Hot Summer Night - Richonne
Of course. Of course they didn't bring their umbrellas, now this "light rain" was turning into a monsoon. Heavy summer night rain. They sat, dry for now, inside of Rick's Ram 1500 looking towards their home thinking the same thing, 'Should we wait it out, or make a run for it?'. For whatever reason, their street was more packed with cars than usual, and they had to park further away tonight. Just far enough away for them to be soaked by the time they reached their front door. Everything was working against them at the moment. Michonne could feel her husband's eyes on her, already knowing what he was thinking. She knew this man better than he knew himself. She fought back a smile as she dared not make eye contact with him but chose to watch the rain instead. Rick took this time to appreciate his wife's hot weather outfit choice from where he sat. Today, Michonne was wearing a white tank top that looked magnificent against her dark skin, peeks for her purple bra showing, dark blue, very short cut off jean shorts. Her perfect balance of silky yet muscular legs on display. His second favorite body part of his Michonne. The help from her wedges that she insisted on buying, which Rick was now grateful for, were highlighting her calves perfectly. He hoped she wanted to make a run for it so he could see her wet from the rain. All day Rick had to battle his internal struggle to not touch her inappropriately while out in public. They had a full day of activates planned: park, pottery class, museum and finally dinner at their favorite restaurant. Long day of appreciating her walk, the sway of those alluring hips, and toggling between pride and anger from watching other men eye his wife. "Wanna make run for it?" Rick asked Michonne a playful tone in his voice. Men. They didn't care if they got caught in the rain. No makeup to worry about or hair to restore afterwards. Michonne rolled her eyes not really in the mood to be drenched, but also not wanting to wait it out. She wanted to be inside her home, cooling off from the humid day. Finally catch up on her Netflix show, Dead to Me, that she'd been missing because she wasn't allowed to watch without her Mr. Grimes who had been putting in long hours at work as of late. Another eye roll, "Ughhh... Let's just go." Michonne blurted out before she changed her mind. Rick made sure he had everything: his wallet, phone, leftovers from their dinner, an extra dessert to tame the beast that was Michonne's sweet tooth. He was more than ready to be inside their home as well. They both opened their respective doors but Rick turned back toward Michonne before they jumped out, "Wait there, let me come 'round for you." Rick Grimes, her perfect Rick Grimes. Ever the gentleman even in the pouring rain. Michonne pulled her already rain speckled leg back into the truck and gave Rick a sweet smile, "Okay" she said nodding her head a little. "Here we go" Rick said. He took a deep breath and jumped out of his truck. Michonne watched him slam his door and jog around the front of the truck to her side. Rick opened her door and offered his hand to help her hop out. Michonne happily took the kiss Rick gave her as soon as her feet hit the ground. Then another, then another. As he was going in for a fourth kiss, Michonne laughed stopping him by the jaw with her hand, "Okay, okay! Let's go!" she yelled over the rain. Rick laughed as well then grabbing hold of his wife's hand they made a run for home. Michonne as best as best she could in her wedges.
Once inside and completely soaked, Rick took his shoes and socks off at the door and walked through their living room to the kitchen, turning on lights along the way, to unload the bags they had collected throughout their day. Rick, from his vantage point, watched Michonne perform his favorite magic trick: taking her bra off without removing her top first. Next, she bent over to remove her wedges. Rick chuckled as his wife dropped in height without the help of those shoes that were driving him crazy. Michonne, catching Rick staring, slowly walked to the kitchen to join him adding more sway to her hips for his eyes only. He was giving her that look. A look she knew too, too well. Rick was mesmerized by his now braless wife walking towards him. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her tantalizing nipples fighting through the fabric of her wet tank top, while simultaneously Michonne became thankful to the rain for making Rick's t-shirt stick to her husband's solid chest. Michonne watched Rick watch her and she felt her body begin to ignite just under her skin, suddenly becoming shy from his sharp, devoted stare. To be loved and desired so deeply by this man that fate had brought her way, coincidentally on another rainy night eight years ago, Michonne wished that feeling on everyone.
