Michonne's buttery sweat reaches Rick, and he rushes to her throat to taste her, while tugging firmly at her locs. His thrusts have grown more forceful, so has she, and both are panting between kisses.
Breathing as one, they have found their optimal pace, both exerting their residual strength for a flawless grind. Her thin, tight pants don't leave her any room to lessen the scope of his targeted strokes on her throbbing pussy. She thanks the night for bringing her such felicity.
She closes her eyes and throws her head back for a few rounds, as to thank the moon too for its bountiful offerings. It could make a born-again believer out of him. He'd convert to whichever school of worship that would have him take part in pleasuring Michonne. The next thing he knows, she's back to crowd him with more affection and sweet words.
"Rick, you make me feel so good…" she whispers in his ear.
He nods feverishly and moans, out of words encompassing enough to describe what he's feeling. His stiffness, stroked by her tantalizing energy, keeps leaking in his trunks.
Her breasts are coming and going, as her chest is answering to the call of her rocking hips, pulling him deeper in a lovely trance. He cups and caresses them again, and calls upon everything he's got to refrain from grabbing a mouthful.
This first ride is already going beyond his expectations, and he's worried he might not go the distance. In order to channel his impulse, he'd rather focus on making sure she gets what she needs elsewhere.
Her tongue comes out to play, he greets it with a soft groan. His hold is tighter than ever. He's pulling her up and down, perfecting the rhythm and depth of his thrusts.
"Oooh, I really needed this…", she whimpers.
Michonne picks up the pace for a few wild seconds, punctuates with a more emphatic gyration, then slows back down with a lewd moan.
He loses his ability to breathe. Mouth agape, he struggles to find air.
"Again… Do it again…", he stammers.
"Yeah?" she smirks, "more?"
"Yes…please" he nods frantically, "but…watch out"
"I'm on it", and she latches onto his lips.
Her pelvis twirls on him, they're both panting, and it's his turn to thank the skies, for the second time tonight. Their new rhythm is divine, but unsustainable if they wish to keep going like this.
He grabs her ass and starts kneading with the intent of summoning more lascivious sounds. They ground him one second, then before he knows, he'd swear that he is taking off. He's all over the place, all over her, and she keeps chasing bliss against him. Her pussy is flattered by the steadfast friction they're both sustaining. She keeps working the both of them uphill, and slightly leans back.
"So…" she bites her bottom lip as she slows down, "what else do you want to confess?" Another deep round with her hips. "I feel lucky tonight."
Her melodic tone and candid composure leave Rick awestruck. She's grinding harder into him, torturously so, for their shared pleasure.
"I…." His mind draws a blank. How does she do that?
He can only think about the abrasion between them. Her taste on the tip of his tongue, her breast crushed against his chest, he's sweating. He shuts his eyes to focus on the sizzling sensation down there. He wants her to pick up the pace again. So does she, but...
"Rick?" A peck and another question. Her hips keep up with the motion, and the sweet sensation is so rewarding.
"Uh-huh…?" His hooded eyes struggle to focus.
She shifts her weight on her knees and brings everything to a halt. He's having trouble impeding his thrusting motions. At her mercy.
Thankfully for them, Michonne is feeling charitable, but she'd rather wait a little longer before crossing the line approaching at full speed. Once they reach it, she knows there would be no turning back. Towards her peak, and beyond, so many new delectable horizons.
"I asked you a question, Grimes. Tell me something I don't know…" and she's moving again. Almost imperceptibly, teasing him, and trying to calm herself at the same time.
Despite the insisting urgency flowing from their groins, neither of them wants to scare the other with their appetite. So, they keep their focus up here for a minute, trying to forget the stains spreading in their respective underwear.
"A'right… " he concedes, closing his eyes for a long exhale. He grips her upper thighs to ground himself. Michonne smiles, knowing it's for the best. Exquisite things come to those who wait.
Rick slowly exhales a second time to find a train of thoughts. Any would do. But all his trains are currently racing at full speed towards the same destination. It's warm, and wet, and already on the horizon.
He just needs to step aside, and quickly remember anything else he cares about, at the risk of missing a step and falling flat on his face. But Michonne is blazing, and she has his back. No matter what happens, he can always hop on the next one.
Come on.
"A'right…"
"Remember how I told you…it was Carl who let me know you were one of us ?"
"Of course. Your son is very perceptive." His static hands are in the back of her mind. She arches just enough to satisfy her need for movement while holding to her commitment.
