The Proposal

by Katie Ashley

  “No,” she murmured.

  His fingers trailed down over her chin and down her neck to cup her breast. “You want my mouth here?” he repeated.

  She shook her head. Releasing her breast, he slid his hand down her hip to cup the mound between her legs. “Do want my mouth here?”

  “Yes. Please,” she whimpered as his hand began to work her into a frenzy.

  “Then come here.”

  Emma cried out in frustration when Aidan took his hand away. He backed up toward the hot tub. She watched as his deliciously naked form climbed inside. He crooked his finger at her. Still clutching the belt, she let it fall from her fingers to clatter to the floor. When she stepped into the hot tub, Aidan was still standing. Gently, he pushed her to have a seat on the side. Kneeling down before her, his hands went to her knees to widen her legs.

  Glancing up at her, Aidan feathered his fingertips back and forth over her outer thighs, causing her to shiver. Emma bit down on her lip to keep from arching her hips toward him. Leaning over, he began tediously kissing and nibbling his way up the inside of her thigh. Just when his warm breath hovered over her mound, he turned and began to give her other thigh the same attention. “Aidan…”

  “What babe?”

  “Stop being a tease,” she murmured.

  His laugh vibrated against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He raised his head. “I’m sorry. You did tell me where you wanted my mouth, right?”

  “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 hips 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 breasts. He kneaded the flesh and twisted her nipples 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 breasts, and he once again gripped her waist. He raised his hips 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 fuck, 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 asshole 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?”

  A mischievous grin curved on his lips. “While looking for the leftovers, I found your treat bag.”

  Her cheeks warmed at the thoughts of some of the items. “Most of what was in there were joke gifts from my lingerie shower. Not real stuff for us to use.”

  “Then why did you bring them?”

  She shrugged. “I was in a hurry, so I just threw it all in the bag.”

  Aidan twirled the furry green handcuffs on his finger. “You don’t want to try these?”

  Nibbling on her lip, she said, “I will if you will.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Slowly she walked around the side of the counter. Aidan hadn’t even bothered putting on a robe or any clothes. She snatched the handcuffs off his finger with one hand while she brought her other to his chest. Pushing him, she directed him over to one of the kitchen chairs. “Sit,” she instructed.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he replied, a curious gleam in his eye.

  Opening up one of the cuffs, she took his hand. Without p
rotesting, Aidan let her snap it around his wrist. Walking behind him, she pulled his other hand back and then cuffed him. Aidan tugged against the binding, but it didn’t give. “Hmm, am I your prisoner now?”

  “Maybe.”

  Glancing over her shoulder, the can of whipped cream caught her eye. When she started over to get it, Aidan shimmied around in the chair. “Where are you going?”

  She grinned back at him. “You’ll see.” She grabbed the can then made her way back over to him.

  He gazed at the can and then cocked his brows at her. “And just what do you plan to do with that?”

  “Why eat it of course.” She shook it up and then popped off the top. Leaning over, she squirted a zigzagging line from his chest-bone down to his belly button. Aidan jerked at the cold liquid hitting his skin. Straddling him, she eased down on his lap. When she licked her lips in anticipation, Aidan’s growing erection bucked between them. She stared down at it and grinned. “Down boy. You’ll get your turn.”

  Aidan groaned at the insinuation and let his head fall back. She brought her mouth to his chest and started licking and sucking off the whipped cream. Aidan’s breath hitched as she went further down, nibbling and tasting his skin. Just when she got to his erection, she started her way back up his chest. He let out a frustrated gasp of air and bucked his hips. Once she had licked his chest clean, she climbed off his lap.

  “Stand up.”

  “Wait-what?” Aidan frantically asked.

  Emma rolled her eyes. “Do you honestly think I’m getting on my knees on this hardwood?” She made a tsking noise. “You gotta work with me Big Papa.”

  A relieved look flashed on his face. “Thank God.”

  She brought her lips to his, giving him a long, lingering kiss. Aidan swept his tongue around her mouth and over her lips, searching out the sweetness of the whipped cream. Sliding her hand between them, she worked her fingers over his hardness.

  Aidan moaned against her lips. She released him and then broke their kiss to ease down in the chair. His hands fought against the cuffs. “Take off your robe,” he commanded.

  She glanced up at him and shook her head. “Please?” he croaked.

  “You really want me naked?”

  “Mmm, you know I always want to see you. Your breasts, your legs, your pussy.”

  “Aidan!” she squealed dropping the whipped cream.

  “What?”

  “I can’t believe you said that word!”

  “Which one?” he teased.

  Knowing he wouldn’t let up until she said it, she whispered, “Pussy.”

  He chuckled. “What would you rather me say? Your cu—”

  Her hand flew over his mouth to silence him, and she shook her head wildly. “No, no! That one is even worse.”

  When she took her hand away, a smirk curved on his lips. “Emma, did you not enjoy me stroking and licking your pussy tonight?”

  “Please stop saying that!” She bent over to pick up the whipped cream can.

  “When I get out of these handcuffs, I’m going to finger your—”

  She shot him a warning look. “I mean it, Aidan.”

  A wicked grin flashed on his face. “You’re going to beg me to fuck your…down there.”

  Fighting not to smile, she said, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to use the sash of this robe to gag you so I don’t have to hear you anymore.”

  Aidan chuckled. “At least that means you’d be naked.”

  “You’re impossible.”

  “Come on, babe. I just saw every inch of you fifteen minutes ago.”

  “Fine, fine. If it’ll shut you up,” she huffed. She untied the sash, and the bulky robe fell from her body.

  Aidan gave her an appreciative wink. “Thank you, beautiful.”

