A little bit on consensual/non-consent in this fic, but I love me a romance. All's well that ends well.
Lori and Andrea Grimes and I met when we were in the 6th grade. Well, Lori was in the 4th grade, but anyway, we became friends right away. They are British and their Dad had gotten a job in the town where I grew up. I had been in the 4th grade when we moved there, so I was an outsider too so we gravitated towards each other and we have remained close ever since.
We must have looked kind of funny – two white girls and a little black girl. Their parents didn't seem to mind that I was black and they were wonderful to me. They regarded me as another daughter and mine felt the same way about them. Their dad once cursed out a neighbour who said something to him about having a little black child at his house so much.
We went from playing dolls together to trading teen magazines to records to going to concerts together. We had planned to go to college together and we were going to discover the world together and just as that was looking like a reality, their father's job transferred him back to England so they all moved back home.
We were devastated. We were used to spending time together and we had looked forward to college being our next big experience, but it wasn't to be. I went to college in Miami and they both went to schools in London.
Every chance they got, they came to visit me and I started going over to visit them. Our relationship didn't change one bit. It was perfect except for one thing: Andrea's twin brother Rick who was a born pain in the ass.
He'd always wanted to horn in on what we were doing and we had always chased him away. He was just a little annoyance for years but as he became a teenager, he got big and muscular and strong. He still wanted to be around us and he was too big to chase away anymore so we would just let him stay. I think he wanted to learn about girls from being with us. He had lots of girls chasing him. He was a big blonde with long hair and rippling muscles and yeah, he was cute but he had become so arrogant and snotty!
He would interrupt our conversations, argue with us and demand attention. We often ended up listening to his problems and he rarely listened to ours. He got loud and pushy and I just couldn't stand him. He seemingly tolerated me because of his sisters. We didn't talk much and we were just barely civil to each other. But he was just always there. We would be in Lori's room talking about something really important like whether or not this cute boy at school was going steady and Rick would come in and lie across the bed and tell us that the guy had a girlfriend and that he didn't like any of us. Or he would just lay there and listen to us and of course we couldn't discuss what we wanted with him there!
As we got older, things mellowed but the girls and I were still close. We took trips together across Europe and to Vegas and to the Grand Canyon. We went through bad romances and good ones and we were still the best of friends. They all remained in London but Andrea got married so they didn't all live together anymore.
One year, I had been suffering with a shoulder problem and I finally had surgery on it. I had been teaching college English a while and I needed some time to rest and Andrea insisted I come spend the time with her. After I got the splint off, I happily went to her. She said she knew a great physical therapist that would be happy to rehab me and with my doctors' approval, I set off for London for a couple of months.
Andrea and her husband lived in a big 2 flat house in St. Johns Wood and Rick lived in the flat above them. She said he had just broken up with a girl he'd been with for almost 2 years and he hadn't taken it well. He'd been depressed and lonely and she was concerned about him. She thought my being there would cheer him up some. I wasn't sure about that. He and I often ended up fighting after a few minute together but I figured I could go easy on him this time.
Years had passed and I thought perhaps he and I could at least be friendly to each other so I was prepared to be gentle considering his recent heartbreak. I knew how men were when they had been dumped.
Andrea's husband Philip was a kick. He was a chef and owned a fancy schmancy restaurant that was the hottest thing going. I liked him immediately. He was a big bear of a man but he was sweet and funny. We were going to have a big dinner at his restaurant that night and Lori had was going to join us.
While I was getting dressed, there was a knock at my door and I figured it was Andrea so I said come in. To my surprise, Rick stepped in instead.
When had he gotten so gorgeous? I thought. His blonde hair was long and curly and down to his shoulders. His body was magnificent. You could eat off that 6 pack he had. His legs were big and long and he looked like a big golden god or something. But it was still Rick, so I smiled and greeted him with the name I had always called him, "Hey Butthead."
He gave me a little smile, "Hello, Little Snot," he said, returning the childish insults we had always hurled at each other.
"You look good," I said, rather lamely. Good did not begin to describe how Rick looked.
"As do you," He replied, "still teaching English?"
"Yes I am."
"I heard you had surgery on your shoulder."
"Yes, I did. Rotator cuff. I guess I will need some physical therapy on it for a while."
"So I hear." He paused. Have you managed to find a man who could stand being around you for longer than a fortnight?" He was baiting me as always.
"I hear you couldn't keep a woman around you." I retorted.