"When we were in King County, he saw you. I didn't believe him, at first. He truly is the best part of me." He applies more pressure, then leisurely moves to her lower back to answer her sensual plea.
"Don't be so sure…" She stares at his swollen lips with eagerness, then chuckles.
"Right after he told me…You saw me. Not the leader, or the father…or the widower. Me. You talked to me. I felt seen. And it felt nice."
Michonne smiles, and kisses him.
"I still do, better than ever". She cups her jaw, and brushes his smooth chin.
"And there's no bush you could crouch and hide behind, that I wouldn't slice up to find you. Quicker than you can say my name".
She's still enjoying the tender memory of their first real connection.
"Michonne…" He blushes and lowers his gaze.
"Rick…?"
"Speaking of crouching…" His mind has left the station. A quick stop indeed.
"At the Sheriff's department. You picked up a bullet…" Rick's carriage is dangerously close to coming off the road.
"Hmm…what about it?"
" 'Twas the first time… I checked you out", he leers at her lustful eyes. And he's off again, back on the right track.
"Oh was it? That's funny", she chuckles, "I would have sworn that you did, the day we met." Her mouth is working its way up his jaw.
"You know, I was covered in walker guts, and bleeding out on the other side of the fence…"
He fully grips her behind, she retaliates by rubbing his scalp down.
"And from what I was told…" she adds, arching her back again.
"You patted me down..." she sits and kisses him, then rolls once.
"You carried me inside…" a second time,
"And laid me down before getting me wet, for no reason."
A third and final roll seals her accusation. He closes his eyes to savor her working hips. His fingers dig in her asscheeks.
"Yeah, right…" he resumes, distracted as ever.
"I told you, I wasn't myself", he deflects.
She knows full well that he's telling the truth. Nevertheless, she lifts her body and whines above him again, keeping a few inches between them.
"I was tryin' to wake you up…" he explains.
His member is fully alert again at this point, leaking and desperately reaching for her core.
"I know", she reassures him, slowing her hips, almost to a stop.
"We were both already hurt, and haunted…"
"We were…we are".
"But we've come back from the dead before, Rick. You gave me plenty of reasons to." Michonne smiles, visited by a warm, fuzzy feeling.
"So did you." He's reminded of how alive he feels with her. Against her. How her pleasure sounds like the safety he's been craving for.
This evening's turn of events keeps teaching him that it was all worth it. His fear, paranoia, all this violence… It was all so one day, they could live. Maybe this day has already come.
"One of these reasons being…" Rick resumes his kneading, with a new, glorious purpose. Since he was already favored to touch, to feel her like so, out here, he was going to make the best of it.
Tonight, he will have her come, in his hands, right here and there. If Michonne didn't mind -and she certainly didn't seem to-, he wouldn't either. And blessed be the nosy sets of eyes lucky enough to gaze upon what life is supposed to look like, in all its beauty.
Whatever Rick is doing on her ass is scratching the most delicious itch. His insane grip is stretching her underbutt and stirring her labia. Her clit is tickling like crazy in her flooded panties.
Michonne wants to crush him under her, and ride him into the morning. So bad. Fully aware of their mutual arousal, she knows they won't be able to go the distance she had set, not unless they immediately took conservative measures.
She keeps teasing him and herself with her tender hair pulling, sensual body waves, too far from his crotch to both of their liking. She knows what she's doing, so he lets her, and focuses on supporting her lower body at a safe distance.
"Thank you, again, I guess…" she smirks, hovering above him, contemplating his sweet distress.
They kiss voraciously.
"You're welcome darlin'!" He smiles innocently while his hands are pressing to put her hips back in motion. His right is moving down her ass to reach her pussy from behind.
Michonne grasps his neck tighter and fights the urge to answer his invitation to resume her sensual dance, and loses. She arches once more to bridge the gap. He's so close…
Rick suddenly stops, harboring a treacherous grin and raised eyebrows.
"First, I need a confession out of you too. It's only fair."
Too distracted, Michonne can't tell if he's joking this time.
"Is it?" she frowns, surprised by his defiant, deceitful move, and straightens her posture.
"I think so, yeah!" He strokes her hair, pushes her locks behind her shoulders and rubs her arms down to her elbows.
"So, what d'you have to say for yourself?" He drops pecks on her chest and shoulders.
