Her naked body is a thing of pure beauty. A work of art, really, in its most vulnerable state. Her endless, delectable chocolate skin. Her muscular arms, toned stomach, and soft, strong thighs, all perfectly sculpted. Her plump breasts, looking like small mountains beneath her puffy dark brown nipples. He can't wait to roam those peaks and valleys. It's almost unbelievable that she's lying there on her bed, perfectly still, just waiting for him.
He looms over her, still fully dressed, feeling himself getting harder with every second that passes. The longer he stares, the less in control he feels.
"Rick," she whispers, opening her legs wide for him.
He responds by running his finger along her inner thigh. She shivers at his touch, but then her hips move up to meet his hand, and suddenly, he's roaming the outer lips of her soft pussy. Just one finger, teasingly grazing her bikini line, then slowly across her slit. He can hear her breathing getting heavier, more labored as he massages her clit just long enough for it to be torturous, then makes his way back to her thigh.
"Please," she whispers, spreading her legs even more.
"Please what, Michonne?" He's tormenting her and he knows it, trailing back towards her center in painfully slow motions.
"Just do it," she begs, biting her lip.
Keeping his eyes on her face, he casually moves his finger over her clit once more, then adds his middle finger, exploring the folds of her delectable pussy, finally. She feels warm to the touch, and it's so soft. "How's that?"
She nods excitedly, feeling her entire body twitching in anticipation of him penetrating her. "Perfect."
He continues to gently stroke her sensitive bud, watching in amusement as her body contorts to his every move. Then he penetrates with one finger, then the other, feeling her cum instantly coat his hand. He can't believe how wet she is, and how hard it makes him. He watches her fondle her nipples, and now his cock is pressed uncomfortably against his jeans. He wants her. Badly. He wants to feel her, he wants to taste her, he wants to fuck her.
"Rick," she calls out to him in a soft moan. She reaches out to touch him, her slender fingers grazing the hardened bulge in his pants as she tries to unbuckle his belt. He doesn't stop fingering her, and in fact, only plunges deeper, the closer she gets to freeing his throbbing dick. Her moans get louder and louder.
"God, I've wanted to do this forever," he admits in a husky whisper. He helps her unbutton his jeans and moves in close to her mouth as she takes him into her hands. He's so stiff, he can barely breathe.
"I know," she answers breathily. She lifts her head to meet his, her tongue just about to lick the tip, and she looks up at him...
Rick's eyes popped open frantically, just when his dream was becoming too good to be true, and he stared up at the ceiling for several seconds. Confused by the addition of a ceiling fan, he turned to his right, finding Michonne sitting next to him. She seemed to be engaged in some book, oblivious to the fact that he was having dreams of fucking her. That he was aroused by it, even. He covered his face with his hand and tried to will the thoughts away.
Michonne glanced his way when she noticed him move, glad to see him awake, finally. She smiled down at him brightly. "Hey."