"Sad but true. She wasn't enough for me anyway." He snapped back, his eyes twinkling - he was itching for a fight.
"She was probably thinking how lucky she is to have dumped your ass about now." I replied.
"Same old Mishy," He said, shaking his head, "Talking about things you don't know. Tell Drea I shall be a bit late for dinner. See you," and he left the room.
That night, Rick spent the night dominating the discussion with his complaints about his ex girlfriend and how women were too harsh, demanded too much and how we used men for what we wanted. I was mad enough to put a fork in his head as usual.
"If you weren't so arrogant, you'd see that it's not what we demand. You think women don't see that you are selfish? You have always been that way and I'm surprised anyone would spend any time with you at all!"
"You stupid little twat," He hissed, "My being confident does not make me arrogant. I gave my girlfriend everything she wanted and she still wanted more. What more could I do?"
"Did you spend any time with her? Did you listen to her when she talked to you or did you just wait for her to stop talking so you could tell her what to do? Did you ever consider how she felt or was it all about you as usual?" I hurled back.
He glared at me across the table and I knew I had hit a nerve. Philip called a truce and we all began to eat.
I saw Rick looking at me all evening and I tried to ignore him. I knew he wanted to continue the discussion later and normally, I would be ready. But that night, I was tired. After dinner, we went home and I took a shower and went to bed immediately.
I had fallen into the habit of sleeping nude because of the heat and humidity in Miami. I mostly slept with a fan directly on me because I loved feeling the breeze on my bare skin and Andrea had remembered and had put a big fan next to my bed. I was full and comfortable and I fell asleep quickly.
I was having the most delicious dream that night. Someone was kissing my legs, moving up my body slowly. His kisses were languorous and mixed with licks and soft nips. I opened my legs to allow him access to my pussy. His fingers were strong and yet soft. His mouth was insistent, slowly working its way up my thighs and stopping and kissing at that juncture where the tops of my thighs and my body met. That is a guaranteed turn on for me.
He opened my legs even more and I felt his tongue licking my pussy, long sweet licks, separating my lips with his tongue and his licks. My God, that felt good! His finger went inside me and then back out and he said softly, "Your pussy tastes as sweet as I knew it would." The voice said. I felt his tongue swirling around my clitoris and reached down and got a hand full of curly hair. I opened my eyes because it felt so good and to my surprise, I wasn't dreaming. It was Rick!
"What are you doing here, Rick?" I asked, my voice a squeal. Never in a million years had I expected to find him in bed with me.
"I'm eating your pussy, you silly twat." He replied, "Now shut up and let me finish." He pinned me down and inserting two fingers in me. I felt vulnerable and aroused.
"Good, let it come. I want to feel it." He said.
And I did. He smiled and began kissing his way back up my body, up my stomach to my breasts. He took them in his hands and smiled at me.
"I've wanted to see these tits for over ten years." He told me as he licked around the areola of my left and most sensitive nipple, "I could suck this all night."
"Rick what are you doing?" I asked, breathless.
"Shut up. Don't ruin it. I want to suck your tits and I will."
I wanted to tell him to stop. I wished I was strong enough to push him off me and out of the bed. Never in my life had I thought about having sex with Rick (ok, well, yeah, there was that one time...) and this was freaking me out.
"Rick," I moaned, "Oh fuck!"
"I said shut up," He said, gazing up at me, "Stop being so loud and enjoy this with me."
His fingers were stroking my clit again and I was going to cum. Hard. My back arched up and the waves hit me and I hung on to him and when I finally stopped and looked at him, he was climbing over me. He kissed me and I tasted my own salty sweetness on his lips. I put my arms around his neck and held him tightly.
I could feel his big and hard cock pressing against me.
"Now," He said, "We need to get something straight between us. I know you don't like me..." He said as he pushed that cock into me just slightly. "...And you think I'm arrogant and that I'm selfish..."
He pushed it in just a bit more. I was rethinking some of what I had always believed about him. But was I going to say that? Absolutely not. It was fuck Rick Grimes forever... literally at this point.
"Yes, you are arrogant..." I softly started.
"And I'm an asshole too, right?" He grinned. He pulled back out of me and I felt empty for a moment.
"Yes, you are an asshole!" I agreed, angry because he had pulled out of me just when it was getting good.
"Okay, I'm an asshole. You say I always interrupt you when you're talking..."
"You do," I said, "You always do. You never let me finish... Oh God!" I squealed as he pushed inside me again.
