His hand brushed against her calf as he kissed her ankle softly.
Michonne smiled and pushed her body deeper into the mattress. She watched her husband place another kiss on the top of her foot before slipping her baby toe into his mouth. She giggled and grabbed a handful of his hair.
"Riiiiick. I'm ticklish down there."
He looked up at her with a grin. "Sorry. Your feet are beautiful. I couldn't help myself. I've never seen anyone have as pretty feet as yours."
"Never took you as a feet man."
He kissed her other foot. "I'm an everything man when it comes to you. You're just impossibly beautiful and sexy."
"I still don't know how I found the most romantic man in the world during an apocalypse."
"I guess we're both just lucky."
She smiled, content, as her eyes never left his. "No two people deserve luck more."
He parted her legs with her hand and kissed up her calf. He lingered at her knee, placing three quick kisses there. Michonne's breath hitched as he pushed open her legs, even more, to position himself for better access to her inner thighs.
"The sexiest legs I ever seen in my life," he mumbled as he kissed higher and higher up one leg while caressing the other with his hand.
Michonne still had a handful of his curls and pulled harder, knowing it always made him completely ravenous.
He pulled her legs further apart as she hiked one around his waist.
"Track," she said as her voice hitched.
He raised his head, eyes full of lust, eyebrows stitched together in temporary confusion.
"Track?" He asked.
"I ran track in high school and a bit in college. That gave my legs the shapeliness you're so obsessed with."
"Thank God for track, then."
He licked the crease where the inner thighs met the sweet spot he was after.
Michone muffled a moan. She hoped everyone else in the house was sound asleep because she didn't know how much longer she could keep the sounds of her pleasure at bay.
"Walking from Georgia to Virginia probably kept my legs looking good, too."
Rick shook his head before teasingly brushing his lips against her wetness. She could feel his voice vibrate through her as he talked.
"Nah. I made the same walk, and my legs don't look nearly as good."
"You have other assets that make up for it." She pulled on his hair to raise his head so he could see her pointedly looking down at his obvious arousal.
"Fortunately, whether I work out or not, that stays the same." He winked at her.
Michonne intended to chuckle, but it came out as a half moan, half scream as his tongue found its way into her folds.
"Baby," she breathed out.
"You always taste as good as you look."
"You work your tongue as good as you - "
All thoughts left her mind as Rick's mouth fully descended on her wetness.