"Andddd there. That oughta do it."

"The porch. I would have never thought to put it there.", Michonne joked sarcastically.

"Whaaat? I put it in a really good spot. This way it'll get plenty of morning sun, but not too much in the evening. Just what it needs."

Michonne laughed. "Well, thank you. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime."

Michonne placed her hand on his firm shoulder, slowly lowering her hand until she reached his. She opened her front door, guiding Rick inside of her small wooden home and straight to her bedroom.

"Do you have a lighter?"

Rick dug into his pocket pulling out an antique-looking metal lighter. He was not a smoker, but his father had taught him to always carry certain items on him and a lighter was always at the top of the list. He reached for the barely visible candle on her nightstand and lit it. She took it back from him and carefully placed it down before grabbing another and another after that. The room wasn't fully lit but they were now able to see each other better and the room smelled fantastic. Michonne watched Rick light them, just barely patient as she waited for him to finish. After what felt like forever, he placed his lighter next to her nightstand on the bed now using his free hand to softly grab her face. Her skin was so soft and smooth, he could not help but caress it with his thumb. He leaned in placing the most gentle of kisses on her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer and inviting him to deepen the kiss which he happily obliged. Rick grew cold as goosebumps riddled his body and his erection grew. He knew he should he nervous that Michonne was about to be the only other person he slept with or maybe even a little apprehensive that he was about to have sex with a woman he met not even twenty four hours ago, but instead he was neither. He couldn't care less about how unlike him that was. Rick had never felt more right about anything in his entire life.

As their moist tongues waltzed together, Michonne's knees began to buckle and her clit started to throb harder than it ever had before. She was so wet, she knew it had to have soaked through her pants. A moan escaped her breath, with one from Rick following immediately after. He removed his hands from her face, using them to squeeze her supple breasts. He loved her boobies from the moment he saw them. Their natural perkiness, the way they bounced when she moved. The more he felt them, the stronger the urge to suck on them became. Before he even realized it, he had Michonne on the bed and her shirt on the floor. She unhooked her bra, Rick quickly snatching it from her and discarding it on the floor.

Michonne grabbed his head using both of her hands and put his mouth where she wanted it to go. Her fingers slipped into his curls, her grip on them tightening as enjoyed her nipples. Of the two men she had been with before, neither of them seemed to know how to take care of her breasts. Rick, however, was tending to them with the upmost skill and care. He was slurping on them like a stranded man in the desert inhaling his last drop of water. Michonne's recurring moans encouraged Rick to keep going, much like a crowd of people cheering on the first place runner of a marathon. She could feel her orgasm inching closer as her legs shook uncontrollably. Her breaths rapidly increased as she came to a abrupt finish. Out of all the climaxes in her life, Michonne had never felt one like this. She had never experienced one as consuming as that before, and it truly felt like heaven. "Fuck.", she whispered.

"You okay?", Rick raised his head up to look into her eyes.

Her eyes were glazed over as she tried to move her head to face him. "I'm fine." She was never letting this man go. He took of his shirt before politely yanking off her pants. He scooted to the end of the bed, putting her legs on his shoulders and planting sensual kisses everywhere leading down to her vagina. The bed sheet was soaked thanks to Michonne and Rick's face was going to be the next contestant. He dove right in, immediately finding her clit and giving it all the attention it needed. She wrapped her thick thighs around his head as if to lock him in. She left one hand in his hair and the other grasping her bed sheet. Normally Michonne's perfectionist nature would cause her to worry about the undid sheet, but all she could think about was the immense pleasure she was feeling in this moment. Rick delighted in her taste, enjoying this activity almost as much as she was. His tongue savored every last bit of her as she came for a second time.

Michonne tasted fucking delicious and Rick could bet she felt even better. He gave her a moment to catch her breath as he took off his pants. His handsome cock bounced as he lowered his light blue underwear. He kissed Michonne again, allowing her to taste herself. She cupped his large dick into her hands, noticing how tiny it made her hands feel. Michonne braced herself, digging her nails into his back and wrapping her legs around his waist as he gradually pushed his length into her. He thrusted smoothly and rhythmically, staring deeply into her eyes. Some would say missionary is boring, but Rick wanted nothing more than to see her reactions as he fucked her. He loved seeing her aroused. He loved that he was the one arousing her. He loved the expressions of ecstacy on her face with each pump. Her pleasure was directly connected to his and it was as if the two were fusing together as their love-making progressed. Rick knew by the sensation in his heart that these emotions were not just carnal. "I love you.", he blurted out.

He had a deer-caught-in-headlights look on his face but Michonne understood that although what he said was an accident, it was the complete truth. She knew because she felt the exact same way. This thought sent her into her third and most powerful orgasm. She felt her soul exit her body. Her spirit came back alive again as she felt Rick finally release himself. He collapsed on top of her, mindful not to crush her. Michonne held him tightly in her arms as his head rested in the crook of her neck.

After an extensive stretch of re-centering themselves, Michonne finally muscled up the energy to respond. "I love you, too."

The pair laughed in each other's arms.

"Michonne... what do you think about getting married?"