"Ok…I'll play." She looks up, trying to recall unavowed anecdotes worthy of the moment. She sits back on his lap and caresses his neck with both hands.
"I've got two fun facts for you", she teases.
"I'm all ears." Rick grabs her hands and brings them in for a kiss. His satisfied grin is preventing her from backing down from the challenge.
"One." She pinches his smooth chin, and drops a kiss on his nose.
"The first time I held Judith, I knew right away I'd do anything for her." Her eyes glisten at the mention of the baby she'd grown to consider her own. "She was the first one to meet the real me. Carl was the second. Don't tell him, he'd be jealous". She chuckles.
Rick's heart is about to burst, and enough tears gather to blur his vision. He's the luckiest man in the goddamn world.
"How you've always cared for Carl, Judith… and me" he pauses, "you keep saving us, 'Chonne, again and again."
"So do you, Rick…" So much tenderness, flowing from her every pore. They share another kiss, charged with her sensible revelation.
"When the prison… when our home fell… I thought I'd lost you. I thought-" he secures his grip on her hips, remembering their past ordeal.
"We almost lost each other", she adds, "but I found you. I always will." She kisses him and combs his hair. "Then, I fell for you… I am still falling…"
Michonne holds him close and offers another taste of her lips, and finally, her hips. They both moan as she offers one, two, three slow, enticing rounds, getting them going once more. She revels in the rekindled slippery sensation.
They share kisses and loving glances. He is so damn hard already, but he knows the drill. He joins her dance and enjoys every second of this renewed thrill before she stops again. She's not done.
"What else are you hiding?" He's beyond excited to learn more about her, as much as he is looking forward to what follows.
"Two", she cups his face and smiles.
"The day I brought you that razor…" she resumes innocently, dragging her lips along his cheek.
"I'd had a dream a few nights before, when I was out there. You were in it, working the garden, sweaty and shirtless. I didn't want to believe it, but when I woke up, I was so wet, and I couldn't get you out of my mind. So, I touched myself, for the first time since…before… Thinking about you."
Michonne pauses to bask in his awestruck reaction. Rick is speechless, exponentially aroused by colliding fantasies, sensations and memories. He fails to utter a single word.
" 'First time I tried…was good, but I didn't finish." She reaches his chin.
"The first time?" he asks, eyes so wide that the moon's reflection appears in the pale blue.
Faking indifference to his reaction, she picks up where they left off to shut him up. A lightweight grind, slow and steady friction. Her engorged clit is being jump-started again, her pleasure revived, and back on track. This time, she keeps at it for a longer while before she resumes, tenderly dropping pecks along his jaw.
"The next day... I found that razor while scavenging... and it made me think of you", she continues, breathless.
"So, I tried again, later, and it was the thought of you, going down on me, that brought me over the edge. It was delicious. So, thank you, I guess…" she whispers in his ear, then tickles his earlobe with the tip of her tongue.
A dumbfounded Rick stares at her, then looks down where their pelvises barely meet, once more compelled to touch her there. She watches and enjoys it all, maybe a little too much. What will it take for him to go all in?
"Did I make a good case?" Michonne's facetious expression in this instant is the utmost provocation. He nods frantically, ignoring her innocuous tone. He is too aware that she is both playing with him and struggling, just like he is.
"So, did I win something?" she continues, increasing the pressure to her subtle motions. Restraining herself is getting difficult. The strenuous, formidable challenge is requiring all of her concentration and willpower, and the anticipation is driving her crazy.
Her bra is grazing her raised nipples, and her clit is throbbing against cotton and denim. She sighs, laser focused on his mouth, on his erection down there. She started the game, but Rick notices that she's reaching her teasing limit. He's ready to relieve her, to alleviate the strain on her pleasure in any way she needs, with everything he's got.
"You did, we both do", he replies. His eyes follow the sensual trail down her body, he gestures to the space between them with his chin.
"May I?" He looks up expectantly. His pupils catch the unobstructed moonlight and glow with anticipation.
"You better", Michonne replies under her breath, "I mean… please do", she smiles. As if not in a hurry.
She leans on his shoulders to adjust her knees and almost comes to a standstill. Holding his gaze, and her breath, she keeps gently rocking into him, her hips being unable to come to a full stop. His right arm extends behind him to find leverage on the deck. Rick's heart is beating wildly against her pussy.
