A breathy moan turned into a laugh. “You’re smooth, Big Papa. Very, very smooth,” she replied, repeating Casey’s line from earlier that day.
With his fingers still working their magic, he eased her down onto the bed. He curled up beside her. Her eyes pinched shut as she writhed against his hand, bucking her hips against him as he sped up his pace. “Mmm, please,” she murmured, her breath hot against his cheek.
“Please what, babe?”
“Make me come, Aidan.” The moment his thumb brushed against her clit, her fingers gripped the edges of the blanket as she cried out.
Not wasting anytime, he slid his fingers out of her still clenching walls and discarded her panties. He wrangled out of his boxers and rose up on his knees. With her expanding belly, it was always interesting finding a position. Spreading her legs, he thrust himself inside her.
Emma wrapped her legs tight around his waist, and he gripped her behind the knees. As he pounded into her, she raised her arms above her head and fisted the sheets. When she bit down on her lip to keep her passionate cries quiet, Aidan stilled his movements. “Don’t be bashful, Em. Let me hear you,” he urged.
Her cheeks tinged pink. “What if someone else does?”
“Who cares? I want to hear you. I want to know what I do to you.”
She trembled at his words. “Okay,” she murmured.
He grinned down at her. “Good.” When he plunged back inside her, he was rewarded with a low moan from Emma. Bringing his hand between them to stroke her while he moved in and out caused her to shriek and then scream. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as Emma’s cries were music to his ears. It wasn’t long before she went over the edge, calling out his name over and over again. He continued thrusting in and out of her as her walls convulsed around him. He wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to prolong his pleasure as long as possible. But when he felt Emma tightening herself around him, his eyes snapped open. She smiled triumphantly at him as he started to let himself go. Now it was his turn to emit deep, throaty cries and groan.
Once he finished shuddering inside of her, Aidan rolled over on his back, collapsing beside Emma on the bed. His chest heaved, and he fought to catch his breath.
She snuggled up to him and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Aidan.”
“I know,” he panted. The loud smack of her hand coming down on his thigh echoed through the room along with his deep chuckle. He turned to catch her outraged expression. “And I fucking love you too, Emma.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Three Weeks Later
Emma surveyed her reflection in Grammy’s full length mirror. Turning left and right, she let the poofy layers of her bridal gown twirl around her. In her mind, the dress had been the most beautiful thing she had ever seen with its empire waist flowing into yards of satin along with the intricate pearl and sequined encrusted beading of the bodice. She never imagined finding such a beautiful maternity bridal gown, especially on short notice.
But now that the big day had arrived, she wasn’t so sure. “Ugh, I think it’s safe to say I look like the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man,” she moaned.
“Oh hell no, you do not!” Casey argued, adjusting the glittering tiara at the top of Emma’s head.
Emma’s cousin, Stacy, nodded as she helped to fluff out the long veil. “Don’t be silly, Em. You’re absolutely gorgeous.”
“If I were straight, I’d totally want my bride to look just like you,” Connor said, with a wicked grin.
“Oh God, you’re starting to sound too much like Aidan,” Emma replied.
“Now you listen to them, sugar. You look stunning!” Grammy cried from behind Emma. She hadn’t even looked up from digging around in her jewelry box for one of Emma’s “borrowed” items. The blue lace interwoven into her garter counted for her something “blue” while the dress and veil completed the “new”. Carefully concealed under the yards of fabric was her “old” in the form of a pair of cowboy boots. Today she was going for comfort as well as shoes that fit on her swollen feet and wouldn’t make her trip and fall.
Emma sighed. “I appreciate you guys trying to make me feel better, but seriously, it’s a toss up between the Stay Puff dude and The Michelin Tire guy.”
Casey snorted. “Stop fishing for compliments.” Grasping Emma’s shoulders, she turned her around. “You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen in my entire life, and I’m including myself in that figure! It doesn’t matter if you’re seven months pregnant. The moment you start down that altar, you’re going to take Aidan’s breath away.”