Chapter 9: Taking it Slow

To the left and right of Sasha and Daryll were three other couples waiting their turns to be wed. Rick and Michonne, Abraham and Rosita, Glenn and Maggie. Next was Abraham and Rosita. The moment Father Gabe announced them as husband and wife, Abe picked up Rosita clear off her feet and kissed her in front of the smiling crowd. Again, everyone stood up and cheered. They quieted down and settled back into their seats before it was Glenn and Maggie's turn. After Father Gabe went through the motion, for the third time, a jubilant cheer rang out as Glenn and Maggie kissed. Lastly, was Rick and Michonne's turn.

Standing before the priest, the scent of jasmine rose up and filled the crisp September air. Fat white blooms covered the top of the pergola, their matted vines hung off the sides and weaved and twisted down the lengths of the four large posts, provided calm cool shade under the brilliant sky's early afternoon sun. Rick looked at Michonne and she looked back at him. Their eyes held each other in strength, in unity and in love. For the entire time, they looked at each other with smiles upon their faces. Michonne, in a yellow and white sleeveless dress. The bodice, white, the narrow pencil skirt, light yellow. She wore her hair up in a loose bun, one lock hung to one side of her face, a single white hibiscus flower placed on the other side. Rick whispered, "You are beautiful". She blushed and said, "Thank you, my handsome." She thought he looked adorable and handsome in black jeans pants, white dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves, his hair neatly cut and his face cleanly shaven. Then, Father Gabe said, "I now pronounce you man and wife". They kissed. Everyone erupted in cheers, gathered around the four sets of newly weds extending their congratulations and best-of-lucks. In the midst of high-fives, hand shakes, hugs and kisses, Carl cried out,

"Dad, Michonne, look!"

Everyone quieted down and looked in Carl's direction. He was down on one knee holding his baby sister by the waist. Her little feet were firmly planted on the ground. A few people stepped aside and created a clear path between Carl and Judith and their parents. Then, he let her go. All on her own, she took the very first step. Everyone gasped and smiled. Putting one foot before the other, slowly making her way to Rick and Michonne, while they were on their knees with their arms extended. Patiently they waited on her arrival. When she finally caught up to them, they gave her a big hug. Everyone cheered at such a sight.

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After the ceremonies, delicious scents of barbeque wild boar, grilled pheasant and stewed rabbit filled the air and warmed everyone's stomach. The four-tiered wedding cake that Carol and Olivia baked and decorated was loved by all. Daryll's infamous moonshine flowed in maqueritas and daiquiris prepared by Abe. In the background, Noah and Carl played re-mixes of past number one hits.

The day stretched into the evening. The stars came out and like diamonds set against black velvet, sparkled brightly. Solar lanterns flickered on and bon-fires were lit. Children lay in their parents' laps and slept while they laughed and told stories over cake and drinks. Slow music played. A handful of couples danced.

Nobody by Keith Sweat came on. Rick and Michonne joined the other couples on the dancefloor. Not saying a single word, they held each other close, quietly rocking and swaying to the steady romantic beats. Michonne rested her head on Ricks shoulder and closed her eyes. For the next minute or so, they relished in the moment, reflecting on their marriage ceremony. At last, they were married. Finally breaking the silence, Rick whispered in her ear,

"I want to make love to you. Slow, passionate love."

She looked into his eyes and nodded yes. He quickly captured her soft lips in his. His kiss, deep and filled with a longing seemingly transformed her into warm melted butter. She felt light-headed and wobbly in the knees all at the same time. Her heart slowed and beat heavily in her chest. His lips tasted like vintage wine. Sweet yet decadent. Smooth yet turbulent. She closed her eyes and near forgot where they were. She wanted him right then, right now. He could feel the urgency rise in her as she moaned into his mouth. He broke away and gently took her by the hand. They walked to one of the unoccupied houses at the far north end of the community. Specially reserved for them. A card with Mr & Mrs Grimes written in perfect calligraphy was pinned to the front door. The porch rails were wrapped in vines of jasmine blooms. A wreath of white hibiscuses hung on the door. She eagerly climbed the first step leading to the porch and was stopped from going further when he twirled her around to face him. Standing one step below her, their heights were aligned. He wrapped his arms about her waist and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Loosely wrapping her arms around his neck, she closed her eyes and moaned softly. Again, she lost track of time and place. He always had that effect on her. Then, in one move, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her up the steps, across the porch and through the door.

