Michonne pulled away from Rick’s hungry mouth
and held him at bay when he sought to kiss her again.
“Rick, we can’t.”
“Why?” he asked, confused and frustrated. “We’ve
been waiting all week.”
“I know, but…”
They’d shared their first kiss a week before.
They’d crossed that last line, jumped the final hurdle to becoming more than
friends, and they were more than ready to do more than kissing and light, over
the clothes groping. Since then they’d only managed to steel kisses and touches
when they managed to find themselves alone when checking traps or fishing. What
seemed to be perfect opportunities to make love were always interrupted. They’d
been cockblocked by everyone in the camp, none more than Carl, or Beth coming
around with Judith.
Then they’d found a house to take shelter in.
Then, even better, they’d found themselves alone when Daryl and Beth took
Judith out to the swing set in the back yard, and Carl had gone off with Carol
and Tyreese on a hunt. Abraham, Rosita, and Tara were out scavenging for other
supplies, as were Glenn and Maggie. He and Michonne now had the house to themselves. Now that the moment
had come, Michonne seemed to have changed her mind.
“Baby, please…”
“This bed is too loud,” she worried. “Everybody
in a half mile radius will be able to hear us.”
“Is that what’s worrying you?” he said, half
amused, half frustrated. “We’ll be fine.”
He began kissing her neck, just below her ear
where she liked it. Then he nibbled her ear lobe and moaned a little, and he
felt her hands grasp his shoulders and pull him closer.
“Well…okay…” she said, giving in.
They made quick work of shedding clothes. They’d
hit up a drugstore and found practically a lifetime supply of latex condoms,
one of which he slipped on now. The bed gave noisy protest with every move he
made, however, and Michonne clenched up.
“Shhh…” he said. “We’ll be fine. Let me put you
at ease.”
He trailed kisses down Michonne’s belly and
then gave her moist folds a long, sensuous lick before finding her clit with the tip of
his tongue.
“Oh, God,” she said, forgetting about the noisy
bed, forgetting about anyone coming home early, or Daryl and Beth bringing
Judith in before they could finish. She forgot about the dangers of the world.
As Rick continued suckle her clit she even forgot the sky was blue, or what her
own name was. Nothing mattered but the wonderful buildup of tension in her
core.
“It’s not the bed that’ll give us away,” Rick
said softly, and laughed, when he came back up. She realized she’d been moaning
and making a racket, and didn’t give a damn. Especially when Rick slid into
her.
“Stop being slow and gentle,” she said. She was
wide open and needed a good hard fuck.
The bed seemed to moan as loudly as she did
with each thrust. She gripped him tightly with her legs, drawing him into her
before flipping him over, making the bed give an alarming groan before the
bottom legs gave way and the bottom of the bed sagged to the floor. Michonne
didn’t care about that either. All she cared about was taking Rick into her,
feeling him fill her deep inside as she moved on him.
“Fuck, Michonne!”
Rick’s face was flushed. His big, calloused
hands massaged her breasts. He sat up, taking one of her nipples into his mouth
as she worked her hips faster and faster. She finally found release, her hips
bucking wildly as she came around Rick’s throbbing cock. He suddenly pulled out
of her, flipped her over, yanked up her hips and began pounding into her harder
than any man had ever fucked her before. She cried out every time he entered
her, feeling her body climb the heights of need and desire until, once again,
she reached the pinnacle and then tumbled back down to earth again.
Rick gave one last hard thrust and emptied
himself with a hard grunt and a powerful squeeze of her hips. He collapsed
beside her, his body covered in sweat. He struggled to catch his breath and was
just coming down when the top half of the bed gave way and they hit the floor.
The headboard, thankfully, flopped back against the wall instead of crashing down on them, as though it was as
satisfied and exhausted by the sex as Rick and Michonne were.
“We literally broke the fucking bed,” he
commented.
“Mmm…I think I broke my back,” she said. “My
legs don’t want to move.”
“Then don’t move them. Let’s just stay here.”
“Can’t. Gotta start dinner for the crew.”
“I’ll help,” he offered.
Michonne snorted derisively and got up to
dress. Rick watched her, wishing they had time for a nap, and then a second
round. “You can help by staying out of the kitchen.”
“Hey!”
“Rick, you can’t boil water.”
He opened his mouth to protest, thought better
of it, and laughed.
They went to the kitchen together and found
Daryl and Beth at the kitchen table. Judith was asleep on some pillows on the
living room floor. Michonne realized, by the smirks that passed between Daryl
and Beth, that they’d heard her and Rick carrying on upstairs.
“So…” Rick said, clapping his hands and rubbing
them together, embarrassed but not sure what to say. “How long have you guys been in?”
“Long enough,” Daryl said. Beth burst out
laughing, and Daryl grinned.
“Judy fell asleep in the swing,” Beth explained.
“I’ve got to start dinner,” Michonne said, her
face flushed and flustered. “Beth, you can help me. Daryl…find something
to do. Have Rick help you.”
“Yes ma’am,” Daryl said. He clapped Rick on the
arm and walked past him. “Come on, lover boy. I found a deck of cards. I ain’t had a game of
poker in a long time.”
Rick wanted to slap the back of Daryl’s head
for putting emphasis on the word poker and followed him from the kitchen.
Next time, he and Michonne would just have to
do it on the floor. No more squeaky beds for them.
That was a cute Lil diddy
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