"Want anything to drink?" Michonne asked walking closely past Rick to the cupboard, teasing him, not really waiting for his answer. Since Michonne was shorter without her new favorite, hopefully not ruined shoes, she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the cups they didn't really need. Rick watched as his wife she moved from foot to foot trying to reach the cups she was pretending they absolutely needed right at this moment finding it harder to breathe. His eyes worked their way up from her slender feet, delicate ankles, still damp legs, perfect round ass covered in shorts that were going to be a bitch to peel off, but so worth it to get to what was underneath. Rick thought about how he couldn't wait to have two handfuls of her supple butt, to bite his most favorite part of her gorgeous body. Give a slow lick across- "Rick?! Did you hear me?" Michonne asked breaking his daydream. "Wha-what?" Rick asked. Michonne was biting her lip, peeking over her shoulder at him "I can't reach the cups, can you help?" she said in a low mesmerizing tone. Rick, finally able to freely touch his wife now that they were back home, moved to stand behind right Michonne. He firmly grabbed her hip and pressed his front into her back making sure to rest his now hardening dick on her plump behind. "Let me help you." Rick said in a deep, seductive timber as he easily reached up to grab one cup, then another. Michonne held in a gasp at feeling how ready her husband was for her. Despite the long day and rain, she could still smell the lingering scent of his cologne that made her delirious. She was surrounded by him. She loved it. "Thank you." Michonne said once both cups were placed in front of her. Rick moved her braids over to her left shoulder so he could kiss the side of her neck at the ticklish spot just below her ear. He took his time leaving sweet short kisses there, then a big inhale to intoxicate himself with her perfume. "Mmmm, you're welcome." he whispered into her skin. Rick walked backwards with a smirk until he reached the kitchen island resting his hands behind him on it, knowing he was going to win this teasing battle she had started. Mrs. Grimes was going to regret this.
With her back still facing Rick, Michonne steadied herself before reaching for a bottle of red wine to pour for them. "This one okay for you?" she asked holding up a bottle of Tokara without turning around. She couldn't look Rick in the eye just yet or she'd break. "Fine with me." Rick said too calmy. The confidence in his voice was pissing her off. One of these times she as going to win this game and successfully have him flustered instead of the other way around. She poured their wine into the cups and moved to stand next to Rick at the island. "To a perfect day together despite the downpour" Michonne said raising her cup. "And to a perfect night ahead" Rick responded gazing down at her. They clinked their cups and took a synchronized gulp. "How about some music?" Rick suggested. He gave Michonne's lower back a quick rub before putting his drink down and walked to the living room to turn on jazz music that played throughout the home from their sound system. "Mmm, good choice." Michonne said to herself closing her eyes once she heard the music. Rick walked back into the kitchen in time to catch Michonne gathering her braids up into a high ponytail holding them with one hand "Damn, I'm still so hot" Michonne said fanning herself "The air is on, right?". Rick's mouth watered looking at his lady; neck exposed, and although her top was drying her nipples were still visible through her tank. At this point he didn't give a shit who lost their game, he just wanted to taste his wife's salty skin, he cleared his throat "Yeah-yeah, it's on." he confirmed. "We should probably get out of these wet clothes then, huh? To help cool off, ya know?" Rick said pushing off of the island. Michonne gulped the last bit of the wine in her cup before laughing at him for his indiscreet way of trying to get into her pants. "Uh huh, we should..." she peeked up at him through her lashes. Rick took the last swig of his own wine and went to stand behind Michonne.
