When Emma’s last orgasm tightened her walls around Aidan’s cock, he thrust one last time and then let himself go inside her. “Oh, f**k, Emma!” he cried before collapsing on top of her.
They lay entangled together, catching their breath. “Don’t ever doubt yourself again,” Aidan murmured into her ear.
“Really?”
He pulled back to smile at her. “Totally.”
“Thanks. You were pretty amazing yourself.”
“I think I already got that fact from how vocal you were.” He pushed the hair out of her face. “You’re certainly not shy in the bedroom, are you?”
Mortified at what she might have said or done in the heat of passion, Emma buried her face in Aidan’s neck. “Oh my God,” she murmured.
“Yeah, you like to say that one a lot, too. Of course, I’m a bigger fan of when you scream my name,” he mused. When she continued hiding her face from him, he nudged her playfully. “Come on, Em. Don’t be embarrassed. It was sexy as hell.”
“Really?” she squeaked.
“Yes.”
After exhaling a satisfied little sigh, she pulled away to smile shyly at him. “I guess I got carried away because I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“You didn’t have sex like that with your fiancée?”
“Yes, but I loved him.” At Aidan’s furrowed brows, she blushed. “What I mean is I thought I’d never enjoy sex unless I was in love with the person.”
“Well, I’m glad I could prove you wrong,” he mused.
They lay quietly for a few minutes. Emma could tell Aidan wasn’t one for post-coital cuddling, which further cemented his image as a womanizer to her. She watched as he kept staring up at the ceiling or shifting under the covers. He probably didn’t sleep with most of the women he went to bed with. He cleared his throat. “Wanna join me in the shower?”
“Not yet. I’m supposed to wait before doing that.”
“Why?”
She blushed. “Are you sure you really want to hear about all this?”
“Of course I am.”
Emma couldn’t believe that after just sleeping with Aidan she couldn’t bring herself to say certain words in front of him or explain to him some aspects of successful conceiving.
He nudged her with his elbow. “Come on, Em. What is it?”
“Fine. I read that you should wait twenty or thirty minutes before using the bathroom or showering. You know, to help the sperm along and everything.”
“That’s it? I thought by the way you were acting it was something truly embarrassing.” Aidan grinned.
“Trust me. Talking like this to you is mortifying.”
“Okay, whatever. So the deal with the sperm is it’s kinda like a ‘you can’t go swimming for thirty minutes after you eat’ kinda thing?”
“I guess,” she murmured.
“What else are you supposed to do?”
“Aidan,” she protested.
“Come on. You can do it. You just said sperm in front of me, and I didn’t run for the hills. I think I can handle it.”
A giggle escaped her lips. “Well, they did say you could put a pillow under your hips. It helps tilt the cervix and uterus.”
Aidan shook his head. “Okay, you got me. You said the intolerable word, uterus. I’m outta here.”
She swatted him playfully as he pretended to rise out of the bed. He kissed her forehead. “Damn, you’re sexy even being embarrassed.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Seriously, Emma, I grew up with four sisters in a small three bedroom, two bath house. I’ve seen and heard enough female stuff to scar any guy psychologically for years. I promise there’s nothing you can possibly say that will gross me out.”
She laughed. “Yeah, well, I’m an only child who took about a year before I could talk about my period in front of my boyfriend.”
Aidan then took one of the extra pillows he was propping on and snaked it under the covers. He slid his hand under Emma’s bottom, hoisting her h*ps into the air. “All right, then, it’s time to help the boys out!”
She laughed and squirmed against him. “I could have done that myself.”
“I’m happy to help.” He wiggled the pillow underneath her but didn’t remove his hand. “And I’m never going to pass up the offer to grab your ass!”
“Don’t you ever stop?” Emma huffed.
“Give me another round, and you’ll be begging me not to!”
“We’ll have to see about that.”
He gave her a wicked grin before flipping back the sheet. “Round Two begins in the shower in fifteen minutes.”
“Okay,” she replied.
Emma watched his gloriously na**d form stride into the bathroom and turn on the water. A shiver of anticipation washed over her at the thoughts of sex with him again. Warmth filled her cheeks and crept down her neck at what she had said and done. But he had liked it, so that was all that mattered.
Time seemed to tick agonizingly slow as she waited to get up. She wondered if there would be any hot water left for her. Finally, she threw back the covers and hurried into the bathroom. Steam enveloped her when she entered, and she heard Aidan humming.
She opened the glass shower door and slipped inside. “Wow, this shower is huge,” she remarked.
“Honeymoon suite, remember? They expect couples to be in here together for long periods of time.”