The Proposal (The Proposition #2)(70)



“Yes.”

Dipping his head back between her legs, Aidan licked a slow trail up her moistened slit. His fingers came to spread her warmth before he thrust his tongue inside. As he plunged in and out of her, Emma bit down on her lip to keep her vocal cries silent, but a deep moan rumbled through her chest. With one hand, she grasped the side of the hot-tub while the other went to the strands of Aidan’s hair.

After he removed his tongue from inside her and began circling and suckling her clit, he thrust one finger and then two into her. Mimicking the crooking he had done before with his finger, he hit her g-spot, and Emma threw her head back and screamed. As he continued to assault her with his fingers and tongue, she cried out his name. Her hand abandoned his hair and both went to grip the sides of the hot-tub. Her h*ps moved against his mouth and fingers, forcing him deeper, as she lifted her ass on and off the side of the hot-tub. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand anymore, she tensed as she came hard and fast.

“Aidan! Oh yes! YES!” she cried.

Although she was still clenching around his fingers, Aidan used his other arm to pull her off the side of the hot-tub to straddle him. Instead of having her face him, he turned her to ride him the opposite way. He replaced his fingers with his pulsing erection. He groaned against her back when he slid deep inside. Gripping Emma’s hips, he worked her on and off his cock.

Emma leaned back so she could turn her head to kiss him. Her arm curved around to wrap her fingers in his tousled hair. As his tongue plunged into her mouth, his hands left her waist to cup her aching br**sts. He kneaded the flesh and twisted her ni**les into hardened peaks, causing her to gasp with pleasure into his mouth.

“Can you take it harder, babe?” he panted against her cheek.

“Yes.”

His hands left her br**sts, and he once again gripped her waist. He raised his h*ps to thrust harder as he pushed her on and off his cock. Emma glanced over her shoulder at him before clenching her walls tight around him. “Oh f**k, Em,” he muttered before throwing his head back against the hot tub wall.

Bracing her hands on her thighs, she rode him faster and faster until they were both grunting and groaning with pleasure as the sound of smacking skin and thrashing water echoed through the room. After awhile, Aidan asked in a ragged breath, “Are you close?”

“Maybe,” she replied.

His response was to take one of his hands and bring it between her legs. The moment his fingers rubbed against her clit, she came undone. She cried out his name again as she collapsed back against him, resting her head against his shoulder. He gave a few more hard thrusts before spilling himself inside her.

Once Aidan finished convulsing, he wrapped his arms tightly around her before kissing a moist trail up her neck. “Damn, that was worth the wait.”

Since she could barely move, Emma murmured, “You think?”

“Oh yes.”

“I’m glad you think so. I wanted our first time making love as man and wife to be special.” Glancing at him, she grinned. “I’m not sure what we just did qualified as making love, but I’ll take it.”

Her body rose and fell with his laugher. “No, it wasn’t. I’ll make it up to you. Next time it’ll be slow and gentle—real lovemaking for my wife.” When he sucked on her earlobe, she shivered.

“Mmm, that sounds good.” Their moment was interrupted by Emma’s stomach rumbling.

“Guess you worked up an appetite, huh?” Aidan mused.

“I’m always hungry lately. Or I guess I should say Noah is always hungry lately.”

“Go on and raid the pantry.”

“You sure?”

With a cocky grin, he asked, “What kind of sex-obsessed ass**le would I be to deny you sustenance?”

“Hmm, your usual self?” she teased.

“Not funny.” He grunted before easing out of her and gently pushing her to her feet. When she wobbled a bit, his hands grabbed her waist. “Easy now. Let me help you out.” After he climbed out of the hot-tub, he took both of her hands in his to make sure she didn’t slip.

She rewarded his efforts with a kiss. “Thank you, my love.”

“You’re welcome.”

Two terry cloth robes hung behind the door, and after toweling off, Emma gladly threw on one. She padded down the hallway into the kitchen. Flinging open the massive stainless steel refrigerator door, she eyed the contents. Aidan must’ve placed quite an order for them because there was a huge vegetable tray, one of all kind of sandwich meats and cheeses, and a bowl of fresh fruit.

After grabbing the vegetable and fruit, her eyes landed on a can of whipped cream. Glancing back at the bedroom, she nibbled her lip and wondered if she had the sassiness to actually suggest it. Turning around, she placed the items on the counter before taking a deep breath and grabbing it. As she started munching on some carrots and celery, she knew what she really wanted. “Babe?” she called.

“Yeah?”

“Did you bring in that box of food that Grammy sent with the BBQ leftovers?”

“Hang on. I think it’s in here.”

While she heard him fumbling around in the mountain of suitcases, she opened the fruit bowl. She was half-way through it when he finally appeared. “Grammy’s to-go boxes look like luggage,” he mused.

“She’s serious about the Tupperware and containers.” Motioning to the floral bag, Emma said, “I bought her that from the Americus Mart in Atlanta.” Then something else caught her eye, and she gulped. “You found my handcuffs?”

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