Rick peeled off his damp shirt off and dropped it into a heap onto the floor. With her back to him again, Michonne was dizzy with anticipation of where Rick would touch her first. Rick rested his chin on one of Michonne's strong shoulders, his third favorite part of her, to peer down her front. He slowly moved his hands from her waist to the front of her shorts to unbutton them and pull the zipper down. Rick untucked her tank top from her shorts, "Can I take this off?" he asked. "Yes, baby. Take it off." Michonne whispered. Rick gathered the tank into his fists and pull it up over her head and arms only to throw it on top of his already forgotten shirt. Once she was topless Rick let his chin rest on her shoulder again and wrapped his arms around her mid-section to give her a tight hug from behind. "I love you." Rick said quietly. "I love you too" Michonne declared back. Rick stood up to his full height again moving his hands up her torso to cup her breasts to feel the softness and weight of them in his hands. Rick rubbed his thumbs over her nipples to get them at full attention again. Michonne moaned in pleasure closing her eyes to focus her full attention on this wonderful feeling. Rick turned Michonne around by her waist so that they were facing each other. With matching level of nakedness, Mr. and Mrs. Grimes simply looked at one another. Checking each other out. Somehow growing even more aroused than they already were. Rick reached for Michonne's hands and placed them behind his neck. They moved closer to hug both releasing a gasp at the skin-to-skin contact. They stayed like that for a moment until Michonne started to softly kiss the spot where Rick's neck met his shoulder, then began to pepper more kisses across his chest just under his collar bones, moving up the other side of his neck. Rick let out a sigh he felt like he'd been holding in all day as he reveled in the enjoyment of his wife's lips on his bare skin. Michonne cupped Rick's sculpted jaw and turned his head to the side so she could have free range of his neck. Rick concentrated on a spot on the ceiling while Michonne's teeth grazed his pulse point, and her erect nipples lightly tickled his skin, so he didn't cum much earlier than he intended to. Trying to breathe through his nose while enjoying his wife's mouth spoiling him was always a battle. Every time they made love if he allowed, his body would betray him in five minutes. Rick stopped Michonne's quest to grab her face with both hands and kissed her deeply. This was one of those kisses Michonne felt in her marrow. Lustful, slow and seductive. She felt as if she were melting into the floor while synchronously floating outside of her body. Michonne allowed her husband's tongue to take control. She couldn't resist anymore. She'd let him win, again. Rick pulled back and let his hooded gaze sweep over her naked top half. It was Rick's turn to give Michonne's chest attention. Tilting her head back Rick kissed the tender underside of her chin, down her exquisite neck, to her collar bones, and finally those nipples he couldn't stop thinking about. Rick took one breast into his mouth running his tongue over the hardening bud while his fingers rubbed and played with the other one. With a moan, and her lower half tightening, Michonne played with the curls at the nape of Rick's neck pushing his head closer while arching her back thrusting her breasts higher. His hot mouth volleyed between each nipple hungrily making her wetter and wetter. He moved to give Michonne's other breast some love and rolled the pert peak between his teeth, then proceeded to flick it back and forth with his tongue. He kissed both nipples once he was satisfied with his work. Michonne loved everything Rick did to her body, he knew every secret to make her shatter within minutes. Rick was an expert with his mouth on her and she could cum just from nipple play alone.
