A/N: Hello, Dear Readers. So sorry for the wait. Picking up where we left off.
Rick's touch was light and tentative as he ran his hand down the side of Michonne's face.
"You're so beautiful," he said softly, quietly. She could not help but smile at his tender words. "I'm not just sayin' this 'cause I'm caught up in the moment. I've always thought so, even when I first saw you."
"You're not so bad yourself," she replied sincerely, causing him to chuckle.
She covered Rick's hand with her own, and then moved it from her face down to her waist. She rested her hand at his upper arm, stroking it slowly. They shifted closer together; the darkness of the small room shrouded their features from each other.
Rick stroked her back with his thumb and smiled. Both he and Michonne had long forgotten about the rainstorm that had them locked away there together. Affording them with the opportunity to relish in the presence of the other.
"So," said Michonne.
"So," Rick proffered in way of response. "This is nice."
"It is," she replied, before steeling herself for what she was about to do next.
Shifting slightly, she brought her face nearer to his, and even though it was mostly dark, she closed her eyes. Her heart began to race, despite the fact that she was quite comfortable; more comfortable than she had been in a long time. And then it happened: She kissed him.
She kissed him first.
Her lips were soft and plump. His were luscious and enticing. The gesture conjured a number of feelings in both Rick and Michonne; feelings that they never imagined they would ever enjoy again. For him, it was calming; it felt right. He liked the way her full lips felt against his. He enjoyed the feeling of her slender hand cupping his face. For her, it was soothing. She felt at ease with him. She delighted in the way his tongue gently lapped at hers, causing the kiss to deepen. When they drew apart, though the room was not lit, save for the sporadic flashing of lightning outside, they could tell the other was smiling.
"Thank you," he whispered, causing her smile to give way to a slight laugh.
"For what?" she asked, threading her fingers through his unruly curls.
"For everything," he answered, as he ran his hand up and down her back.
"Don't thank me," she murmured. "Just kiss me again."
Needing no further persuasion, Rick happily did as Michonne asked. He brought his mouth back to meet hers; a pleasured little moan escaping as they made contact. Any coyness or inhibition on his part had quickly dissipated. His hand trailed a serpentine path down to her round backside; unashamedly, he gave it a strong squeeze. She smiled against his lips; she had an inkling he had wanted to do that for some time. She had often caught him staring, and thought he might have had the urge; her suspicions were now confirmed, as he palmed her firm bottom.
He could feel her smiling; he drew away slightly, and then asked, "What was that for? That little grin?"
They remained in close proximity, as she answered, "I just can't believe this is happening."
Now it was Rick's turn to beam at Michonne, "Yeah," he said. "I know what you mean."
Missing the feeling of her mouth against his, Rick kissed Michonne once more. It was passionate yet unhurried, just like their hands were while they touched one another. They spent their time taking it slowly; talking, kissing, letting their hands roam over each other's bodies. Growing accustomed to each soft and rough area of skin; each muscle; their distinct aroma. And the small, delighted sounds that escaped them each time a new pleasure was found.
For Michonne, it was when Rick's lips found her neck. He brushed her hair away and brought his attention to the spot closest to her ear. His tongue tasted her, before he sucked gently, eliciting a glorious little moan from her. He felt a stirring in his jeans upon hearing her pleasured whimper, so he kissed her there once again; she threaded her fingers through his curls and relished in the moment.
It had been a long while since someone had placed their hands on Michonne in a way that was not threatening her; it was the same for Rick. To be held so close to another person in this manner was slightly overwhelming. She knew she wanted to be there with Rick, and she was sure, but she wanted to be certain that he was as well. Realizing this, Michonne whispered, "Rick?"
Immediately, he ceased his attentions, raised his head, and glanced at Michonne before asking, "You okay? You want me to stop?"
Michonne smiled a little at his considerate ways before answering, "No, I just wanted to ask you something."
"Right now?" asked Rick, with his head spinning and his desire ignited.
"Yes," she offered, gently stroking his arm. "I need to know if you want this; do you want this, Rick? What we're doing right now; do you want this?"
He licked his tongue over his bottom lip, and nodded his head. It was a subtle gesture, so he spoke in addition to the assenting motion.
"Yeah," said Rick softly. "I want this, and I want it with you."
