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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Michonne was riled. How dare Jamie have the audacity to pull that shit on her? Who did the punk think he was dealing with? No scratch that, no woman deserved what Jamie has planned for her. He was just lucky she had plans tonight that didn't include gutting him like a fish. Leaving him crying and bloody on the ground was good enough for now. Tonight she had other plans with a bow legged cowboy named Rick Grimes. She didn't know how to describe the eventual encounter with Rick other than to say 'he was going to get it'. Now she knew that he wanted her as much as she wanted him, there was a delicious anticipation in the wanting but she needed it consummated. Immediately.

Michonne turned away from Jamie's body cowering on the floor and walked purposely towards her home. She could finally call the Grime's residence home; with no restrictions or reservations. No more would she be the live-in friend or the faux nanny the likes of Jessie liked to label her with. But it was weird all the same. How would Rick be with her now? How would her relationship with the kids change? Would it change?

She paused at the front step and raised her hand as if to knock on the door. Before she could, the door was wrenched back and Rick Stood at the entry way to the home. He had obviously showered since their encounter with the undead so his curly hair was slicked back and the top snap of his jeans was unbuttoned. He growled at her (lord, her man liked to use his words sparingly) and grabbed her hand and pulled her into the house, up the stairs to his bedroom.

Michonne shut the door to the bedroom slowly and deliberately until she heard the audible click. She stayed for a second with her face turned towards the flat panels of the door. The coolness of her wood contrasted so sharply with the heat radiating from her body. She was ready and she hoped he was too. Before she could turn, she felt his body glide towards her and envelope her form. He folded himself around her. His head found his way to her neck and nuzzled there. He rubbed his nose down the long column of her throat from top to bottom, and back again. He was smelling her again and it was as if he was trying to work out her unique scent. While he played 'smell detective', his hands reached around to claw at her chest, her stomach and her thighs. It was as if he didn't know where to start so he went for it all. He grabbed at her chest and slipped his hands into the cups of her bra and caressed the mounds of flesh within them. Michonne moaned at the full body assault Rick was delivering. Rick squeezed and gently tugged at her nipples; all the while grinding into her lithe form from behind. She could feel how excited he was from the girth rubbing into the small of her back. But did Rick know how turned on she was? Well, she was going to show him.

She turned around the surveyed the smiling man before her. His gaze focussed on her breasts that where rising up and down in frenzied exertion. Michonne placed her hand to his chin and moved his gaze from her chest to her face. His smile softened. "I love you" He whispered as he stared into her brown eyes. His intense stare was enough to make her melt, as if words didn't already have the power. She reached over and grabbed his handfuls of his luscious hair and pulled his face towards hers for their first real kiss.

She titled her head and smooshed her lips to his, immediately opened her mouth and duelled tongues with her man. He responded in kind and flicked and stroked his tongue around hers. His hands moved to her butt and pulled on her cheeks to get as close as possible. He rubbed, he kneaded. He patted. He acted as if he had never touched such a peachy bottom before in his life. The feel of her in his hands, brought a pleasure to him he had never experienced before just from heavy petting. He wanted to return the favour.

Michonne sucked and nipped on his full top lip and hummed in pleasure. She moved her tongue to the same spot, as if to soothe but this only inflamed him further. Rick's hands, still on Michonne's butt, caressed down the back of her right thigh to the small of her knee. He raised her leg and wound it around her waist. Michonne mewled in delight then she caught herself. She didn't purr, she wasn't a kitten. But this man made her lose all assemblance of the strong kick ass woman she was. He ground his pelvis into her deep and strong as if he was already penetrating her. His movement were slow and purposeful, holding her firmly while he pushed his denim clad penis into her clothed womanhood.

Michonne tightened her leg around his waist and continued her assault on his mouth. The urgent sounds of their kisses echoed through the room. They fought for dominance and their mouths were the battleground. Rick groaned to himself at the injustice of not kissing this woman before today. What a waste of such a full, pillowy and mobile mouth. Just looking at them was a turn on. Kissing them took his desire to another level. Rick's internal revelry was interrupted when Michonne deftly pulled down his zipper. He froze for a second, anticipating the feel of her hands on him. Michonne moved her mouth away from his and he followed blindly, seeking her lips. He opened his eyes instantly as if to say 'woman, come back here'. But he didn't need to utter those words as she stared at him sultrily, with a little smile on her mouth. He made as if to speak but his words never materialised as she slid her hand into his open fly and grabbed his throbbing cock.

Michonne looked down at the evidence of his desire. 7" looked back her and swayed to and fro in anticipation of being touched. It was thick and well formed. The soft pink skin grew redder up the length. Big Rick wanted to play and oh how Michonne wanted to play with him. She moved her hand up and down from tip to base, then back again. This was all the while still maintaining eye contact with him. Rick shuddered in delight and closed his eyes for a delicious second. But he had to open them again. The combination of her palm around his manhood and her beautiful face was enough to make him come. Rick leaned in and wrapped his left hand around her neck and forcefully pulled her towards him for a soulful kiss.