Rick took a moment to look deep into the doe eyes of his lady. He was under her siren spell. She could lure him into the ocean, and he'd happily never be seen or heard from again. Michonne broke eye contact to turn around and bend over the island, her back exposed to the cooling air. Rick knew that meant it was time to battle his biggest adversary of the night, wet denim. He couldn't stop himself from leaving open mouthed kisses down her spine. Rick gathered Michonne's shorts and tiny panties attempting to remove them in one go. Careful to not hurt his wife, he yanked at her clothing a couple of times. The longer it took to remove her shorts, the more their giggles turned into full blown laughter. The struggle was real even with Michonne's help. Finally getting over the biggest obstacle, her perfect ass that he couldn't get enough of the maddening article of clothing slid easily down her legs. Rick crouched down to help Michonne step out of the soon to be defeated obstruction. He kissed the backs of her legs moving up to her apex to bury his regal nose in her pussy filling his mind and lungs with her scent. Michonne let out a low moan at the sensation. Rick tapped Michonne's calf to signal her to open her legs wider so he could have his dessert. He took a long slow, experimental lick of her slit from end-to-end relishing in her unique flavor. A second slow lick with a flattening tongue Rick was awarded another low moan. Torturing, measured, deliberate licks to coax open his prize. "Baby..." Michonne said reaching back to grab at his hair, Rick gave a loud moaned himself in response to his wife. He used his fingers to open Mrs. Grimes up for himself and took a moment to take in the sight before him. His wife's beautiful rich chocolate ass and dripping pussy in his face. An image only he was allowed to see. A display he loved almost as much as watching himself disappear inside of her when he was taking her from the behind. Rick prided himself in how much of a mess he could make his wife, and by how attracted to him she was. The feeling was more than mutual. Rick ran his tongue back and forth over Michonne's pearl that had fully made its presence known. "Fuck... yes, yes..." Michonne sighed. She could hear Rick groaning into her cunt sucking at her sensitive bundle, his hands holding her ass cheeks open to give himself even more room to feast. Rick chose to keep his tongue stationary and let Michonne find her groove on his face. "Oh my god, baby... that feels so good" Michonne wailed. Rick buried his face deeper into Michonne if that was at all possible to help her reach her peak. His pleasured moans just as loud as her's. With another firm series of sucking movements, Michonne was bucking wildly against her husband, a scream leaving her throat as her eyes clamped shut and heat exploded from her center. Rick could feel his wife's liquid dripping down his chin and neck. He moved his head to catch every stream of her sliding down her thighs not wanting to waste any bit of this heavenly nectar. Michonne was left shaking, gripping onto the island for dear life trying to catch her breath. Rick's mouth never left her as she came down from her high. When Rick was pleased with his work, he kissed one of Michonne's ass cheeks, then bit the other one. Michonne jumped and sucked in a breath at the pleasured pain, but it did nothing to deter her desire that continued to build. Standing on weak legs Michonne managed to turn around and face her Rick Grimes. He looked appetizing. Curls a mess from her hand clutching them, his nose and beard wet. Her eyes raked down her his lean chest and tight abs. Down to the open zipper of his jeans, dark hair peeking out at her, evidence of his excitement bulging. Michonne grabbed the back of Rick's neck and forcibly pulled their faces together in a frenzied wild kiss. She could taste her herself mixed with the wine that still on his tongue making her even more dizzy.
Rick reluctantly halted their kissing and bent down to pick Michonne up throwing her over his shoulder. Michonne slapped his ass, and immediately felt a spank in return as they went up the stairs "Ah! Rick!" she said trying to admonish him through her laughter. "Behave." Rick ordered gruffly. When Rick reached their bedroom, he tossed his wife onto the bed so he could remove his jeans. She leaned back on her elbows to watch her man. Looking back up after steeping out of his own wet clothing, he was struck with how gorgeous Michonne was. Her braids covering half her face only added to her allure and beauty. He'd hit the fucking jackpot with Michonne. She was stunning and it was hard not to stare. He didn't know what he did in this life, or past, to call this goddess "wife" but he would spend the rest of his days proving he was worthy of her love. Rick stalked towards his prey once he was fully naked, making Michonne grow nervous for what was coming next. He laid on his side next to her using one of his legs to pin down one of hers so she couldn't run away. Her still throbbing pussy was beyond soaked when Rick moved his hand down to cup it lovingly. "Is she okay?" he asked watching her eyes flutter close. "ShesokayImokay." Michonne rushed out in one breath. Rick took the invite to start rubbing her swollen clit with his middle and ring fingers in tight circles. "Oh god Rick, yessss." Michonne exhaled. He slid his fingers inside of Michonne's tight canal. Keeping his palm pressed against her bundle, he started pumping his fingers in and out of Michonne's pussy. Hitting her g-spot and clit at the same time was her favorite thing Rick did with her body, and soon they gained a rhythm between his hand and her hips. Working in tandem to get Michonne off for a second time. Rick kissed her neck softly while still working his hand on her clit. "Yes, yes Rick. Right there, baby. Right fucking there. Don't stop." They could hear the squelching sounds of Michonne's cunt talking back to Rick's hand as her climax built more briskly than she anticipated. "Yes, ma'am." Rick responded doing as he was told. She gripped Rick's wrist to keep his hand where she needed it continuing to swirl her hips, as she could feel the knot getting tighter and her eyes rolling back, "Fuuuuck Rick, oh my god...uhhnnn. Yes, yes, yes". Michonne came harder than she did in the kitchen. Rick's hand was trapped between her legs which was fine with him and his head buried in her neck as she grabbed his head to her. She needed an anchor to hold onto or she'd float away. Michonne's body released Rick as she finally came down and he immediately put his fingers in his mouth to get have another taste of his wife.
