Handle With Care

Based on this confession at twdxconfess.

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“Oh, fuck, Michonne…”

Rick was balls deep inside Michonne and it felt so damn good he thought he might cry. He hadn’t been in a woman since the last time he’d had sex with Lori, which had been on Hershel’s farm almost three years ago now. Beating off had taken off some of the edge but it couldn’t replace this. She was warm and so fucking wet he slid easily inside of her.

Don’t lose it now, he thought.

The truth was Rick was already about to come. He didn’t want to blow his wad in the first five seconds like some teenage virgin. Even with the condom on it was so perfect, so fucking good, he had to just stop and get his bearings. Michonne patiently waited.

When he had control again he began to move. He felt Michonne move with him. He had her on the bedside table in her cell. Thankfully it was made of sturdy metal and didn’t creak though it was wobbling so dangerously he wondered if they’d break it. Her breath was hot against his mouth, which he kissed frequently as he fucked her.

Her muscles occasionally tightened around him, nearly pushing him over the edge each time.

“Harder,” she said,

He’d just begun to move faster when he felt her tense around him in tight ripples. She moaned into his neck and her fingers dug into his shoulders. Rick’s thrusts became somewhat clumsy and awkward as he neared climax. He heard something drop to the floor and crack. Michonne gasped. He didn’t think it had anything to do with him, and frankly, he didn’t care right now.

His release was the most intense in his life. He emptied himself, gripping Michonne’s firm, round ass in his hands until he came down.

“Oh, God…God…” he panted.

As soon as he pulled out and stepped away Michonne knelt to the floor. She came back up holding that god-awful ceramic cat she’d gotten on a run into town. It was broken in two. She had a pout on her face.

“We broke my cat,” she said, sounding genuinely upset.

“Wasn’t the sex worth it?”

She hesitated just a little too long for his liking.

“Hey,” he said, starting to get offended.

“I really loved this ugly fucker,” she lamented.

“I’ll find some glue and we’ll put it back together,” he promised. That seemed to mollify her. She set the pieces back on the table and turned to face him.

“Come back tomorrow. We’ll find something else to break,” she said, before kissing him.

“Let’s take a nap,” he suggested.

“What if somebody comes by and catches us?”

Rick shrugged and pulled her down onto the mattress beside him.

“Let ‘em.”

He kissed her neck. Moments later they drifted off to sleep.