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Rick kicked open the door to his bedroom, forgetting there were sleeping children in the house.
“We have to keep it down,” Michonne warned. Now was not the time to get caught behaving like teenagers by a teenager.
“Don’t think I can,” Rick stated matter-of-factly, placing a loud smack on her lips and one on her rear. He butted the door closed with his ass and carried Michonne directly to the bed. He tossed her on top of it and reached for her pants. Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he yanked off her jeans in one swift motion as Michonne held fast to the comforter. Michonne was kind of impressed. He then proceeded to unbutton his shirt, which was pit-stained and still filthy from his daytime excursion with Daryl. He eyed Michonne up and down with a look on his face she’d grown accustomed to over these months, though he’d never before seemed so self assured and feral in his lust. Michonne was so turned on she couldn’t help but reach inside her panties to massage and tease her clit.
“Uh-uh-uh. That’s my terrain,” Rick insisted. He climbed onto the bed and crawled toward Michonne, straddling her in the process. That gave her an opening. As he moved up, she slid down toward the edge of the bed and caught his cock in her mouth through the slit in his boxers. It was a surprise attack he never saw coming. His cock was salty and maybe a little gritty. After all, he’d yet to shower. But Michonne thought he tasted divine, which was apropos, given the fact that in this one act, Michonne had sent Rick to heaven. “Oh, fuck, Chonne,” he uttered, at a loss for oxygen.
She didn’t neglect any part of him and took in his entire length, just to see if she could. Then she wrapped her pillowy lips around the head and used her hand to pump him at the base. Rick couldn’t help but thrust slightly in time with the pace she’d set, but all this was just too…overwhelming and exciting. He was afraid he wasn’t going to last long.
“Okay, okay. You made your point,” he said as he tried to extract himself from the exquisite suction she’d created around his cock. She finally released him, right when he was sure he’d explode and he collapsed on the bed beside her, trying to regain control of his senses and command of his impulses.
As he rested, Michonne thoughtfully rid him of his jeans—lazily, seductively, flaunting her shapely silhouette in the process. Next she dragged his boxers off in a painfully slow motion, grazing them against his aching, sensitive privates. “God, almighty. What are you doing to me, Michonne?” Rick was on another plane now, his eyes fluttering in the back of his head. He was transported to a world where it was just the two of them, nothing and no one else. No walkers, no Wolves, no Governors, no Terminus cannibals—nothing to distract them from the sheer pleasure they derived from each other. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this woman and these uninterrupted moments, but he was not going to take either for granted ever again.
Rick sat up and stared at Michonne, who’d taken the liberty of disposing of her obstructive tank top and bra. She stood before him in all her idyllic glory, covered only by the skimpy, flimsy, indigo lace fabric of what could barely pass as panties. Rick reached for her. She took his hand and climbed over of him, perching herself just below his groin. Neither could look away from the other. He placed his hands on her thighs as she settled on top of him, and he rubbed her legs, drowning in their smooth, flawless, muscular form.
Were it humanly possible, Rick would have crawled inside her, to meld with her fully and memorialize the comfort and peace he found in her. That was how desperately in love with Michonne Rick was.
He took his right hand and brought it behind her neck, drawing her face down to him so his tongue could languish inside her mouth once more. He palmed her butt with his other hand, exploring her even further, then suddenly sat up, flipping Michonne onto her back, and landing on top of her, perfectly positioned between her legs. It practically knocked the wind out of her. Michonne was aware that Rick had only been with one person his whole life—Lori—and thought she was going to have to teach him a thing or two in the sack. But so far, this guy was keeping her on her toes and keeping up with her every move. She was sufficiently humbled and excited to find out what other surprises Rick had in store for her.
Michonne finished disrobing her lover, helping him out of his shirt and he tore her lace panties right off her body.
“Hey! Those were expensive, most likely!” she griped, teasing her man in a playful tone.
“Don’t worry about it,” Rick insisted. “I can probably find you something comparable, for the same price….Free." He smiled that gorgeous, earnest, devilish grin he reserved for very private moments. Michonne’s eyelids drooped as she looked him over and her bedroom eyes confirmed for him exactly the effect he was having on her.
Without further warning, Rick plunged into her, and she gasped in both pain and delight. “Uhhh,” she called out. Rick waited a moment for Michonne’s pussy to relax a little to accommodate him, then he used his tight glutes and abs to pump feverishly inside her, fucking her like she’d never been fucked before.
This act of lovemaking meant something more than a good time to Rick and Michonne. It wasn’t about the pleasure it brought to their bodies, but rather about the peace it brought to their souls. They were joined in mind, body, and spirit, and from this point forward neither could detach from the other without losing some part of themselves in the process.
Michonne was snug and slick around Rick’s cock, allowing him to pick up speed effortlessly. Without warning, he latched onto her nipple with his mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue, repaying the favor from before. Michonne came almost instantly, as unprepared for it as she was. “Oh, Rick. My God!” she accidentally shouted. She pulled at his curls to remove his head from her chest and her walls tightened around his dick, sending him right to the edge. But he wasn’t done with Michonne yet, so he pulled out to give them both a moment to recuperate.
Michonne was still basking in her high, the pulse of electricity coursing through every cell in her body, making her overly sensitive to the slightest touch. Rick gently brushed her skin with his fingertips, every point of contact making her tingle. He kissed her softly on her ear, along her chin, and down to the crook in her neck, an extremely erogenous zone for her that her other lovers had all neglected. His breath on her skin felt incredible. A smile broke out across Michonne’s lips and, even with her eyes closed, she could tell Rick was just as amused as she was.
