Chapter 8: Maggie can wait.

The next morning Rick was awakened by the sound of euphonic morning birds chirping cheerfully outside…and munching.

He was too sleepy and disorientated to open his eyes however, and only determined the source of the munching noise when he smelled the familiar fruity scent of an apple being pressed against his mouth. He proceeded to take a lazy bite, removing the apple from Michonne's hand when his teeth failed to secure a crunch of his own. He heard her chuckle beside him, and he finally opened his eyes.

He smiled. "You're still here," he said, glancing at the clock. It read eleven a.m. They'd both overslept. Badly. He wrapped his arm tightly around her naked chest, regretting that he'd reminded her of how late it was.

Michonne had noticed the time too. "It's really late Rick," she said, rubbing her eyes.

When she began to pull away from him, he pressed himself against her.

"Mmmm," She moaned, pushing back her bottom in response to his stiffness.

He leaned into her ear. "Stick around. The kids are away, let's make the most of it…" With his free arm, he began to gently fondle her breasts, his confidence increasing as he felt her nipples harden underneath his touch.

Michonne's capitulation came when his hand moved in between her thighs. Her back to him, she wrapped her right arm into his curls, allowing him access to the stroke of his hand. He worked her lightly, her plumpness a sign that she was still sensitive from the previous night. A gentle parting of her thighs exposed her opening to his eager tip, prompting him to tease her with his leaking head. He immersed himself in her wetness, using his hand to guide himself between her moistened folds, while his other hand continued to massage her tenderness.

Rick loved watching the expression on Michonne's face as he continued to tease her with each slow circle of his hand. The sight of her furrowed brow - deepening with need as he mixed his secretions with her own, made him crazy with desire. Her hand released his hair to slide over his buttocks, coaxing him to enter her. He resisted. Despite the overwhelming urge to bury himself inside her, he wanted to bring her to the edge as much as possible. He loved how wet she was, how she pulsated under his fingers, coating him in her fluids. She pushed back harder against him, using her bottom to guide his hardness into her throbbing core. When she began to wriggle her hips against him with impatience, it became too much for him to resist.

Finally, he entered her.

He inhaled sharply, stung by the sudden intensity of pleasure jolting along his length. It had been the fourth time in less than twenty four hours that he had been inside the woman he loved, and yet each time filled him with completion in the most unique way. He moved slowly, burying himself deep within her soft, tight walls. A profound, guttural moan formed at his throat, not ever wanting to pull himself away.

When he had filled her with his entire length, he felt her tightening around him, clenching him until the pressure became too excruciating for him remain still. She fit him so perfectly he couldn't stand it. He began to slowly move inside of her. He became unbearably hard, using his hands to grip her breasts as he thrust into her.

The friction was exquisite.

Soon the musky redolence of their sex began to fill the air between them, awakening within him a primal rhythm. His hips became possessed, shaking the bed with its increasingly erratic movements.

It wasn't long before she was on top of him, around him, under him… And the next time Rick registered the time, exhausted, dehydrated and drenched in sweat, it was 2pm… He was going to need a few more hours of sleep to recover. They both were.

Maggie was going to have to wait.

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