Marvin McQueen's daughter, he challenges me, and throughout everything, he's done he's remained loyal. I hear the gossip around the office and I know since the first time I kissed him he's been different. Carol also told me Rick is smitten with me even though I scoffed at the time I can see it now.

There are plenty of reasons; another reason is I knew Rick would do his best to make sure he rocked my world and I was clearly right about that.

Now I'm lying here, my whole body is vibrating, I want to sleep so bad but I can't. I could always wake him up for round two. I'm still sore though.

"Michonne," Rick groans. "Sleep," he tilts his head up and kisses me.

"I can't. I can't stop thinking and I'm not used to having someone in my bed," I tell him, stroking his hair back.

"Are you kicking me out?" he looks a little upset at the idea of having to leave.

"No!" I practically hiss. "No, it's just weird. Come here."

I tug his arm and he ascents to lay on top of me. He doesn't hesitate to kiss me as he settles between my legs. "I want you again, Michonne," he says against my lips as he rocks his hips, his cock nestled between my folds.

"I thought you were sleeping," I smile and wrap my legs around his waist.

He gives me a little thrust, rubbing his head over my clit. "I'll always be up for you."

While keeping his eyes on mine he pulls his hips back and this time when he thrusts forward, he slips inside of me making me gasp. He's huge; he's big enough to stretch me in the best way possible.

"Goddamn, Michonne…," he growls; his arms are under my pillow, holding onto the edge of the mattress and using it to pull himself up and deeper into me. "You're so…so… fucking perfect."

"Rick!" He starts to thrust a little harder, making me cry out his name. I let my feet fall to the bed and use them to help me rock my hips up, meeting him thrust for thrust. "That's my girl… give me that pussy, baby, ahh… fuck."

A few minutes later I orgasm, pulling Rick along with me. Yes, we just had sex twice without a condom, but I'm on the pill. I knew this day would come eventually and I wanted to be prepared, and I trust that Rick is clean. I trust that he wouldn't put me in that kind of danger.

"What are you doing to me?" Rick asks, stroking my hair out of my face.

"I'm not doing anything," I say innocently.

"You've whipped me," he smiles then says something that completely takes the wind out of my sails. "What would your dad think of me?"

I'm sure he sees my face fall and asks me what's wrong.

"I'd like you to leave," I say, wiggling out from under him. I knew he was too good to be true. He just waited until he got what he wanted to ask me about my dad. Most guys can't wait, they want the prize, the ultimate collector's piece and right now that's all I am to Rick. The daughter of his idol, he just got to fuck me – twice and I'm sure inside he's going bananas he's so excited.

"What?" he roars. "What are you talking about? I'm not fucking going anywhere Michonne."

"Please, Rick, just leave," when I get out of the bed, I'm too quick for him and run to the bathroom, locking myself inside.

I'm not at all surprised when he starts to pound on the door. "What the fuck, Michonne. Get out here," he yells.

"Go, Rick, I don't want to see you!"

"Not a fucking option, I said get your ass out here. Tell me what the fuck happened!"

He's just as upset as me.

This time I stay silent so does he. My brain is going a mile a minute, I feel the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child and I look toward the window, as if the street light could soothe me, and before I can stop myself, I start crying.

"Michonne, are you crying?" his voice is laced with a combo of irritation and curiosity. "What the hell did I do?"

"I'm not talking to you! Get out!" That last 'get out' doesn't go over to well and the next thing I know my bathroom door is flying open and I'm being pressed against the counter by a very naked, and extremely irate Rick.

"What the fuck happened just now, Michonne? You're going to tell me now, I'm not here to play fucking games with you. We're goddamn adults, now one of us needs to start acting like one." His voice is low; his hands are caging me in with his body pressed against mine.

"I don't want to talk about," I try again, my voice shaky and timid.

"Wrong answer, try again," he's breathing heavily through his nose, I can see the fire burning in his eyes.

"You did a good job of hiding it; most guys can't wait to start asking about my dad. That's part of the reason why I've only had one boyfriend, why I hardly ever date. Every guy I dated was in it because I'm Marvin's daughter not for me, not just because I'm me. You apparently had it in you to wait until you got what you wanted," Goddamn, he looks mad as hell, that doesn't stop me from going on. "How exciting, you get to tell people you screwed McQueen's daughter!" I finish with a sad sob.

"Are you insane, Michonne? What the hell gave you that idea?" He presses into me a little more bringing one hand up to my head, the other wraps around my back and rests on top of my ass.

Then it hits him, what he said to trigger this reaction from me.

"Michonne, my beautiful snotty girl, I would've asked you that no matter who your father was. What I meant by that comment was - what would he think of you seeing me, someone ten years older, someone that has a fucked-up reputation of being a womanizer. You know I wanted you before I knew you were Marvin McQueen's daughter." He leans down to kiss me with my face is covered in tears...and snot.

Well, now who's the dingleberry?

"I'm sorry I freaked on you," I whisper.

"Shh, come on baby. We can shower then sleep." He starts my shower; it takes a few seconds to warms. He then picks me up, depositing me in before stepping in behind me.