She takes his hand, and with a subtle nod, invites him to sit back down. He obliges and she swiftly straddles him, providing them better leverage, balance, and still plenty of room for him to fully access her body.
Rick watches Michonne leisurely slide down his lap, writhing inch by inch. He's luring her with puppy eyes as her center is closing in on his bulge. He clutches her waist and inhales sharply.
"Show me… " she insists, with her hand resting on his heart. She then drags it from his chest, to his abs, and down, over his crotch.
Astounded, he moans and looks down, then up. She is smiling, already picturing the bumpy ride she's about to indulge in and subject him to.
"C'mere", he directs, "please". He draws the left side of her waist, promising much needed relief to the tension building between her thighs.
His right is cradling her head and pulling gently, catching her locs on the way. He had barely touched her hair yet. No one had, in ages, not according to her preferences.
She enjoys her freshly washed texture cascading on her shoulders. A hairflip signals him it is time to tackle this sensitive task. A horny grin betrays her thoughts.
Neither escape Rick, who was waiting for the faintest sign to go all in. Her hair looks like a world of wonders, one he'd never dreamed to be welcomed to, and for good reason. Until tonight.
Michonne is sitting mid-thigh, cozily towering over him, halfway to their common goal, when her locs finally receive some proper care. Fiddling turns to caresses. The tug is gentle, but intense enough to ground and usher her. Closer. Her almond eyes widen when his fingers delve deeper into the velvet of her locs.
With her lips, her skin, they quickly join his favorite delicacies of hers. Closing eyes, deep sighs and a smile assuage his nervousness, as much as they fuel their horniness and intimacy. She exhales again, and kisses his wrist as he tugs and massages her crown.
The growing tension and tenderness is going straight to her pussy. Just a little more. She tilts her head all the way back and settles in his busy hand. He secures his grasp on her.
Suspended on his neck, supported by his hug, she exposes her delicate throat and heaving chest. She is smiling to the moon, and her tits are inches from his face. So open, and inviting. She would have loved tugging his beard to bring him to her, but the anticipation of his bare face on her body makes up for its absence.
Her collarbones glisten as she sways with grace in front of him. He can't resist, but his only available hand is already engaged in an essential endeavor, so a choice has to be made. She's still smiling, absorbed in her contentment. This woman has him wanting to have more of everything, to be more, only to give it to her.
His hand reluctantly leaves her roots. She signals her disapproval with incriminating eyes, before it lands on her throat, right in front of him. Offense averted. His fingers trickle over her necklace, slowly drag down her upper chest, to her sternum, before spreading firmly between her breasts.
He clutches at the fabric, enticing her closer. She arches her back, her mind running wild, her tits are pleading for more of his hold, but he already retreats back to her waist.
"Please, Rick", she whimpers. The words rush to his dick, eliciting a moan. He's ready to hear her repeat them continuously, like a mantra.
"Can you say that again?" he asks.
She straightens her spine, and hooded eyes find him looking up, imploring her to resume her journey down to him. He does his best to play along with the unspoken rules of her game.
"Please…?" Michonne is dizzy, dripping, still set on keeping the upper hand, for now.
"Yeah…" He grazes the inner side of her breast. "And the other too", and he cups it fully. She sighs.
"Rrrick…?" she emphasises playfully.
"Huh-huh…" he nods, "that's it", reaching up for a kiss.
She lets out a high pitched moan when he thumbs her nipple and tightens his grip.
He would endure her teasing for as long as she wishes, but so will she. Though, he's unable to refrain from writhing under her. The night is young, they're still in the starting blocks.
Michonne's desire though, is manifesting via her throbbing pussy in desperate need of cajoling. If not prudent, she would shortly be forfeiting the game. Thankfully, tonight's struggle is not only promising, and harmless, but also expected to have more than one winner; and hopefully, more than one round.
Ready to give in, she latches onto his back, and sluggishly approaches. Her pussy is ripe for picking. He pulls her waist with both hands and leans in for another kiss. She gives him a taste of her wetness by making it steamy, and sloppy. His keen tongue is full of promise too.
They join foreheads and gaze at each other's eagerness. Rick is holding his breath, bracing for imminent impact.
When their pelvises meet, at last, they simultaneously let out a loud, satisfied sigh. She rocks into him, hisses, and their breaths align when she starts slowly whining.