Rubble: Devil's Rose #12

Chapter 28: Alice Owens

"You're my perfect girl. Such a good girl, baby. Good job, sunshine," Nick whispers into my ear as I settle deeply into his lap; my chest now pressed to his chest and my face buried in his neck.

He directs me to stand on shaky legs and take off my shorts. While I doing that, he takes off his pants and settles back down on the couch. His sex eyes set me ablaze, his focus one hundred percent on me.

I'm about to ask if we need to grab a condom, but it hits me that it's a bit too late to be asking that question. I sink down onto his hard cock, Nick letting out a groan as I go deeper. I grind on his cock, getting into a rhythm that we can both enjoy.

I keep a firm grasp on his broad and sturdy shoulders, my head tilted back just slightly. With one hand on my hip and the other firm on my right breast, we fuck slowly, intimately.

Neither of us are in a rush for this to end. The sex the night I told him I was pregnant was a little more frantic than this almost as if we were just trying to feel each other after two weeks.

Plus, we were both excited about our future so that just spurred us on.

This time though, it's calm, somewhat relaxing in the best way. We have the rest of our lives to have rough, intensely passionate sex, but this is the most intimate it's ever felt.

Nick sits up and moves his body to the back of the couch, so he can sit straight with support. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

Cradling the sides of his head, and stopping the rhythm of my hips, we kiss long and slow. The tongues are brief but perfect, the small circles on my back from his fingers relieving all tension within me.

His hand moves back around my waist, and he presses on my lower stomach, sending shock waves through me. I feel his thumb on my sensitive clit, and I suck in a breath of pleasure.

He kisses my collarbone as my head tilts back, my vagina enveloping him tightly. Moans rumble from the back of his throat when I pick back up my movement.

"Baby, fuck," he grunts out, his grip becoming tighter.

I love when that happens because I know he wants to lose all control.

And I'm the only person that he trusts to do that with.

Thrusting up into me, Nick speeds up the process - my impatient man - and I cum all over his cock, my body shuddering. I feel him erupt into me, his warm cum filling me up.

He kisses me firmly, leaving his touch searing like an imprint. We stay in this position while we settle ourselves, both knowing that I wouldn't be able to stand anyway. But we soon get uncomfortable, and I let out light whimpers as I get off of him, my body so incredibly sensitive.

Our cum mixed together around my labia drips down my legs as I walk. He lifts me up onto his bathroom counter, connected to his bedroom which we didn't even make it into, and wipes me clean.

He then turns on the shower, and we step into it once it's hot enough for the both of us. He likes it to the point where it's burning his skin off, and I don't find it necessary, so we found out compromise.

There are so many little things in a relationship that I didn't even think about before being in one. Things like what the perfect temperature in the shower is so that we can both be in there at the same time and be happy with it.

And the maximum number of covers that I can take in the bed before Nick gets frustrated and steals them back. I didn't know that would be a conversation for us, but it absolutely was, and I think I'm going to be thinking about it all the time.