"You never stop talking long enough to let me say what I want to so I have to interrupt you. Oh, wow, I did it again, didn't I?" He teased, beginning to stroke inside me.
"Fuck, Rick..." I moaned.
"Yes, fuck is right." He replied. "I have wanted to fuck you forever and I'm going to fuck you like I've always wanted to."
I already liked it but I wasn't going to give in. Not yet.
"It's just like you to do this without asking me... You know what this is called right" I started. He pulled out again. "...You fucking bastard!"
"I didn't need to ask you," He slid it back in, slowly all the way this time. "You would have said no and I didn't want to argue with you. I wanted to fuck you."
He took my groan as agreeing and pulled back just a bit.
"Now, as I was saying, you don't like me, do you?"
"No! You always treat me as if I'm stupid!" I ground out.
"I know you're not stupid," He said, his voice soothing, "Intimidating yes. I had to grow up to learn to deal with you." He paused. "Fuck, your pussy is good..."
I had tightened my muscles around him and I saw the look in his eyes.
"But now I know what to do with you. I have to show you how I feel about you."
"You just want to fuck me!" I said weakly.
"Oh yes, I want to fuck you. I am fucking you and I will again."
"No!" I cried because he had pulled out again. Dammit, was he going to fuck me or torment me? "Stop doing that!" I yelled.
"Doing what?" he asked, his voice soft again. His cock eased inside me and went in and out for a minute and I was loving the way he felt.
"Pulling out of me! Fuck me if you're going to!"
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, pulling back till he was nearly out again.
"Yes!"
"Say it."
"You bastard!" I hissed.
"Yeah, ok, I'm a bastard and you're a twat. But tell me you want me to fuck you and I will."
He was rubbing his cock up and down my pussy.
"Say it, Michonne. Tell me what you want. Say it."
"Goddamn it, Rick, fuck me! I want you to fuck me!"
"Ah yes, that's it..." He said and he buried his cock inside me again, "Now say please."
"Rick enough of this. Get off me!" I was mad but I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. It would take Rick to bring that kind of emotion out of me, the bastard. "We either do this or we don't. I don't have time for these stupid games."
Rick traced my lips with his fingers and then he got down to business. That man fucked me better than I had ever had it in my life. He wore my ass out. How was I supposed to know that he could fuck like that? And did he stop? No. My legs were trembling and he just held me fast and kept pumping, in and out, hard, deep and strong.
"You're gonna make me cum," He whispered, "And I'm gonna cum inside you. My hot cum up in your pussy is gonna be so fucking good. I knew it was good. I knew it...oh fuck, fuck yes...oh, God yes..." I was out of my mind by then. Just hearing him talk was enough to get me there but then he touched my clit again and I came too.
We lay in bed together, panting and breathing hard and wanting more. He had that smug smile on his face that used to piss me off. And he also had that perfect body. And I looked at my own body, a bit too much stomach and thighs and wondered why he was looking at me the way he was.
"I know what you're thinking," He said softly, touching my neck. He leaned over and kissed me right at my collarbone. Something moved inside my heart.
"Oh yeah?" I asked.
"You women make me sick worrying about a little fat here or there. You're supposed to have some fat on you. It's what gives you these curves." He moved down and kissed my stomach. "Like this. I love it."
Okay... Maybe Rick wasn't that big of an asshole. Then he licked my thighs again in that spot. Things got a little hazy for me.
"Your thighs are delicious just as they are. Just like this sweet pussy. I used to wank all the time thinking about your pussy. It's even better than I thought it would be. We shouldn't have been fighting, Mimi, we should have been fucking."
And then he was inside me again. I couldn't believe it was Rick, bratty, mouthy snotty Rick making me feel so damn good.
When I woke up, he was gone. No note, nothing. Just like him, I thought. Well, I had to go to my first day of physical therapy and I wasn't looking forward to it. I knew it was going to hurt. I felt good from the sex Rick and I had shared, but I had hoped he would have stayed and talked to me.
I slept late and then lay in bed watching television. My appointment wasn't until later in the afternoon so I had some time. I wore a tank top and put a sweater on top and pulled on a skirt and stepped into my Doc Martens and figured I looked funky enough and went downstairs. Andrea was there and so was Philip. We talked small talk and I didn't tell her what had happened. She was giving me sly smiles all morning but she didn't mention it either. Fuck, she probably heard us.
When it was time for me to leave, Philip dropped me off at the clinic and left without saying a word about how I was going to get home. That irritated me but I kind of knew my way around and figured I'd take the Tube and maybe go do a bit of shopping.
