Baker's Dozen Story #8

Control (Smut Fic - WARNING: edges into possible rated M territory)

Sitting amongst their nest of blankets, Rick pulled his deliciously naked warrior queen into his lap. He positioned her legs around him and brusquely pulled her against his firm body with a deep moan. A sigh of pleasure escaped Michonne's parted lips, his eager arousal provoking a desperate arch of her back and roll of her hips.

He laid gentle kisses against her chest and neck. Her legs trembled around him, her heat nearly scorching him. She tilted her head back and writhed against him, clutching at his soft, damp curls.

His dark eyes glimmered with hunger as he held her steady. An impatient whimper escaped her throat.

"'Chonne," he gruffly whispered beneath her, his mussed curls sticking to his sweaty skin. He needed to feel her lips.

As if in a trance, she slowly looked down upon him, her lids heavy with desire.

He could no longer hold back. He thrust inside her. Her eyes mindlessly rolled back as her pelvis heaved forward with a gasp but his firm grasp prevented her from finding the friction she needed. She whined impatiently.

"'Chonne," he repeated, his voice hoarse with desire. He mindlessly craved her kiss yet he couldn't form his plea.

Her eyes fluttered open. She lustily gazed into his penetrating eyes. Seeing the love, the passion, the trust, and the yearning in his eyes, she slid her hands down his jaw, tilting his lips toward hers. She knew what he wanted. Gripping his beard, she kissed him.

Finally achieving what he desired, his hands released her and slid up her toned back, allowing her to finally find the rhythm she needed.