Rubble: Devil's Rose #12

Chapter 13: Nicholas Frasier

I'm a total fucking simp. I couldn't care less.

I'm actually on my hands and knees for her. And absolutely will be again.

"Goddamn it, Alice," I groan as she continues making sweet and slow circles on her clit.

"Alright," she responds to my protest, chuckling, "I give in."

Thank fuck. I wrap my arms around her calves and yank her to my mouth. I moan as her taste hits my tongue, a shot of pleasure sent through my spine. My dick throbs as it hangs hard between my bent legs.

I can't even fucking think anymore. All I want is her. I want to make her feel so fucking good. Shit, I'm going to make her feel so fucking good that she'll want to puke at the thought of another man touching her, breathing near her.

Fuck it, she's not even going to remember her own name after this.

She humps my mouth, creating more friction desperately as she feels her legs tensing. Her fingers tangled through my hair and tugged on it without too much force, just how I like it.

I want to be crushed by her fucking thighs for Christ's sake. I don't stop flicking her clit with my tongue as she convulses, arousal spilling out of her.

I drink it up as if this is the only thing that going to keep me alive. It probably is the only thing that's going to.

I stand up from between her legs, gazing down at the most beautiful, most breathtaking woman that I have ever seen in my life as I roll a condom onto my cock.

Her breasts lay heavy against her chest, her brown eyes gazing up at me so soft, and her black hair messy from rubbing her sheets as I ruined her with my mouth. I lean down over her body and press a hard and passionate kiss to her lips.

My heart beats a mile a minute, my whole body lit up by her touch along my biceps and shoulders. With one hand propping me up on the bed so as to not crush her too much, I allow the other to guide me through her arousal before lining myself up with her vagina.

Once I've begun to slowly sink into her, my fingers find her left breast, squeezing and playing with her nipple, although not too hard.

I'm not interested in hurting her. That's the last thing I would ever want to fucking do.

"Shit," she moans out as thrust into her, her hip movements soon matching mine.

Every time I'm inside her, she's fucking perfect. The way her pussy envelopes me, wet and warm. Her sounds, her heavy breathing, the way her face scrunches up when it's feeling good or I hit her g-spot at the exact angle she likes.

She holds onto me, her fingertips digging into my skin, but it doesn't matter. I have to refocus her and bring her back to this moment because I know she gets distracted but it provides me something to concentrate on, so I don't mind.

Because if I get too lost in my own thoughts about how fucking she feels, I would be cumming in no time at all, and I want to make this good for her. I have to physically fight off the sensation.

However, after I few more thrusts, I can tell that she's going to cum soon. So, I keep doing what I'm doing, knowing that what I'm doing is working for both of us, and I cum first with her close behind.

I catch myself on my hands, so I don't fully break, grunting at the glorious feeling of cumming inside of her.

And although I know it's all going into a condom, it feels good all the same.

Once she's on birth control and feels comfortable with me going raw, I cannot wait for the fucking day.

I slowly pull myself out of her, take off and tie the condom, and then throw it into the bathroom trash. She follows behind me and turns on the hot water in her sink as she goes to the restroom.

It only took one time peeing by herself to get over the fact that I couldn't care less about her peeing with me in the bathroom.

While she doesn't exactly have to because it's not like I got my sperm inside of her, it's better to be safe about it than not. It's about the foreign object called my dick more than the sperm itself. That's what I think at least.

I get a clean washcloth from her closet and run it under the hot water. When she's finished using the restroom, I lift her up and set her on her counter. She leans into my hand, which cradles her face, as my other dips between her thighs with the washcloth so that I can carefully clean her genitals.

Her eyes flutter closed with exhaustion, and I know that it's time for us to go to bed. It's only about six in the evening, but we can get up at midnight and have a late-night snack and some lazy sex if that's what we want to do.

She has cheese and peanut butter crackers in her bedside drawers, so we each have a packet of those while we cuddle under the covers, chatting about our days and what we want to do tomorrow.

As we fall asleep in each other's arms, our eyes closed, I make small and comforting circles on her back with my thumb, so thankful that she trusts me enough for this.

It was so fucking brave of her to ask. Even if I didn't change my mind, and she felt rejected by it, it was a huge thing for her to do. Because her scars, which are barely even present on the sides of her legs anymore, have made her feel rejected for a long time.

But she knew that for herself, she was going to have to risk getting rejected again. And she fucking did it. The strongest fucking woman I know; that's exactly what she is. I'm so damn grateful I have her in my life.

Since we met, and most especially in these past couple of days, I've felt like a different man. Something inside me wants to be better for her or I don't know, I'm just different. Like there's something I'm living for other than myself.

It wasn't like I was thinking of not living or I was frustrated about only living for myself, but she's made me realize how much I miss living with someone else too. I like living for Alice more than anyone I've ever met.

I like her a whole lot.

I wake up as the sun shines through the window. This time, she's the one who's woken up before me, but she doesn't have any coffee in hand. She just lies in my arms softly, holding me, letting me know that she's there for me as much as I'm there for her.

I signal to her that I'm awake by pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head and sucking in a full breath of air. She sleeps with her windows open, so the hot summer air comes streaming in, circling us before flowing around the room.

Birds sing outside while cars rush back and forth. The morning is peaceful, calm, and the best start to my fucking day. Alice's body is warm against mine, her fingers playing with mine.

This is my own little slice of heaven.

That's when I realize that this has never been about sex for me. I mean, yes, the sex is a benefit, but it's not about that entirely. It's about special moments with her.

It's about learning what she likes and dislikes, spending time with her, and soaking her in. My heart and mind are begging for her to realize that I'm falling in love with her.

Maybe the more I spend time with her, she'll feel the same way too. And the fucking hasn't started that long ago, so I know that it's only brewing up the feelings that have always been there. I've always cared for her, but it's not until now that I realize, it's more.