“How you feeling?” Rick asked the woman he loved.
“Amazing,” Michonne confirmed. Unlike she’d ever felt before.
“I know,” Rick said cockily.
Michonne snorted—what an egotistical prick. She secretly loved it.
“I feel the same way,” he said.
After a minute or so, Rick found her clit again with his finger and applied pressure to it, thumbing it gently and ushering Michonne to another level of rapture she had no idea she was capable of reaching.
“I don’t know if I can take this,” Michonne admitted breathlessly. But Rick knew better.
“You’re a strong woman,” he replied. “You can do it. I have faith in you.”
Michonne started seeing colors in her head—she could barely retain her sanity or awareness of where she was. Rick kissed his way down her body, swirling his tongue in her navel, then wended his way through her pubic forest to the divine center at the apex of her thighs. He kissed her lovingly there, worshipping her delicate, whorled bloom and licked her firmly inside her folds. He continued to play with her bud as he used his tongue to indulge in her exquisite portal. She tasted of honeysuckle and his cock throbbed, begging to take the place of his mouth once more.
“Sweet Jesus.” It took every ounce of strength Michonne had to speak at this moment. “Now you need to wait,” she directed, snapping Rick out of his otherworldly state. She sat up groggily on her elbows as Rick looked up at her. After a short while, she raised her right leg straight up above his head, allowing him to duck under it and come from between her thighs.
“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned he’d gone too far with his teasing. Michonne said nothing but climbed out of bed and slipped over to the door. She opened it, looked both ways, then escaped into the hall in all her buck-naked splendor. Rick wasn’t sure if she was going to her room for the night, leaving him entirely, or if she’d be back. He panicked and crawled to the bottom edge of the bed in utter confusion. It wasn’t long before Michonne reemerged, however, carrying her sword, his gun, and something else in her hands.
He smiled at her and gave her a confused look. “I don’t think those qualify as sex toys?” Of that he was certain. Michonne shook her head and entered the room, making sure to toe the door closed behind her. Quietly this time. She walked to the left side of the king-sized bed and set his gun on the end table. Then she moved to the other side, giving Rick an uninhibited eyeful of her perfect physique, and laid her sword on the other end table.
She hid both her hands behind her back, came to the bottom of the bed, and stood directly in front of Rick. He pulled her right hand from behind her and saw she held the roll of spearmints in her fist. “This is what I needed to get,” she whispered. She stared Rick in the eyes and pulled the red tab on the roll with her teeth, slowly unraveling the wrapper, as though she were undressing it in a striptease. Rick was turned on even more. His cock responded as she used her tongue to remove a piece of candy from the package and suck it into her mouth.
“I call this move, the 'Lifesaver™ Exspearmint.' " Rick’s mouth dropped open when Michonne knelt in front of him and took him in her mouth once again. She spiraled the melting mint along his cock, then made circles with her tongue on the head and very tip. Rick fell back on the bed and moaned. The alternating coolness, tingling, numbing, and heat was blowing his mind. Now was his turn again to be driven insane—but this time in a good way. She worked him with thirst, as though he were a siphon of intoxicants, and Rick practically teared up, the pressure inside him mounting to the point of becoming excruciating. Michonne gave his balls some attention, suckling them too, and Rick felt there was no way he could last another second.
“Now. Now, please?” he said with urgency. And Michonne knew what he meant. She climbed on top of him as he shuffled back on the bed and opened his eyes. A tear escaped from one and merged with beads of sweat gliding down his face. She slid down on his cock and braced herself on his thighs. He watched as she rode him, his cock repeatedly disappearing entirely inside her, then sat up on his elbows to help aid her in the effort. Their hips moved together as one. She made figure eights with hers then leaned over to kiss him, letting him drink in the heady mix of mint, Michonne, and Rick on her breath. He reached between her legs to stroke her sensitive bud and there came that sensation once again, that sweet fluttering in the pit of her stomach followed by the clenching of her pussy around his cock. Her head fell back and she came again, her orgasm emanating from a different part of her body, pulsing deep within her. With that, Rick was finally satisfied. He let go and Michonne could feel his hot elixir burst violently out of him, hitting the walls deep inside her over and over again.
Rick didn’t pull out immediately and instead allowed Michonne to collapse on his torso. He held her close as they lay there, exhausted, drifting in and out of consciousness, sighing deeply, wanting to speak but too physically and emotionally spent, unable to fully process the waves of satisfaction and ecstasy that washed over them.
Eventually they separated slightly as sleep overtook them, but his hand found its way to her ass, confidently claiming it as his, and her hand now slid across his chest, marking him as her own. Each of their thighs nearest the center of the bed angled between the other's legs and nestled up against their lover's privates, coated in the perfume of their sexual union.
This warrior princess had become Rick’s savior—Michonne had brought him back from the brink of insanity and opened up his eyes to a world of possibilities, a renewed hope for humanity, and a reaffirmed belief that happiness was a reality still. And this once wild, reckless, yet principled man was Michonne’s salvation. Rick had shown her that to open up, to share a purpose, to love again was worth whatever heartache that might come with it. She could never have imagined being able to feel pure bliss again in this life, but this man brought it to her, exceeding anything she’d experienced before. These two beings were soulmates in the purest sense of the word. And here they lay, in each other’s arms, unconcerned and unaware of whatever trouble might await them tomorrow. For now, they were content to revel in their euphoria, in the lives each had rescued for the other. Finally they were sure that living was worth it. And they intended to live for a long time. Together.