  She glanced shyly up at him. “You’re welcome.”

  Cocking his head, he then asked, “Now will you please suck me off?”

  Emma busted out laughing. “When you ask nicely like that, of course I will,” she teased. She waved the can of whipped cream at him. “But let’s sweeten the pot, okay?”

  “Mmm, okay.”

  After squirting a considerable about of whipped cream into the palm of her hand, she started slathering Aidan’s cock. He shuddered and closed his eyes. When she leaned over to flick her tongue across the tip, he groaned. She slid her tongue from the root back to the tip, nipping and licking off the sweetness. Then she gripped him in one hand and swept him into her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks, she suctioned him hard.

  He bucked his hips while his arms flexed against the binding of the cuffs. She knew he wanted to be free to wrap his fingers in her hair. When she let him fall free of her mouth, his body trembled. “Em, please.”

  Ignoring him, she went about licking off the remaining whipped cream while making long strokes with her hand. Her fingers were almost stuck together, so she sped up the pace. Taking only the tip back in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around and around the shaft, alternating between suctioning it and teasingly flicking it. Aidan’s chest heaved, and his breath came in raspy pants.

  When she took him deeper in her mouth, a groan rumbled through his chest. She could feel him tensing and tightening for release. She jerked him harder and faster in her hand while her mouth worked over him. “Yes…uh…oh God, Em!” A shudder ran through his body as he came into her mouth. “Fuck yes!” His hips jerked and bucked through his release.

  He gazed down at her with a thoroughly fucked gleam in his eyes. “Please tell me you have a key for these?”

  Rising out of the chair, she then crooked her finger for him to follow her down the hall, and he happily obliged.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  One Month Later

  Aidan trudged through the garage door, exhausted at the prospect of boarding a plane for Charlotte in just a few hours. At least he’d gotten to leave work a little early. After he dropped his briefcase on the kitchen table, he called, “Em?”

  “I’m in the nursery,” she replied, her voice muffled from above.

  He smiled as he started up the stairs. Her voice raised in song trilled back to him. When he got to the nursery doorway, he saw her bustling around, putting away some blue blankets in the chest of drawers. “Hey baby.”

  She whirled around. “Hey. I was just finishing up in here, and then I was going to pack your bag.”

  With a grimace, he said, “I’m still not so sure about leaving you.”

  She crossed the room to him. “It’s going to be fine. You’ll barely be gone for two days.”

  “I still don’t like it.”

  Emma wrapped her arms around his neck. “My due date isn’t for another three and a half weeks. First babies rarely come early, so it’s going to be fine.”

  “You’re still having Casey come spend the night with you, right?”

  She grinned. “Yes, worry-wart. In fact, she and Connor are taking me to dinner, and then we’re having a slumber party.”

  Aidan laughed. “That should be an interesting evening.”

  “Jealous that you’ll miss the make-overs and gossip?”

  “No, I think I’ll pass.”

  “Suit yourself.”

  He gazed around the light blue nursery walls. At first, he was skeptical about Emma’s idea of doing a Noah’s Arc theme to play on Noah’s name. Through her work contacts, she had found an artist to draw a rainbow and animal themed mural along the walls. He couldn’t believe how amazing it had turned out. The last piece of furniture had been delivered the week before, so the room was now outfitted with a bed, changing table, chest of drawers, and glider and ottoman. Now all it needed was Noah himself to complete the picture. “Looks like you’ve got everything just about ready for Little Man’s arrival.”

  She nodded while rubbing her belly. “Just a few more stuffed animals…the full-sized giraffe and elephant are still on backorder.”

  “More stuffed animals? You already have enough animals in here to make a zoo.”

  She
grinned. “No, it’s an Arc we’re going for, babe.”

  “Whatever.”

  She grabbed his hand. “Come on. You can shower and shave while I get you packed.”

  “Are you insinuating I stink?”

  She giggled as they started down the stairs. “No, but considering you overslept this morning and ran out the door without shaving, least of all showering, I’m thinking you should have one before your business dinner tonight.”

  “I thought you liked it when I had a little stubble?”

  She smiled and rubbed his cheek. “I do, baby.”

  His reached out to caress her backside as they started into the bedroom. “You usually like it most when it’s rubbing against your thighs as I’m going down on you.”

  “Aidan Fitzgerald!” she squealed smacking his hand away.

  He laughed. “You know it’s the truth.”

  She wagged a finger at him. “Go get in the shower, dirty boy.”

  Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her to him. “I could be a lot dirtier if we were to have a quickie—a nice send-off before I have to leave.”

  She squirmed out of his arms. “You need to clean up, and then you have a flight to catch, mister. So get busy.”

  Aidan groaned. “You’re such a party pooper lately. No loving for your man. I thought the sex ban wasn’t supposed to happen until after Noah was born.”

  He knew he was in serious trouble when her green eyes narrowed at him. “Yeah, well, I’m so sorry that I’m exhausted from working full-time, keeping up this house, and most of all, carrying your son whose Fitzgerald stubbornness knows no bounds when he wants to kick and move all night when he should be sleeping,” she countered.

  Raking his hand through his hair, he gave a defeated sigh. “I’m sorry. I just miss you—I miss us. That’s all,” he said before he trudged into the bathroom.

  He showered and shaved in record time. Wrapping a towel around his waist, Aidan opened the bathroom door. He took one step into the bedroom and froze. His mouth gaped open in shock.

  Emma lounged on the bed, propped up on her elbows in the green negligee he had bought for their engagement night that she never got to wear. What truly made his cock twitch was the fact she was wearing her cowboy boots and a cowboy hat.