He kisses her body, presses firmly on her ass, kneading each side before he drives his left hand all over, then South, following the back rise down, along the seam. She arches when his arm tightens around her thigh, and his fingers reach over to the crotch point, digging in the denim to find her pussy. It's moist, radiating heat.
He sighs against her chest. Her arms tighten around his head, her body tenses and buckles under his touch.
His fingers start working her, with all his might and intention. Michonne gasps, and leans harder on his shoulders. He stands his ground, and looks at her while entranced by the brazen display of his effect on her. Her frowned brow, and her open, breathless mouth are among the sights he'd been yearning for since long before he even touched her.
She adjusts her height, and resumes grinding on his hand. His strokes confidently follow her rhythm, and he applies more or less pressure in accordance with the range of her waves, and the depth of her moans. He listens to her heart beating against his forehead.
Rick alternates between strong, circling strokes, and a few ardent repeated pokes at her pussy. Her magnetic motions keep inviting him further into her world. Staying alert, he obliges gladly, and attunes his motions to the most minute change in her demeanor. With every whine, every stroke, her pussy is begging for more. Her whole body is.
She had dreamt of guiding him on her pleasure path. And there he is, between her legs, learning her, and being an exceptional apprentice. Ignoring the burn in her quads, in favor of the heatwave coming up on her, she arches and sits deeper in his hand, kisses him and picks up the pace, furthering her chase for gratification.
He skillfully follows. Double the pressure, double the tempo. Her moans grow closer, and louder.
He feels a tug on his nape and, forgoing his leverage, rushes to her core with his other hand, focusing on her clit area. It's burning hot under his fingertips, as he's raking her pussy through the stretchy material, in order to get as close to her bundle of nerves as his abs will allow him.
Michonne cradles his head in her arms, holding on while knowing full well it's only a matter of time before she gets carried away by the irresistible tide.
Fully aware of her predicament, with a face now full of her tits, Rick brushes them with his nose, looking for a pebble begging to be noticed. Jackpot. Her right nipple is outrageously peeking through her top. He is now enclosing her pussy and digging at her core, while simultaneously sucking her tit through the wet fabric.
"Rick…Rick, please…"
More magic words push him further down a reckless path. He yanks the top's armhole and reveals half of her breast, carelessly ruining the maroon fabric. Michonne is too far gone to protest the insolent gesture. On the contrary.
"Shit. Sorry", he mumbles against her breast, without missing a beat on her clit.
To his disappointment, he still faces a pretty, yet revolting triangle of black cloth, offensively concealing another prized jewel of hers. He cups her tit nonetheless, and he's bringing it to his mouth to resume when-
She grips the fabric and stretches it harder, pushes aside the thin bikini bra, revealing her full tit, and the most mesmerizing, deep brown areola and nipple.
They exchange lewd glances. The spectacle of her heaving chest, now partially free. Rick's wrist and fingers quickens between her thighs as he watches her cup her tit for him. She nods and brings it two inches from his face. A grateful smile graces it.
He gently cups her offering, and gives it a lick. Then another one, a nip, and a soft bite. Her jaw drops and she takes a sharp breath. He blows on it, and reiterates with more vigor, flicking it with his tongue as he proceeds to synchronize his stimulations once again.
Lost in them, she hisses.
"Yes…" she whimpers quietly when he takes a mouthful of her while briskly fondling her pussy in motion from both ends. She's drenched, her scalp is taut, her ears tingling. She's almost there, hanging by a thread onto his neck and what's left of his own clothing.
Rick keeps exerting himself for her greater good. He wants her undone in the sweetest way. But he needs to let her know this is only the beginning.
Now for the final blow.
"The day you gave me that razor", he comments between two nibbles, " 'twas the first time I thought about eatin' you out… after a clean shave…"
"Hmmm… Yes…" She nods and whimpers, her wavy hips momentarily slow down, they're getting choppy. His hands aren't. He smiles and stares at her.
"I guess great minds think alike." And he's back on her nipple, moaning and relishing her bewitching response.
"I'mma… need you… to make good on that…" Michonne struggles to speak.
Rick is harboring an indecent smirk, and his dick stands firm against the throes of her impending release. He doesn't remember having sustained a hard-on for this long since his younger years. He suspects he'd erupt on the spot with the slightest touch, if he got to taste her right now.
"Don't worry, it'll come… But first…you will." And he's back to his good offices, with more fervor. " 'Can't wait…to taste…drown in you".