Inside, there were candles that were lit and placed in large glass bowls partially filled with water. The path leading to the stairway had more candles, the only source of light in the dark space. Like Rhett Butler in Gone With the Wind, Rick climbed the stairs, carrying his beautiful bride with him. He entered the spacious master bedroom at the end of the hall and gently placed her in the center of the king-sized bed. More lit candles were placed in the corners of the room, together with a lit fireplace gave a warm welcoming glow.

Silently, and, slowly, he undressed her until everything was on the floor. With the exception of her ring, a symbol of their union, she was naked. She lay on her side and watched him remove his clothes with no urgency. She watched as one by one, he remove his garments. She could feel her irises expand as well as the folds of her clitoris as she took in his naked, athletic form. He stood before her naked and fully erect. She moved to the edge of the bed and sat closer to him while his manhood pointed vehemently in her face. It throbbed at its base, matching the pace of her heartbeat. She held it in both her hands and stroked it lightly and it warmed her hands. She rubbed her cheeks along its shaft then kissed it, up and down its entire length. Pausing at its bulbous tip, she kissed it softly, caressing it with her soft lips. Taking him into her mouth, she sucked and licked him. Hmm. He tastes so good. She thought inwardly.

He closed his eyes, rocked his head back and enjoyed the sensations that coursed through his body. Her mouth felt delightful. After a few minutes, he decided it was his turn. He looked down at her, their eyes met. She stopped sucking him and stroked his warm penis with her hands while staring deeply into his eyes. The look she gave him caused his penis to jump. He bent down and kissed her on the lips. He loved her so. Then, he kneeled down on the rug on the floor next to the bed and gently eased her legs apart. He kissed her inner thighs, gently and slowly inching his way down to her soft mound. She slowly lay back on the bed, her arms above her head, then closed her eyes and let her other senses take over.

With his mouth, he covered her vagina and sucked on her folds lightly. He dipped his tongue in the center and licked his way in as far as he could go. She gasped and mewed as he massaged her clitoris with his warm tongue and lips. Blood rushed to her pelvis, she became wet. She held his head steadily in her hands and gyrated upon his lips, his face became smeared in her juices. While he serviced her with his mouth, he reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them, stroking them and rolled her hardened nipples between his fingers. Her heart rate increased and she breathed heavily. He pulled on her nipples whilst licking her cum from her vagina. He moaned as he tasted her musk. She moved her hips and ground on his lips then she came. She cried out softly as orgasmic spasms reverberated through her core. He rocked back and watched her recover as her spasms subsided. Her soft deep brown skin was smooth and blemish free. In the soft orange candle light, she glowed like a goddess on fire. She opened her eyes and watched him rise to his feet, slowly stroking his cock with one hand.

She shifted her body to the center of the bed. He climbed in and mounted her right away. In one deft move, he jammed his meaty cock right inside her vagina, all the way in, balls deep. Surprised, she gasped when he filled her up in one go. She half-expected him to ease himself in. Especially since he said he was going to make love to her, passionate and slow. Alas, she thought too soon. He then slowly, very, slowly moved his cock out, way out, until just half of the tip was outside. Then he moved back in, slowly, all, the, way, in, as deep as he could possibly go. He was not an average sized man. A man of such girth and length, by today's standard, he was hung. He knew her body well enough to know that she could take all of him in. He backed out again, just as slowly as he went in. He drove back in and then out again. In and out he went at the same agonizing yet satisfying pace.

Hmm...oooohh", she cooed and bit down on her bottom lip.

