Rick's fingers traced the curve of Michonne's hips, his grip tightening on her pants as he slid her against him.
She sat at the brink of the island, yet the world around them faded into oblivion as her hands scrambled to touch him. Tongues lapped each other, feverish and intense.
Michonne's fingers wove into the strands of Rick's hair at the back of his neck, an urgency driving her to deepen their kiss.
Rick pulled away from the kiss, creating a bit of space between them.
His breath mingled with the air between them as he locked eyes with Michonne. Her gaze was thick, with a smouldering intensity.
"Is this okay?" spoken from the back of his throat, deepening his southern drawl as he tilted his head.
Michonne detected a hint of worry lacing his tone, and she knew that actions would speak louder than words.
With a subtle nod, her fingers playfully gripped his collar as she pressed her lips against his with an urgency.
Why did the taste of her kiss evoke a sense of déjà vu, so familiar, as if they had shared countless moments in another life?
Michonne entwined her fingers with his, directing his hand to her breast, and Rick immediately grasped the unspoken invitation as he began to explore with a firm yet gentle touch, squeezing and kneading.
With a firm grip on her chest, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, coaxing Michonne to tilt her head slightly. His lips, warm and inviting, glided over her skin, leaving a lingering sensation that enveloped her in a haze of pleasure.
His free hand slipped beneath the waistband of her pants, anticipating the familiar barrier of fabric yet was surprised by the inviting softness of her skin and silken strands of hair.
His forehead rested against hers, their lips just a whisper away, breaths mingling in the charged air.
"s'orry didn' shave." Michonne murmured, her voice barely audible.
Rick responded with a gentle shake of his head, his tongue finding hers once more.
He moved further down her pants his fingers tracing her lips. With urgency, she fumbled to unbutton her pants, granting him the freedom to delve deeper.
He gently pried her lips apart with two fingers, slightly wet, his touch igniting a spark of anticipation. Michonne inched her hips closer, pressing against the island as if silently pleading for him to go inside.
As he gently slid his first finger inside her, a wave of electricity coursed through her body, causing her to grasp his shoulders tightly, her eyes fluttering shut.
She attempts to pull her forehead away from his, but he firmly holds the nape of her neck, keeping her anchored in place.
" Michonne, look at me," he demands as he hovers his forehead over hers.
She opens her eyes, her lips caressing his as she breathes into him.
He leans closer, his voice a low murmur, "What do you like?" as he slides a second finger inside her, savouring the warmth and slickness that envelops him. The intensity in her gaze speaks volumes, a deep hunger igniting between them.
Unable to resist, Michonne presses down against his fingers, her hips moving in a sultry rhythm that beckons him to follow. Rick matches her tempo, he continues at that pace for a while his breath mingling with hers.
"Like this?" he asks, his voice thick with anticipation.
Faster," she breathes, her lips parting in a soft gasp.
He picks up the tempo, and with a firm grip on the back of his neck, she pulls him closer, their eyes locked in a heated exchange as she breathes and moans into his mouth.
Rick feels a throbbing tension in his pants; he didn't think he could get harder. Yet, he was oblivious to his own needs, completely captivated by the sheer ecstasy radiating from Michonne's face.
He deftly slides his free hand down, urging her pants to slip lower, settling around her knees. With gentle yet firm pressure, his thumb finds her clit, igniting a spark of pleasure.
"Uh…Rick," escapes Michonne's lips, the sound of his name a sweet melody that drives him wild. In an instant, he captures her mouth with his, their lips colliding in a passionate embrace.
"Cum for me" Rick groaned softly against her mouth, his fingers working deeper, applying pressure to her sensitive spot.
Each moan that escaped her lips grew more urgent, breathless whispers mingling with his name. Her body responded eagerly, tightening around his fingers.
He feels her tighten, her stomach clasping. She goes completely silent before her mouth gapes, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
She surrenders to her climax, letting out soft whimpers and delicate gasps.
Rick withdraws his fingers from her pants, bringing them to his lips, savouring the taste as he locks eyes with her. The way he holds his fingers in his mouth, relishing the moment, ignites a fire within Michonne.
Overwhelmed by desire, she abandons her weariness, sinking to her knees and tugging at his belt with urgency.
In one swift motion, Michonne releases Rick's cock from his boxers taking him in her mouth.
Rick couldn't help but clench his jaw, his hand finding their way into Michonne's hair. She sucked hard, giving no time for Rick to think, his eyes closing, pleasure vibrating through his body.
He slowly opened his eyes, only to find Michonne's glistening gaze locked onto him as she rhythmically moved along his length. Her pants lay at her knees, leaving her bare ass in view, pushing him to climax.
Rick closed his eyes once more, reluctant yet spurred on by Michonne's fervent pace as she enveloped him entirely with her mouth. He tried to pull back, but instead, he found himself lost in the moment, surrendering completely.
He felt a swirling haze envelop him as he came. Michonne's gaze met his, her eyes tracing the furrow of his brow, reflecting the anguish etched across his features
He murmured a gentle, airy "Sorry," a hint of shyness creeping in, embarrassed at how quickly he unravelled.
…
They took a moment to freshen up, a hint of tension lingering in the air. Michonne couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief; it had only been two and a half hours since their paths had crossed, and now he knew what expressions she made as she was about to cum.
"I usually don't do that," she said as she walked him to the door.
He grinned back, his charm undeniable.
"Oh, I'm well aware, considering you've brought it up about four times now. And just to reiterate, I don't do that either," he replied, his cute accent making her roll her eyes a little.
"I typically wear underwear too," she felt compelled to add, which made him chuckle as he leaned against the door frame. "But my washing machine is on the fritz," she shrugged nonchalantly.
"Ah, there goes the fantasy! I was quite enjoying the thought of you strolling through town without any on," he teased playfully.
She knitted her brows, unsure if he was being serious.
"Lighten up, Michonne, I was just joking—well, sort of joking," he replied with a grin. "But if you want, I can swing by and check out your machine."
"Oh no, I think I can manage," she replied hastily, eager to put as much space between herself and Rick.
This was not going to develop into anything, and she was determined to ensure that. It was an itch she needed to scratch, and now that she had, there was no reason to cross paths with him again.
"Well, you have my number if you can't manage," he said, flashing a broad smile.
"I can manage, just fine," she retorted, a hint of irritation in her voice.
She had a fleeting thought that he might go back and forth with her, but all he did was nod in a way that felt almost affectionate.
"Okay, Michonne, I'll see you around." No, you won't, she silently replied to herself.
Before he turned to leave, he leaned in slightly, making Michonne flinch, her heart racing at the thought he might kiss her on the lips goodbye.
Instead, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek. "Bye, Michonne," he murmured as he strolled toward his truck.
She didn't linger to watch him drive away, she closed the door. Waiting to see if someone made it to their car safe was reserved for those you truly cared about and intended to see again, which she didn't.
After a short pause, she glanced out of her living room window, just to reassure herself that he was indeed gone.
As his truck shrank in the distance down the driveway, a sense of relief washed over her, allowing her to finally exhale.
Just as she was about to pull the blinds shut, she caught sight of her mailbox, which had been toppled for ages, now standing upright.
"Hmm" she murmured to herself before heading back to the kitchen, which now had a functioning sink.
I hope you liked the chapter. I was so nervous to post this :P.