Rolling on top of Michonne, Rick loved the feeling of fitting perfectly between her legs. He kissed the hollow of her throat and moved to give her slick chest tender kisses. Michonne had her fingers in his curls, her favorite place to rest them, as he kissed down her body. Hazy off of the smell of his lover, Rick was eager to get back to the task at hand. He grabbed Michonne's legs and bent them back towards her, "Hold these" he told Michonne. Rick used his hands to open Michonne's portal even more so and dove into heaven on earth tongue first. He slipped his tongue into Michonne's hole gathering as much aromatic wetness as possible bringing it up to her clit. Once there he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked. Hard. The goddess above him whimpered a pathetic sound that she was too blissed out to be embarrassed by. The noises being made by the guy below Michonne matched her in tempo, she always appreciated that Rick was not one of those men afraid to verbally express the pleasure his was giving or receiving in bed. "God, Rick. Shit!" Michonne yelled. She looked down to see nothing but those focused blue eyes staring back at her. The consuming eye contact made her even wetter and by the way Rick's eyes fluttered closed he felt it too. Goosebumps started to cover her arms and legs as the tension inside her grew. Michonne let go of her legs to grip the bedsheets instead. "Ah, ahhh, fuuuuck baby don't stop, please. Please." She begged. Rick inserted two fingers inside of Michonne and made a come-hither motion to hit her spot over and over, she could feel the buildup about to spill. Michonne could not stop writhing and Rick holding her hips in place was in vain although his mouth followed her not letting up. "Rick... your mouth. Oh my god! I'm gonna cum again!" with a few more expert licks Michonne came much harder this time digging into Rick's scalp with a deliciously painful tug, her mouth open in a silent scream. Rick could feel his fingers being squeezed by his lady as she came. Feeling her fluids rush out onto his arm and bedsheets. White lights went off behind her tightly shut eyes. Her body was once again convulsing. She thought for sure her vision would be gone at the very least she wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.
Somehow Michonne had squirmed her way up toward their headboard, "Get back here" Rick commanded in his sexy, gravely bedroom voice with a knowing smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes. Before Michonne could reorient herself after the intensity of her release, Rick grabbed each of her ankles with his strong hands and yanked her back down to him at the foot of the bed. Michonne let out a loud squeal followed by uncontrollable giggles at the unexpected gesture. "I'm not finished with you yet." Without warning or softness Rick flipped her over and tapped her leg again to assume the position. Michonne bent over arching her back, face in the messy wet sheets waiting for Mr. Grimes to do his worse. Rick ran his fingers through his curls to get them off his sweaty forehead looking down at his wife's pretty ass up in the air. Rick leaned over his Michonne to check in, "You okay?" he asked in her ear. "Rick… you're trying to kill me." Michonne huffed out. "Well, you tried to kill me today. Looking the way you do in those shorts. I couldn't wait to get them off of you and touch what's underneath." Rick emphasized his words by gripping a handful of her ass and shaking it. Michonne let out a tired laugh, "Oh, is that right? Maybe you should punish me then for teasing you so badly." She spoke. Michonne could hear the darkness in his voice, "I plan to." Rick said kissing her should and the back of her neck. He slid two fingers inside Michonne then palmed his dick to lube himself with her. Rick then rubbed the head of his dick up and down Michonne's dripping slit, teasing her. He pushed himself inside of her and slowly back out, then did the same move again. "Rick... Please. Don't tease me." Michonne pleaded. Rick entered Michonne with purpose as she let out primal, guttural noise. She was filled to the brim with Rick's cock hitting all the right places. Once Rick had his grove Michonne was being propelled forward with every slam from her husband. His fingers digging into her hips trying to keep her in place. Rick was losing himself in how tight Michonne was hugging him. She always felt amazing, always so hospitable on the inside for him. He gave her ass a good smack and knew his turn was coming because he could not look away from her ass bouncing against his thighs, this was his favorite position as he got to stare at this sublime derriere that he was blessed to see in all his glory whenever he wanted. 