It was a nice clinic, kind of posh, as Drea and Lori would say. Very nice on the inside with pictures of football and rugby stars that had been treated there. The receptionist was very sweet too and the nurse came and led me to a smaller room.
"Your therapist will be here soon." She said and scurried off. What the fuck was with everyone today?
There was a desk and a couch and a big exercise ball and other things like that. She had asked me to sit on one of the machines that was sort of a big recliner. I laid back and she turned something on and the chair was massaging me. It felt wonderful.
Pink Floyd was playing and the room was softly lit and the recliner thingy was real comfy and so I leaned back and closed my eyes and then I heard the door shut and I looked up right into Rick's eyes. He was wearing a white stretch tee shirt and white pants. And he was smiling.
"Hello, Mimi. You're my patient for the day."
I blinked and stared at him.
"You? You're my therapist?" Fuck me.
He locked the door and came back to the recliner and touched my shoulder.
"Of course I am."
He pointed at the degrees and certifications and all on the wall. I hadn't even looked at them.
"You are my only patient this afternoon." He said, "I saw that you had some range of motion in that shoulder last night. Please take off your sweater."
How could he be so cold after what we had done the night before? I felt my temper starting to rise.
I took the sweater off and he moved closer and said, "The top too, love."
I took it off and then I felt his hands on my bra strap. He unsnapped it like a pro and then sat on the side of the recliner and looked at my shoulder. He lifted my arm and let it down and gazed at the scar and leaned over and kissed it.
"It's healing nicely, Mimi. How long has it been since your surgery?"
"Six weeks," I replied coldly.
"You're mad at me I take." I didn't respond. "Take off your skirt and shoes. Get naked for me." His voice in my ear.
I resisted.
"I'll answer whatever question you have once this skirt is off your body and on this chair." I slid my skirt and panties down my legs and he took my panties and sniffed them and smiled at me. He stood up and slipped out of his shirt and then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His eyes never left me as he quickly and quietly undressed. I didn't know what to think except I was again admiring his beautiful body. His hair was pulled back in a pony tail and I noticed how long his lashes were. I had never noticed that before.
He climbed onto the recliner over me and kissed me, a gentle sweet kiss, his tongue probing inside my mouth. I was breathless. His kisses trailed down my throat to my shoulder and he kissed my scar again.
"Do you feel any pain in your shoulder?" He asked.
"No," I whispered, "No pain at all." How could he be so professional while the two of us were butt naked at his place of work?
"That's good" He said, "Good. I'm going to give you a complete and total check-up today. Head to toe, inside and out. I want to make sure you feel good when you leave. Is that all right with you?" He was licking my nipple. It had gotten hard in half a second and was getting harder.
"Yes, that's all right." I whispered.
"Does this feel good?" He asked, sucking my nipple.
"Am I Black?" I retorted, caressing his face.
He stopped and looked at me, laughing, "I remember you always said that. I want you to feel good, Michonne. I'm going to make sure you feel good. I know this will make you cum and I want you to cum."
He went back to my breast and it didn't take long for me to do just as he wanted.
I reached down and took his cock in my hand and he made a sound down in his throat. I pushed him back onto the recliner and I slid down and took his cock in my mouth. I licked around the head and sucked it hard and then held it in my hand and gazed at it.
"I never knew you had such a big dick, Rick," I told him.
"You just thought I was a big dick, didn't you?" He asked, his eyes dark with lust.
"I'm learning how wrong I was." I replied, sucking him again. He groaned and reached for my head.
I sucked him for all I was worth. I kissed his balls and licked my way back up to the head of it. I enjoyed it. He was groaning and moving his hips as I worked on him. I really did like to suck a man's cock if I liked him and if he didn't try to make me do it. Rick was enjoying what I was doing which made me love it even more.
"Oh God Michonne. I'm gonna cu-"
He moaned and I felt his cock jump and his balls tensed and I fastened my mouth around him and sucked harder and he cried out and came. I didn't spill a drop. After a few minutes he got up and turned me over on my stomach and began to massage my body.
"I dreamed of you doing that to me for years. My cock better be the only one you suck for the rest of your life."
I smiled. I liked that.
"I want you to relax. I'm going to give you a massage and loosen all your muscles. I want you to let all that tension go. Forget everything that has happened between us except for last night. Concentrate on my hands and my mouth and my cock and how I make you feel. You understand me?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good. I'm going to eat your pussy and make you scream for me. Nobody will hear you. I told them all to close up and go home. It's just you and me the rest of the day. I know you love Pink Floyd and I know you love David Gilmour. Listen to him sing to you while I fuck you all day long."