In their movement, Rick's trousers had slid down to the top of his thighs so she now had free reign to demonstrate how much he turned her on. The long and slow strokes became short and sharp as they ground their mouths together. Both of them where getting excited to the point of no return. As turned on as he was, he didn't want his first sexual experience with this goddess to be so one sided. Rick moved his mouth to her shoulder to slow down his pace. He suckled on the base of her neck and made his way down to her chest. Michonne's upper body felt like it was on fire. Her blood rushed to the areas he was playing homage to. Her nipples swelled in response to his attention. With a wicked smile (similar to the one she gave him earlier) he cupped both her breasts and sucked, moving from one to the other. He delighted the left then left it frustrated while he moved to the right. His hands stroked up and down her chest without touching her aching nipples. Up and down. Up and down. He was firing her up without stroking the flame. The only mercy he showed her was the occasional suck and bite. He was making her crazy and building up a wild heat coursing through her body. His torture continued. His stroking hands found themselves at her crotch and he palmed her there.

She squirmed restlessly at his attention, then he moved to under her jeans to touch the flesh underneath. Like Rick, the first touch of his hand down there stilled Michonne. Slowly his fingers rubbed against her pussy. His hand made a cupping action and slid his fingers slowly down her clit to the mouth of her opening. He repeated this action over and over again. Not ignoring her bud but not giving it enough time to truly give her the pleasure she seeked. After she had lost all hope that he would touch her properly, he pushed his middle finger into her channel and pumped slowly. His thumb rested on her clit and moved in tiny increments. Michonne jolted with the penetration and breathed out heavily. With each thrust of his finger, she sighed out in pleasure. His assault on her breasts, neck and face continued. She was getting wet with every second they continued.

Time literally stood still. They were still resting against the bedroom door, panting harshly with a sheen of sweat on their semi clad bodies. His fingers, no buried deep inside her, created an urgency she hadn't felt for years. If ever. Her breath became rapid and her leg grew taunt as it clutched to his waist. Rick removed his fingers from her warm sex and ran his tongue down the digits. She tasted like vanilla and musk and a flavour that was distinctively Michonne. She visually blushed in response to his sensual display. "Take off your clothes," said Rick as he moved from his position at the door to the wider room. He stopped at the foot of the bed then turned to face her. Rick removed his white shirt, unveiling his muscled form. His sinewy arms flexed and pulsated in anticipation of the main event. He pulled down his trousers and underwear that had already pooled by his ankles. Then stood there waiting and watching.

Michonne pulled off her vest top, toed off her boots and removed her skin tight trousers in the distance it took her to travel from the door to be in front of Rick. In a 100% alpha move, the grasped her chin and kissed her harshly. His lips pulsated against hers in fierce, dominating licks while he moved her mouth to the position he craved. Rick then gasped her butt and wrapped both of her legs around his waist. He walked slowly and purposely with her to the dressing table. With one hand powerfully clutching her lithe form to its muscled visage, the other swiped the stuff off the table top and placed Michonne on top of it, with legs still wrapped around his waist. Rick ground his cock directly at her centre. Michonne reached down and caressed it, placing it to her core. She rubbed it up and down her vulva, getting it wet with her excitement. She could take no more. She slowly fed his thick dick into her body, penetrating her inch by inch. His hand was on her butt, kneading her cheeks and slid her up and down his shaft.

"Ahh that feels good" said Michonne as she grasped onto his neck and whispered in his ear. Her breasts brushed against his chest, then collided as the thrust became urgent. He dug his fingers in the flesh of her thighs and thrust and thrust to get as deep in her as possible. The dressing table rattled and banged against the wall in a rhythmic dance. The gasps and pants of the couple soon rivalled the sound of the banging dresser. His dick was so wet with her juices; he kept looking at the sight of his member entering her beautiful body. If he were to die now, he would die happy. He couldn't ask for more ecstasy than he had right now.

Michonne was in a similar state, he had angled his penis in such a way it butted against the little bundle of nerves in her heat. He kept hitting it time and time again with every thrust and gyration of his strong body. She reach down and gently cupped his balls as they banged against her, the feeling of her caressing hands and the sensation of being balls deep was too much for Rick to bear. His movements had now become frantic. He knew he wouldn't last for much longer but he wouldn't until his baby was satisfied. He licked his thumb and placed it on her clit, slowly moving it in a circular motion. This was in great contrast to his aggressive and deep penetration. During the same time, he bent his neck to capture one of her breasts into his mouth. He sucked strongly and the sensation went directly to her vagina. She could feel her whole body radiating an intense heat; she was close, oh so close. Rick then bit down on her nipple and she was done for. Her body exploded and she scream loudly. So loud she was sure the undead in the street could hear her. So loud she knew the kids would hear. But it didn't matter. She was finally sated. Her legs clenched around him to keep the sensations going. She shook and panted as he continued to drive in her warmth. The power of the thrusts was so intense she doubted she would be able to walk ever again.

"I'm going to come" grunted Rick as he thrust one last time and squeezed close to her so she could capture every last drop of his essence. He shuddered in delight and joy. Sweat pooled from their faces and they could hardly breathe. But they had never felt so good in their entire lives. They were in love. Their fucking took them both to a level of pleasure they have never experienced before. Michonne smiled at Rick and he smiled back. They pressed their foreheads together and breathed in deeply. "You ready for round two?" said Rick. Michonne giggled in response and pulled him in for a lusty kiss. He picked Michonne off the dresser, with her legs still wrapped around his waist. He walked to the bed tossed on top of the blue bedspread. Michonne rose up on her elbows and opened her legs as an invitation. Rick jumped in.