Rubble: Devil's Rose #12

Chapter 32: Alice Owens

Once Ellie falls asleep in my arms, I gently carry her, with Nick trailing behind me, into her bedroom. Nick lays a gentle hand around my waist and we head into our bedroom. The lights are low, and I feel a sense of relaxation wash over me. He lays kisses on my neck, holding me in his arms.

"My beautiful girl," he grumbles, breathing me in.

And for about the millionth time since having my second baby, I feel my arousal build between my legs. This is just the first time I'm confident enough to act on it.

Thank god for girl talks.

I put more pressure on him, leaning in for support. Slipping his fingers slightly beneath the shoulder strap on my dress, he slips the strap along with my bra down my one arm.

Doing the same to the other strap, my dress falls to the floor, exposing my body to him although he can't see it because my back is to him. His sort of rough hands drift over my shoulders, down my back so he can unclip my bra which then falls onto the floor, and to my waist.

He wraps his hands around my waist, feeling the soft skin of my after-birth stomach. The lower part is covered in stretch marks, and it's like the insecurities light up in my brain.

Nick can tell, but he knows that just telling me that I'm beautiful doesn't exactly help me, he's going to show me that he thinks I'm beautiful.

He dips his fingers into my underwear and slowly pulls off the material as far as he can before it's my turn to take over. I let them fall to the floor, and I move my body, so I'm facing him now.

His eyes are hungry, soaking me in, his hands never leaving my skin. I run my tongue over my lower lip as I drink him in, missing that look in his green eyes.

I begin to unbutton his collared shirt, letting my hands drift over his lean yet muscular body.

He's so perfect. I couldn't have asked for a better, more handsome man.

I unbuckle his pants after his shirt slipped down to the floor, and I feel my patience hanging on by a thread. Fuck, I just want this man naked already.

As if he can tell, Nick helps me out, taking off his undershirt, pants, and underwear, and throwing them across the room.

We didn't have any socks and shoes on because we were in our backyard in the fall, there's no need for socks and shoes outside.

He cradles my face in my hands, and we move backward, toward the bed. He kisses me slowly as I sit, which is slightly awkward, but I don't point it out, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Breaking our kiss for as little as possible, I move on the bed so that my back is against the headboard, my legs spread apart just as Nick likes them.

He runs his fingers over my sensitive pussy, but it's different than how it felt before birth. It doesn't feel bad, just different, and I can't quite put my finger on it yet.

Maybe we'll have to do some experimenting to figure it out; that'll be fun for both of us.

After getting some of my arousal spread around my labia lips, he focuses specifically on my clit with his mouth. I arch into him, my fingers tangling through his hair just as I always do.

I can feel the tears gathering in my eyes, finally feeling like myself again, but I push them aside. I don't want Nick to worry about me or worse, stop what he's doing.

And he absolutely will if he sees that I'm getting emotional. His hands sitting firmly on my hips keep me grounded, both physically and emotionally, as he rumbles about how good I taste.

It takes a little bit longer than what I'm used to, but soon enough, I cum all over his mouth, the sounds of him sending me into a tizzy.

My thoughts are no longer settled on how I look but how good I feel which hasn't happened in quite some time. Goddamn, sex with my husband has healed me.

We should have done this earlier.

After Ellie, we both knew that we wanted no more children, so Nick got a vasectomy. Meaning that this experience is going to be better than anything I've ever felt in my life.

Using some lube along with some of my natural arousal, Nick tries to make this experience a little easier for me. I'm not sure if I'm going to feel sore at all or what this is going to feel like.

He slowly enters me, asking if I'm okay about ten times before he's fully inside of me. I moan out, loving the way that it feels.

"Oh my god, I missed this," I whimper, digging my fingernails into his shoulder.

Nick smirks, chuckling just a little bit.

"Good, baby, I'm so glad."

We smile at each other, and I can feel the tears brewing in my eyes again. But he doesn't stop, instead, he moves gracefully, holding my head lightly as he moves in and out.

The sex is gentle, and we both take it slow so that we can get used to any differences there may be. There aren't many, I'm not in pain or anything, which I sort of thought I would be.

I think it's more emotionally different than physically for me. My whole body knows that we were both waiting for this moment because I made it last.

I take more and more of him, wanting to feel everything. My orgasm arrives gradually, the build-up perfect to the main event. Bursting over him, my head tilting back and hips thrusting, Nick comes soon after me.

Once we've finished, he pulls out of me slowly, eyeing the mixing of our arousal.

"Most gorgeous woman in the world," he whispers, laying a kiss on my forehead.

"Most handsome man in the world," I answer back.

He carefully cleans me up, taking his time to mumble sweet nothings in my ear.

I think about the moments long before we were officially together, to the moments when were just friends, and I cannot believe that I let myself go on for so long thinking he wasn't totally in love with me.

He even denies it himself, but he knew exactly when I was going to come to the bar and made sure that he was there when I came in. Even on his days off.

And yes, he had no idea then, but he was most certainly in love with me but just didn't want to do anything about it. That's why he said yes to my whole "have sex with me" thing because he actually truly wanted to from before I asked.

I tease him about it but honestly, I'm just grateful to have to opportunity, the privilege to spend my life with him. I don't know how often it is that people spend their lives with their true love.

I don't think it's as often as we all hope it could be, but I get to do that, and I'm lucky for it.

Nick slides under the covers beside me, wraps an arm around my waist, and pulls me into him.

"Thank you for trusting me," he asserts.

I don't say anything back, knowing that I don't need to. I just bury my face into his neck and soak in his warmth. Rubbing small circles on my back, Nick holds me, cradling me in his arms.

This man turned my world upside down in the best way. I was becoming lost in the midst of trying to figure out who I was after my car accident.

I didn't know how to act or who I was, and I needed some guidance. I needed a way to get back to a person that I was comfortable being. I wouldn't have been able to do that without Nick.

My guiding hand, my forever support. We've helped each other in a lot of ways, and I learn something new about him every day. After five years, I'm still impressed with how complex and amazing and phenomenal he is.

I love every part of him, even the parts of himself that he finds hard to love.

My life is better with him in it.

And I'm ready and excited for every adventure that lies ahead.