The Truth About Nightmares Part IV

Rick moves closer wanting, needing to taste more of her. The lips he had been dreaming about, fantasizing about were softer than he ever imagined they'd be. He wants to devour her but knows he can't move too fast and risk ruining anything. He pulls back slightly, looking deeply into her eyes, questioning her without saying a word.

Michonne returns his gaze and answers the best way she knows how. She laces her fingers through his hair, palming the back of his head as she pulls him to her and connects their lips once again. Her moan fills the air as she opens her mouth against his and darts her tongue inside.

He latches on before answering her caress with one of his own, his breathing growing labored as his excitement intensifies. He tilts his head to one side to deepen the kiss, one arm still around her shoulders while he lifts a hand to cup her face.

She continues to cradle his head as she turns her body fully towards his. She's not even aware of how she got there, but she realizes she is on her back and he is resting between her thighs. She gasps and breaks their kiss when she feels him long and hard and thick against her. Her hands connect as she locks them around his neck, pulling him to her as her hips lift instinctively to meet his.

Her movements draw an audible moan from him as the only barriers between them are his thin cotton boxers and her silky panties. He remains immobile, afraid he might explode right then and there. He can feel her warm breath by his ear as she whispers, "I don't want this to be a dream."

He lifts his head to look at her, giving her a reassuring smile before lifting himself from the couch to stand. He drops his gaze to ensure he's not poking through the slit in his boxers then offers her his hand.

She is a vision in the dim light, her nightshirt rolled up past her stomach, revealing her light colored undies, the triangle at the apex of her thighs beckoning him, the smooth skin of her legs making his fingers ache to touch her. She sits up slowly and takes his hand, allowing him to pull her to a stand in front of him before they turn and walk toward the stairs.

He closes her bedroom door and locks it while she waits for him by the foot of her bed. He turns toward her, pulling his shirt over his head as he moves within an inch of her, deliberately invading her personal space. He watches as her hands grasp the tail of her nightshirt and she removes it to reveal her perfectly sculpted physique. They stand before each other bare chested in their undies for only a moment before he ensnares her waist with an arm and pulls her flush against his body.

Their lips come together once again, hungrily, both depraved of fulfillment for far too long. She shudders as a hand finds one of her breasts and he cups her softly, gently before closing his hand over her and caressing her in a circular motion. He lifts his head, pulling on her bottom lip before moving to her cheek where he plants kisses along her jaw before moving down to her neck where he draws the skin into his mouth and suckles softly.

He turns her toward the bed and lowers her gently before rising to his full height to look down on her. She groans as her dream comes to life right before her eyes. She places her hands flat against the bed as she lifts a knee and pushes herself toward the headboard. Her eyes pop as he slowly pushes his boxers down and removes them.

His gaze is steady as he continues to stand there. It's almost as if he wants her to take him all in visually, so she does. Her perusal is intense as she breaks their stare, lowering her eyes to his muscular chest, taut stomach and finally landing on his impressive manhood, jutting out from his body with a slight jerk here and there.

Her lips tremble in anticipation as his hands come down on the bed and he lifts one knee and then the other as he crawls toward her. She has an overwhelming urge to close her eyes but finds that she can't as she doesn't want to miss one second of this real life dream unfolding before her. She gasps as he places his hands at her hips and drags her panties down, tossing them aside before bringing his eyes back to her, studying her body at his leisure.

She lifts her arms toward him and sighs in contentment as he places his body atop hers and they embrace each other warmly. They kiss languidly as their hands roam and wander, touching, squeezing, caressing.

He wants to taste more of her, so he works his way down her body, exploring with his tongue, his lips, his hands. He aligns his mouth with her core, spreading her with his fingers before delving in with a soft, cautionary stroke with the tip of his tongue.

She covers her face with both hands, stifling a groan as this is beyond anything that happened in her dreams. She arches up slightly off the bed as he deepens his caress, his hands moving to her hips to hold her in place.

He takes his time, relishing in the taste of her, the scent that is all hers, waiting for her total surrender which doesn't take long. His heart swells as she drops her hands to her sides, whispers his name and lifts her hips to meet his tongue, opening her legs even wider. He dives in deeper, circling her, suckling her, licking her until he feels her body start to quiver.

"Oh…oh…" she gasps as her center seems to practically burst, pulsating and vibrating as tremors spread from her head to her toes. She jerks as he gives her one last long stroke with his tongue and moves up to hover over her, smiling widely.

"I want you," he tells her breathlessly.

"I want you, too," she returns, the tremors still evident as her voice shakes a bit.

He drops down and takes a nipple in his mouth, swirling it with his tongue before sucking with purpose. He moves over to her other breast, sliding his hand down to one of her thighs, lifting her leg as he rests his body against hers.

She automatically lifts her other thigh, cradling him gently. She is curious as he grasps himself and slowly guides his member to her entrance, pushing in slowly. Her heart feels as if it wants to leap from her chest as she wraps her arms around his waist and holds on tightly.

He takes his time entering her, inch by inch, until he is fully encased in her warmth. He drops his forehead to her shoulder and pauses for just a moment, enjoying the feel of being deep inside her…finally.

She welcomes the connection, loving how he fills her, loving the weight of his body on hers, loving how he is taking his time with her, showing her how much he truly cares. Her heart blooms with such happiness and she knows there isn't anything she wouldn't do for him. She moves her hands from his waist, bringing them to his face as she lifts his head, wanting to gaze into his eyes. She gasps when she sees the glistening of tears, her own eyes filling up immediately as she smiles at him and slams her mouth against his.

He returns her kiss with passion, his body moving in, then out trying to find the right rhythm. He feels her lifting to meet him and thinks to himself…..there it is…..that feeling of nirvana, that feeling of so long ago he wondered if he would ever experience it again. Only this time, it is completely sublime and he knows it's all because of the woman under him. She captured his heart without even trying.

They move together in moan inducing unison, cultivating a perfect motion as they rock their way to an earth shattering release. The drain on their senses, on their bodies is so profound that all they can do is hold each other as their breathing flows into normalcy, normalcy flows into relaxation, and relaxation flows into a deep, peaceful slumber.

A/N: Well gosh! Looks like this deserves a Part V. Agreed?