'Thank you, god', Rick thought to himself. The sounds of skin hitting skin and their moans mixed with the jazz music still playing was almost orchestral. Rick kneaded the thick flesh of his Mrs. Grimes, spreading her cheeks to marvel at her glistening folds sucking him back into heaven every time he pulled back out. "Fuck Rick, harder. Harder!" Michonne hoped he understood as she instructed him while biting down on the blanket in her mouth. Leaning forward Rick put his hand on her back pressing her further into the mattress and bringing back the arch she had lost from losing focus on the world around her. He put one foot on the end of their bed for leverage to get impossibly deeper. Michonne could swear she felt him in her throat from this angle. "Ah ah ah! Riiiick" Michonne drooled onto the blanket, her hands grabbing at anything within reach. She couldn't stay quiet, he felt too good inside of her. "You gonna squirt for me again, beautiful?" Rick asked his voice dark with edge; he felt her canal pulse at the question. "Yes, baby. I'm gonna squirt for you. Yes, yes, yes." Michonne said in tune with each thrust from behind. She grinded herself on the head of Rick's dick to hit her bundle of nerves perfectly as Rick reached around her front to rub her clit until they both felt it. Rick pulled out a little to allow Michonne to squirt onto the sheets below them. "Good girl." Rick whispered as he kissed her shaking back. Michonne's head was spinning, she swallowed thickly trying to find words of approval to give her husband, but she couldn't tell her left from her right at the moment. Michonne hears Rick's breathing getting louder and more labored as he started to allow himself to reach his own release knowing that Michonne was more than satisfied. "I'm close, Michonne. I'm close. Fuck" he whispered. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you" Michonne said encouraging him. A few more thrusts and Rick came with a shout, emptying himself inside of her. His whole body clenches, muscles contracting, as his movements become uncoordinated and slow. Mr. and Mrs. Grimes were breathless as they slump over coming down from their tryst, exhausted. Rick rolls onto his back so as not to crush his wife throwing his arm over his eyes. Michonne was too weak to move from her stomach, they stayed like that for a few minutes. "I don't think I can get up." Michonne laughs her face buried into her pillow facing away from Rick. A low chuckle rumbled in Rick's chest, "Is that your way of saying you're not going to go get the towels or water?" he teased her. "Well since you offered" Michonne quipped back. It took all of Rick's strength to move his body. With a groan and wobbly legs Rick made his way into their bathroom coming back with towels, a wet washcloth and a cup of water. He lovingly cleaned Michonne's bottom half off with the damp rag and slipped a towel under her, so she didn't have to sleep in wetness. He crouched down on Michonne's side of the bed, "Can you drink this for me?" Rick asked softly rousing Michonne from the sleep that was about to take her for the night. She opened one eye to look at her husband. Rick smirked, "I know, I know. You gotta drink some water though. For me." Rick said trying to use his best puppy dog eyes. Michonne lifted her body just enough to gulp down her water so she could close her eye again. Rick laughed and kissed her head, her shoulder, the small of her back before he went into the hallway to get another blanket for them to use for the night. After covering Michonne, he headed back to their ensuite to clean himself off. "I love you." Rick heard Michonne quietly profess. "I love you too." he said matching her octave. "I'm buying you those shorts in every color" he only half joked. They shared a soft laugh in the darkness of their bedroom. Rick kissed Michonne's back one last time before letting sleep take him over.