I couldn't talk. His hands were on my ass and he was sliding his fingers down between my cheeks and probing to find my clit. He quickly eased them into my pussy. He squirted some warm oil on my butt and rubbed it in and I knew what he was going to do.
"Are you giving me a massage or are you going to fuck me in the ass?"
He laughed out loud. "A little bit of both. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
I didn't mind anal sex – in fact, it was one of those things I liked but I wasn't sure about Rick's big cock in my ass. I knew it would hurt. But he made sure I was ready for him. I felt his tongue on my clit and I moaned his name. "I have."
He continued to massage my lower back, I could feel his dick prodding and poking me. He pressed and rubbed me and I was so hot I didn't really care what he did. He climbed up on top and slowly eased it inside my ass. He gave me time to relax and get used to it and then he leaned over and kissed the side of my face and pushed it all the way in.
"Oh my God" He gasped, "You're so tight." He grunted.
I held on to the recliner and pushed back and he started fucking me, long slow strokes that felt so damn good! My head was spinning and I wanted him to never stop, but he did. He pulled out and I looked back at him and he was grinning at me as he reached for a wet cloth and wiped his cock. He put some more of the oil on it and started to stroke himself.
I rolled over to watch him. I love to watch a man pleasure himself and when he saw I was watching, he grinned and kept doing it.
"You like to watch, Mimi?"
"Yeah. I love it. I love to watch a man jerk off."
"Show me your pussy. I'll do it for you."
I opened my legs wide for him and he continued his little show.
"You want my dick?"
"I want your dick." I told him.
He climbed up on top of me again and rammed it in me.
"You want me to fuck you, Mimi?" His voice was nearly a growl. It was sexy as hell. Hard and fast, intense and just fucking good. He turned me over and went inside me again from the back, slamming into my ass like a wild man. He was grunting and moaning and nothing had ever felt that good in my whole life.
"Tell me this is my pussy." He demanded, still pounding that cock inside me.
"It's your pussy, Rick. Just yours." I grunted. I was being fucked like a porn star, he didn't give a fuck about my rotator cuff.
"You're damned right it is."
He was grunting like an animal as he kept his pace. He was going to come soon. I tried to push him off me but he locked me into place. I cried out that got him. He tensed up and then he was shaking and I felt him stop and I knew he was coming. It made me come too.
"So when were you gonna tell me you were a doctor?" I said after a few minutes.
"Today actually." He laughed and I rolled my eyes. He helped me up and checked my shoulder before leading me to the shower room... Then the jacuzzi where I sat in his arms for a long time, feeling good to be together.
"You know I always loved you, don't you, Mimi?"
I gazed at him. "No, Rick. I didn't know."
"I did. From the moment I saw you. Something happened inside me and I didn't know what it was until we moved back to England and I knew I wouldn't see you all the time. I wanted your attention and I never understood why you were mad at me all the time. I was just trying to get you to love me too. I was being a pain, but I didn't know what I was doing."
I moved closer to him and caressed his face. "No, I didn't know. I thought you didn't like me and that was why you were being obnoxious."
"I broke up with that girl because I knew you were coming, Mimi. I liked her but it was nothing like I feel for you. I had decided that it was finally time for me to let you know how I felt, so I let her go."
I stared at him. "Now you're making me feel bad!"
He grinned, "Mimi, you always said mean shit to me. That's ok. You're not doing it now. That's all that matters. You loved me too, you just didn't know you did."
"Arrogant to the last drop." I giggled. "Does Andrea know?" I asked.
"Yes, she does. Lori too. They have known all the time. I told them when I was a boy that I was going to marry you."
"Oh, so I was the dummy," I mused.
"You're not a dummy," He said softly. "Maybe not very observant, but you aren't a dummy."
I sighed. "Ok. I'll take that. Maybe I wasn't."
"Got your attention now, don't I?" He was beaming.
Yeah. He had it then too.
. . .
Dinner was different that night. Lori was there again and she asked how my physical therapy session had gone. I peeked over at Rick and he was blushing.
"It went very well. And you guys are shit. You didn't tell me that it was Rick you were sending me to." I yelled.
Andrea burst out laughing, "No, we didn't. You would have cussed me all over London if I had."
"You're right. I would have."
"And now?" Philip asked. "How do you feel about it now?"
