Part I –
"I want you on your knees," Rick growled to his wife. He had pulled her into an empty bedroom when he'd finally had enough of her teasing. The party continued on without them, the muted sounds of music and laughter from the den accompanying the moans and juicy smacks of their fervent kisses. Once they'd entered, he'd pushed her back against the door to shut it and went at her, clutching her ass and grinding against her as they made out.
All night she'd been tormenting him, rubbing her round backside up into his crotch every time she stood in front him, caressing his beard when she walked by, standing so close when they talked, he couldn't take a breath without his chest brushing hers. She was stunning; wearing that outfit like it was poured on. It was so tight; he wondered how she could breathe comfortably. He wanted to be just that close, and if she couldn't breathe, he would do that for her. With her lingering touches and provocative looks, he'd been mesmerized; she'd made sure that all he could see, smell and feel was Michonne. After nearly an hour, he'd taken all he could. He needed to be with her so badly, he'd grabbed her hand and escaped to the first unoccupied space he could find.
Rick watched as Michonne smirked and eased onto the floor, her hands caressing his chest and then groping him through his pants on her way down. He took off his jacket and loosened his tie as she undid his pants, freeing his half-engorged cock and stroking him. Blood rushed past his ears and they watched as he grew fully rigid in her skilled hands. He'd been on a hair trigger since she'd walked downstairs earlier that evening. It had already been past time for them to leave and he'd known immediately why she didn't show until the very last moment. If he'd seen her sooner in this breathtaking red number, they would have never left the house. He leaned his shoulders against the door and pitched his hips forward. He wanted to close his eyes with the pleasure that was coming, but he refused to miss a single moment of her mouth stuffed full of Rick Grimes.
Michonne nuzzled the base of his member and even that, her enjoying his scent, kicked up his desire. He leaked and she caught it with her thumb, and he watched as she spread his pre-cum along her bottom lip and licked it clean. She hummed and he hummed too, his heart knocking in his chest. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, making sure all of him was good and wet before she made her way to the head.
"Take it all," he demanded.
Michonne opened her mouth and took as much as she could, until he nudged the back of her throat. He caught her eye as she paused and swallowed several times, her muscles massaging him. Rick's lungs stopped functioning and his face contorted with the heavenly sensation. Michonne set to work on his cock, moving her head back and forth, using her hands, swallowing and slurping, purring and gulping, closing her eyes as she sucked him off.
Rick rocketed toward his release. He didn't want to come yet although he was tempted to let go inside her mouth. Taking a handful of her locs, he pulled until she released him. His cock glistened as it bounced in the space between them. He let go of her hair and guided her up; frantic to get inside her. The bedroom held a queen sized bed just a few feet away, but he was going to have her right there on the floor. He stared her down as he removed his clothes. Once naked, he sunk his face into her cleavage, lapping and kissing her delectable brown skin. He kneeled, and starting at her ankles, drew his hands up the soft skin of her toned legs, under her skirt and didn't stop until he grabbed hold of her thong and peeled it off. It was soaked with her desire.
"Keep your heels on and take off the rest," he told her, distracted by the wetness of the fabric. He breathed her scent off the material and unable to resist, he sucked on the wettest part, closing his lids as he savored her taste. He opened his eyes to her watching him as she undressed.
