He grimaced. “It’s just…I’m worried because it’s been awhile for me. If I’m being totally honest, it’s one of the longest periods of going without sex in my adult life, and I’m worried about getting too carried away.”
“It’ll be fine. Trust me, I’ll let you know if something is wrong.”
Aidan gave her a wary look before he nodded.
“Now why don’t you make love to me? Nice and slow,” she said.
Aidan blew out a puff of air. “I can try.”
Emma couldn’t help giggling at the determined expression on his face. “I can’t believe Mr. Aidan Fitzgerald—Sex God Extraordinaire—is doubting his bedroom abilities.”
At her taunting, Aidan’s expressed flipped over from anxious to smoldering in barely a second. “There goes that mouth of yours again,” he replied, his voice low and husky.
“Umm, hmm,” Emma murmured, bringing his face to hers. She needed his warm lips on hers desperately. Sliding her tongue into his mouth, she caressed his, causing him to groan deep in the back of his throat.
Emma reached between them and took his erection in her hand. She stroked him hard and fast, causing Aidan’s jaw to clench. After working his glorious length a few more moments, Aidan grunted, his h*ps bucking back and forth into her hand.
“Em,” he murmured.
She then guided his erection to her folds. He entered her slowly, tediously, inch by inch, until she was filled with him. She realized then how much she had missed the feeling of him being inside her. When he pulled out, Emma gasped at the empty feeling. His frantic eyes met hers, and she smiled. “It’s okay. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
“I’ll try,” he replied, plunging back inside of her.
Emma gripped Aidan’s shoulders while widening her legs. His pace became exquisitely languorous. With each stroke, Emma raised her h*ps to meet him. They moved in perfect unison together, panting and drawing breaths in the same measure.
Aidan took Emma’s hand and brought it between them. “Touch yourself,” he instructed. Embarrassment filled her at his request. When she started to jerk her hand away, Aidan shook his head. “If you won’t touch yourself, then touch me…touch us.”
A shudder went through her at his words, and she felt herself not only relenting but feeling wildly turned on. Tentatively, she slid her hand down to where they were joined, feeling him sliding in and out of her. She ran her fingers over his cock, slick from their shared arousals. Aidan moaned in approval. “Yeah, babe. Oh f**k, that feels good.” After working him over, she finally brought her hand back to her cl*t and started to stroke and rub it.
Closing her eyes, she let the feeling wash over her. It was almost too much—the sensation from Aidan thrusting in and out coupled with stimulating herself. It didn’t take long for an orgasm to build and ripple through her. “Aidan! Oh Aidan!” she screamed.
“Oh, f**k, Em, I don’t think I’m going to last much longer,” Aidan said, through gritted teeth.
She brought her lips to his, kissing him hard and passionately while he shuddered and came into her. He fell against her like he usually did, covering her body with his. “Dammit to hell!” he cursed. His expression was one of horror when he met her gaze. “Christ, did I hurt you just then?”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Aidan, would you stop worrying? I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
She grinned. “Maybe ready for dessert.”
He snorted. “I thought what we just did was some f**king wild dessert!”
“Hmm, well, that was really, really hot, but I’m more in the mood for something cold and sweet.” When he quirked his eyebrows at her, she giggled. “But what we just did was pretty sweet too!”
“Let me guess. Ben & Jerry’s are calling your name, huh?”
Emma nodded.
“Then let me be a true gentleman and go get it for you.”
“Ooh, post sex ice cream…how romantic!” she mused.
“There goes that mouth of yours again,” Aidan replied, as he climbed out of bed and started for the kitchen.
“Good thing I’m about to fill it with ice cream, huh?”
Aidan winked at her over his shoulder. “I could think of something better to cram in your mouth.”
She tossed a pillow at him for his audacity. “Go get the ice cream, and I’ll think of letting you back in this bed.”
“Oh, you’ll let me back. In fact, I’ll wager you’ll be begging me.”
As he started out of the bedroom, Emma couldn’t help shivering in anticipation of what the rest of the night held in store.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Drifting between sleep and consciousness, Emma felt something moist trailing up her bare back and over her neck. When Aidan pressed his morning erection against her backside, her eyes flew open. She turned to gaze at him over her shoulder. “Good morning to you, too. Or should I say the both of you,” she said, her voice laced with amusement.
Aidan’s chuckle hummed in her ear. “I’m sorry I woke you. I couldn’t help getting so turned on when I woke up next to a fiery, na**d goddess.”
“Are you thinking by merely flattering me I’m going to let you have your way with me again?”
“I sure as hell hope so.”
“Hmm, I thought I gave you your consolation sex prize last night. I don’t recall this morning being a part of the deal.”
“So you want to tease me and play hard to get, huh?” Aidan snaked his hand across her belly and between her legs. She sucked in a breath. “Was that a yes?” he asked, his fingers speeding up their tempo.
“It’s definitely not a no,” she murmured, tilting her head back against his shoulder.
Just as she felt herself building to an orgasm, the familiar morning nausea seized her. “No, no, stop!” she cried.
Aidan gazed down at her in surprise. “What’s wrong?”
“I—” She clapped her hand over her mouth, willing herself not to throw up on him. She clambered over his legs and streaked into the bathroom. She barely made it before her stomach clenched. She gripped the sides of toilet seat and retched violently. Over and over, her stomach heaved. Exhausted, she sank to her knees. When she glanced up, Aidan stood framed in the doorway. He had managed to slide on his underwear, and she noticed her episode had killed his libido.
“Morning sickness?”