"All right, all right. You guys knew you were setting me up."
"We had to do something!" Lori said, "You two have been fucking around with each other and never got down to it. My brother has been aching for you for years and we just didn't know how to let you know. He said this time he would take the bull by the horns and let you know how he felt. We just had to get you here and we did. So? What happened?"
I looked at him and he was smiling. He took my hand and kissed it and I know I gave him one of those stupid cow-eyed love struck looks I always hated when I saw other girls do it. Damn. He really had gotten to me.
"You two worked it out?" Andrea asked, looking slightly surprised.
"We... uh... ah...we uh... talked it all out last night," He said.
"You mean you fucked her stupid last night?" Philip asked.
Both Lori and Andrea turned on him, "Philip! Dammit! Why do you have to be so damn randy and coarse?"
"Sorry, but I know that's what happened. I saw him going into her room and I didn't see him leave," He told them, "And I waited by the door. He gave her a right good fucking too. I heard them. She's his now."
We both blushed. "Philip, what the hell were you doing listening to us?" Rick asked him.
"I wanted to see if you had the balls to go after her. I knew you were mad for her. We talked about it. I told you to go after her. I was going to make sure you didn't punk out. And you didn't. You gave her a good one and I'm proud of you."
Lori and Andrea stared at him and at us.
"Rick? Did you?" Lori asked.
"Did I what?" Rick asked, that grin on his face as he held my hand.
"Did you fuck her stupid?" Philip insisted.
"We made love, yes. We talked everything out between us and we both realized we want to be together and we are." I said.
"Praise God in Heaven!" Andrea shouted, "How long have we waited to hear this?"
"It took you two long enough." Lori sighed. "My God! I will call Mum and Dad and tell them. They will be delighted."
"Now I suppose you two will be fucking like rabbits and we won't get to spend any time with her like we planned." Andrea sighed.
"Sorry." Rick said, smiling. "We have a lot of making up to do."
We moved my things up to his flat that night. We had a bottle of wine and we sat in bed together just talking. "I didn't know you were a physical therapist, Rick." I told him. He was massaging my shoulder as we spoke.
"I went to school, Mimi. I studied hard. My clinic is one of the best in Britain. Many of the best footballers come to me for treatment. I have worked hard to get where I am."
"I'm proud of you." I said. And I was.
"I don't want to strain your shoulder, love." He said softly. "Be careful. We will work on that some more tomorrow."
"More physical therapy?" I teased.
He was kissing my neck and his hands were on my breasts. I was leaning against his body and I felt so loved and secure. "You need physical therapy every day." He responded. "Special treatment. I will have to put a lot of work into your recovery."
"I must have a very severe case," I said, turning to face him. I took his face in my hands and traced around his eyes and his nose. I had known this face most of my life but it seemed different to me now. The way he was looking at me was special. He'd never looked at me that way.
"It's a very severe case. I have to use different equipment on you."
"Oh my!" I exclaimed. That "different equipment" was getting hard as I looked at him. I took it in my hand and stroked it a bit. He moaned softly and gazed at me.
"I trust you will know what to do to help me recover?"
"Oh I do. I just need you to lie down here..." and he laid me down in the bed and took one of my breasts in his hand and kissed the nipple. "How does that feel? Do you need more attention there?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
"I think I need a bit more. It feels good but it could feel better." He smiled and began sucking me and it felt so good I just closed my eyes and loved it.
"You're responding well to treatment. I want to try another approach." He moved down between my legs.
"Oh yes, this is a sure trouble spot here. I'm going to have to do some of my best work here. Your shoulder depends on it."
My legs were open wide and my hands in his curls as he began to lick me.
"Nice and wet here," He said between licks, "I may have to use my special equipment here. Emergency situation. You understand?"
"Oh my God yes, use it, use it." I giggled. I was close to having a serious orgasm and I didn't want him to stop, no matter how silly the conversation.
He climbed on top of me and eased himself inside me. He moaned and gazed into my eyes.
"Do you love me, Mimi?"
"Yes I love you, Rick," I replied.
It was true. I knew I did. And I loved the look on his face when I said it. He kissed me and began to make love to me, all the time gazing in my eyes, those fast, hard strokes that were so damned good to both of us. I loved his hair in my face. I loved holding on to him and feeling his muscles tensing, his body so hard and beautiful and strong. I loved his sounds, his moans, his sighs and the way he talked to me while making love to me. I loved the way he felt deep inside me. I loved the way he made me feel.
And I loved even more that he was mine.