The Proposition (The Proposition #1)(55)

She continued her slow assault on him, feeling him grow larger with her ministrations. She blew air on his glistening tip, which caused a low growl from Aidan. When he started to protest again, she slid him into her mouth. Aidan gasped and bucked his hips, causing her to take him deeper. She slid him in and out, sucking hard on the rim of his head, while gripping him with her hand. Each time she did, he moaned in pleasure. “Oh Em, oh f**k!” She sped up the pace as his fingers tangled into her hair. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he warned.

But she wanted all of him so she just kept working her mouth over his cock, taking him deeper and deeper each time along with suctioning more pressure around him. Finally, he cried out, lifting his h*ps and bathing the inside of her mouth with him. She licked and sucked until he was dry, and when she gazed up at him, his eyes burned down on her. “God, that was good!”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

He bent over and pulled her onto his lap. Emma felt herself grow wetter as she straddled him. Aidan’s hands found their way to her br**sts, lifting them out of her bustier. As he cupped them, he glanced up at her with a smirk. “I think I get the meaning of your little game now.”

“My game?” she asked innocently.

He nodded. “You wanted to prove to me that you can have a baby and still have a hot sex life.”

She arched her eyebrows. “Oh, do you think that what I just did was really that hot?”

Aidan rolled her ni**les between his fingers, causing them to harden. “You wearing something this sexy and then sucking me off? Hell yes, that’s incredibly hot.”

“I just wanted to welcome you home.” She rubbed herself over his slackened cock, bringing it back to life with several determined thrusts of her hips.

“Em, you’re driving me wild,” Aidan murmured, his lips brushing against her br**sts.

“Take me to bed then,” she commanded.

“With pleasure.” He gripped her by the h*ps and pushed her onto her feet. As he stood up, he dropped his underwear.

“And hurry up and take off your shirt. It smells,” Emma instructed as she started to the bedroom. She swayed her h*ps provocatively to get his attention. She snickered when she heard the buttons popping on Aidan’s shirt and them scattering across the hardwood floor. Only he would ruin an expensive shirt for sex.

She barely made it down the hall before he reached her side. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his arms. His breath scorched against her cheek. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll scream my name.”

Emma shivered in anticipation as she pressed herself against Aidan. “Shh, we’ll have to be quiet, or we’ll wake Mason,” she replied.

Aidan snickered. “I didn’t expect an audience.”

“Well, what do you suggest?”

He glanced across the hall and then pulled her into the guest bedroom. He started to shut the door, but Emma shook her head. “I won’t be able to hear Mason.”

Aidan grunted in frustration and then pushed her towards the bed. His fingers deftly unhooked the clasps on her bustier. When her br**sts were freed, his mouth immediately closed over one nipple. His erection pressed against her belly, and she felt herself growing more and more aroused. His hands went to her panties, shimming them down her legs.

He spun her around and bent her over the edge of the bed, her elbows resting on the mattress. He spread her legs further apart. His c**k nudged her entrance from behind, and he asked, “Is this okay?”

“Umm, hmm,” she murmured.

On the first thrust, Emma cried out. Aidan leaned over her back, his voice ringing in her ear. “Don’t wake Mason up,” he warned.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. “What happened to making me scream?” she panted.

“Oh, I can still do that.” His hand reached around and found her throbbing clit. He stroked it as he pounded in and out of her. “Is it too much, babe?” he asked, in a hoarse voice. She knew he was still afraid of doing anything to hurt the baby.

She shook her head. “No, it’s good. So good.” Aidan’s other hand snaked around to cup her breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers. “Yes, oh yes!” Emma cried, almost reaching her first orgasm.

When Aidan removed his hand, she mewled in frustration. Once her high started unraveling, he brought his fingers back, deftly stroking and caressing her, building her back up again. “Yes! Oh, Aidan, oh please! Aidan!” she cried.

“Please what?”

“Please keep touching me! Please make me come!”

He stroked her faster and faster until she pressed her face against the mattress, fisting the sheets in her hands, and screamed.

Feeling himself close, Aidan gripped Emma’s h*ps tighter and buried his face in her neck. He came so hard but didn’t bother masking his throaty cries. When he was finished, he pulled her up and turned her around to face him. “If you keep giving me homecomings like this, I think I’ll request to travel even more.”

“Aw, that would be nice, but then I would miss you too much during the week.”

Aidan grinned. “Miss me or the sex?” he asked, throwing back her usual question.

She cocked her head. “Why the sex of course!”

He grunted and smacked her playfully on the ass. “I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again. That mouth of yours is trouble.”