He looked deeply into her eyes while he slowly piston in and out of her. He saw love and desire looking back. He kissed her on her lips. They were soft and tasted like sweet wine. She felt soft, warm, luscious under him. He came close to climaxing but he didn't want it to end quite yet. He pulled out of her and gently turned her onto her stomach. He stroked her back with his calloused hands, running them up and down then finally down to her firm, round buttocks. He squeezed them and kissed them. Then, he raised her pelvis slightly up and entered her vagina from behind. Again, he moved in and out of her slow and deep. She responded in kind. She moved her hips to and fro matching every stroke he made. Her juices flowed even more, coating his penis in thick white cum. This enticed him to pick up the pace. Covering her entire body with his, he lay on top of her. He kissed the back and sides of her neck, her cheek, eye lid and temple. She gyrated and made circular motions with her hips.

"Hmmm", he softly moaned in her ear.

He pulled out. His cock was thoroughly slick in her juices. He lay on his back and watched her climb on top of him. Legs on either side of his mid-section and bent at the knees, she lined up the entrance of her pussy to the tip-top of his hard turgid penis. Then, slowly, she eased herself down on him, taking him in, swallowing his member whole. Taking full control, she slowly moved up and down the length of him, made circular motions with her hips, secreating more juice along the way. She was wet and he loved it. Her juices flowed down to his balls and smeared his inner thighs. Her inner walls made wave-like contractions, hungrily stroking his cock. Unable to take it any longer, he firmly held onto her hips and switched gears. He moved his hips up and down, quickening his pace. Faster and faster he went. He piston in and out of her and watched her breasts bounce up and down. Enticingly, she licked her lips. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back. She held her arms above her head and enjoyed the ride. She felt as though she was making love in mid-air.

As he pumped and primed her, he moved his hands up to her full breasts, squeezed them and pulled at her nipples. She leaned forward, they jiggled in his face as he moved in and out of her at a phenomenal speed. Raising his face up to meet them, he grabbed one tit between his lips, opened his mouth and sucked it like a hungry bae. Not wanting to leave the other out, he switched to the next one and did the same. She liked when he sucked her titties. It made her vagina twitch. He felt it too. He held her and rocked her onto her back all the while being thrust deep inside of her. Not holding back, he pounded her into the sheets. Her inner walls tightened about his cock, milking him. Then, he came. Flooding her cavity with his sperm, softly, he said her name over and over. Michonne, Michonne, Michonne.

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Three Months Later

It was games' night. Once a month the girls met up and played card games and drank margueritas. Mostly they gossiped and told smutty jokes. They were at the Grime's house while Rick and Carl played pool at Tyrees'.

"Carol. You and Morgan...what's the deal?", Rosita asked.

"Oh, nothin'.", Carol said, sipped her peach marguerita and smiled to herself.

"Ooooh. You like him. Doncha?", Tara said winking at the others.

"How's the sex?", cutting to the chase, Sasha came out and asked.

"Sasha!", all exclaimed, surprised that she would ask such a bold question.

"What? Is he or isn't he great in bed?", Sasha pressed.

Everyone grew quiet and looked at Carol, waiting on her response. Over two months ago, Morgan joined their community after he came across Rick. Rick had gone on a supply run and found him on the road heading for Washington.

"If you must know, he is fucking great!", Carol finally conceded. The girls erupted in laughter.

"And. Sasha, it's true. He has nice hands. Very, nice, hands.", Carol added. She quietly chuckled and went back to sipping her drink.

Again, the room became livid in laughter as they all were cognizant of Sasha's theory that men with nice hands have nice cocks.

"Okay, now it's my turn. Rosita, have you told Abe yet?", Carol asked.

"Tell him what?", Rosita asked looking at her cards.

"That you're pregnant.", Maggie said.

"What? How'dya know?", Rosita asked.

"The fact that your breasts have grown, is a dead giveaway.", Maggie replied.

"Um. No. He doesn't know.", Rosita said.

"Join the club.", Maggie, Sasha and Michonne said in unison.

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