His mouth races to grab a hold on her other knob, while his thumb is back to work on her wet nipple. Despite the layers of fabric, his smooth face, potent tongue and deft fingers, circling, pushing and pulling at her simultaneously, are nothing less than exquisite.
"Rick… Shit." A warm gush over cotton. She can't say much anymore.
"Show me, 'Chonne…"
Grabbing handfuls of his hair, she crushes him under her full weight and resumes her ecstatic ride, at last. He grips her ass and waist, and thrusts up vigorously and repeatedly, keeping up with her rhythm, then firmly pinches her exposed nipple.
Struck by a frenzy, they moan in unison at the concurrent friction between wild kisses. The more she receives, the harder she tugs, the stronger his pull, the rowdier her grind, round and round they dance. Her gorgeous expressive face, accompanied by the unintelligible sounds she blurts out, are already etched in his memory.
It's a whole lot for her, who hasn't felt this horny, open and vulnerable in forever. Though, riding Rick tonight might be the safest she's felt since the world died. With bliss blooming at her core, and his own impetus driving her circling quest for solace, she feels invincible and cherishes every bit of it.
Nothing and no one can stop her now but Rick. On the contrary, he wants all of it, all of her, and he can't seem to be able to hold back for much longer.
"Michonne… I'mma need you to come for me, very soon." He caresses her back and pulls her even closer, then gently tugs her hair.
"If that's okay", he adds, suddenly self-conscious about his demand.
The explicit, yet desperate request acts as a delightful catalyst to her rapture. So does what she finds in his eyes. An honest plea, and a wild streak, reminding her of his bearded feral self from the day before.
"Yes…I-"
"I need it." His uncompromising rumble is plucking her last ties. Now her breath gets choppy.
"Huh huh…" she nods.
"Good", he lauds her perceptiveness, and teases her breast with the tip of his tongue.
He cups her tit again, unfalteringly flicking her nipple, only to thrust up and meet her pussy a few last forceful times as she's rocking into him feverishly. She dives in for an epic final kiss.
"Shit! Rick, I...I'm…" She's looking for his fiery eyes. They're pouring love into hers.
"Give in to me, honey. Now." His forehead pushes into her chin.
Michonne nods frantically, then lets out a muffled, drawn out moan from her peak. The sweetest of them all. The soft wind is blowing in her back, ridden with goosebumps, and she can feel the tree leaves tickling her ears. As she melts in his embrace, her pussy's spasms overlap with her heartbeats, and Rick's beckoning.
"Hmmmmmm…"
Michonne's release has her crashing down, coming undone in his arms, her body jerking uncontrollably, brushing her fear and anguish far away. Rick secures her waist to let her ride her orgasm without a care in the world, wave after wave.
"God, you're gorgeous!" he exclaims under his breath.
Impeding on his own release, Rick slides a hand between them again, salivating and hoping to catch some of her pulsing warmth. He's still stroking her in quick circles, and pledges to keep at it until he'll have extracted every last ounce of her pleasure. He is meticulously archiving its full spectrum.
"I love you", he whispers, as her limbs go limp, and her mind wanders freely.
Thankfully, her grateful lover hugs her tight, preventing her from tumbling down the stairs. She doesn't register them yet, neither the wooden deck, nor the garden. She's light as a feather, heavy as an anvil, floating somewhere in lustful limbo.
"Thank you…" While she's recovering on his shoulder, he leaves soft kisses on hers, praising her for the gift of her unadultered rapture. They hug until their last sighs fade and disappear into the night. The moon and the crickets' choir consecrate their festivities.
After gathering her wits about, Michonne is already plotting her next move. Determined to make this an unforgettable night, she leaves his lap to kneel on the stairs between his legs, revealing the denim tent that was poking her.
She smiles wildly, eyes ablaze. Rick is not embarrassed one bit by the display of his pending desire. He just witnessed the most marvelous spectacle, in which he fully partook, until he reached his own limit. His obvious pride only emboldens hers further.
She sways her hips side to side and squeezes her thighs to bring some pressure back. Her panties are sticking to her pussy. Seeing her squirm in front of him like this might be enough to make him pop. He shamelessly grabs his crotch. He's been plotting as well for the next step of their nocturnal escapade.
"Follow me." She looks around and takes the lead, grinning ear to ear. Her playfulness, and the decisiveness in her voice will have him follow her wherever her desire brings them to.