He wasted no more time, and brought his mouth back to hers. She allowed a slow, albeit chaste kiss, but then pulled away a little, causing him to grow concerned a brief moment.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I just wanted you to know that I want this with you, too," said Michonne. Rick let out a little laugh, and then stroked her face.
"I thought you were gonna tell me you changed your mind," he admitted. "I got scared for a second."
"You?" she asked, grinning. "Scared? Why?"
Rick stroked the side of her face, and then brought his thumb to her plump lips where he traced over the softness of her sweet smile. The sensation his attention caused in her washed all over her body.
"I was scared you'd ask me to stop," he admitted. "And I don't think I could ever stop kissing you now that I finally have."
"Then don't," said Michonne as she caught his lips with hers in a heated, messy kiss.
Rick gripped her leg, wrapped it about his waist, and then positioned himself between her thighs; all the while their lips remained locked. The cot trembled under their weight. His hand snaked under her top, drawing it upwards, as he found her firm breast. He cupped it and caused her to moan; bucking his hips forward, Rick let out a growl. His erection, set hard in his jeans, brushed against her center. She pulsed in response, the heat and moisture pooling at the meeting of her thighs.
Rick kneeled, and proceeded to draw her top from off of her body. The cot shook once more. He rid her of the item of clothing, and then stopped. Michonne tugged at his she shirt impatiently, before asking, "What's wrong?"
"This ain't gonna work," he relayed; she brought her hand to the bulge in front of his pants and rubbed him through his jeans.
"Feels like it's working to me," she teased, running her fingers over his hardness. He chuckled at her playfulness while undoing his zipper.
"You got that right," he replied, taking her hand and slipping it into his pants. She almost gasped when her fingers came in contact with his thick, stiff penis. She gripped him and began to stroke. He drew his jeans off his hips, and then covered her body with his once more, moaning into her mouth as she pulled at his rigid length expertly. They shared another kiss before he whispered, "Shit, that feels so good."
He kissed her collarbone as she continued stroking him. He moved his mouth to her neck, before sucking her earlobe.
"I want to feel more of you," he offered huskily, as she rubbed her thumb over his tip. "I want to be inside of you. Do you want that?"
Rick's hand found its way into Michonne's jeans first, and then into her panties. He smiled when he found her arousal had coated his fingers immediately: Warm and wet.
"Hmmm," she moaned. "Yes, Rick. More than anything."
"Then this ain't gonna work," he replied, while dipping his finger in between her slick folds. "I'm gonna give it to you good…"
He slid a second finger inside; Michonne began to grind against his hand.
"And this cot's not gonna hold up…"
Her eyes rolled shut as he thumbed her clitoris.
"So we should move to the floor," he offered.
"Okay," she replied shakily. Her womanhood positively aching to be filled by Rick.
Michonne let go of his erection, and then they each began to shift. In a moment, they had the sleeping bag spread out on the floor, and we're both stepping out of their jeans. While Rick fought to get his shirt off, Michonne laid down on the pallet. Lightning struck outside, and for a moment, Rick was blessed with seeing her completely naked and waiting. He got down on his knees and then positioned himself between her legs. Leaning down, he placed gentle kisses to her abdomen, before slowly shifting southward, down below her navel, to where her arousal and musky scent made him feel intoxicated, as well as causing his virile sex to quiver.
Rick ran his hands up and down her firm, strong legs, before kissing the inside of her thighs. Shifting backwards, he finally brought his mouth to her sex. He used his tongue to lick the length of her slit until he came to her throbbing little bud; eagerly, he began to suck. Another bolt of lightning lit up the sky with a thunderous crack as a different type of electricity coursed through Michonne's body.
The rain persisted outside; an even pattering on the tin roof. The couple inside oblivious to the gushing torrents that had formed on the ground. They did not think about the strong winds, blowing wildly against the tall trees. They were completely captivated with one another as Michonne was brought to her climax by Rick's deft lips and tongue.
Not giving her a moment to catch her breath after her orgasm, he lay on top of her once more. After sharing another kiss, Rick massaged the dripping crown of his manhood over her glistening folds before inching it just inside of her.
"You still want this?" he asked, with his mouth close to hers. She could smell her own scent on his breath; taste her juices on his lips.
"Yes," Michonne replied, as she reached down between their heated bodies, and guided his hardness into her sopping wet sex. "Yes."
