“You want this?” he asked, teasing her folds with his shaft.
“Yes! Please, f**k me!” She moved back against him, sliding against his erection, making them both moan loudly.
“Fuck!” he cursed as he pushed slowly inside her. “Fuck, you’re so f**king tight! How can that be?” he asked through clenched teeth. “You have two babies, sweetheart, why are you tight?”
“C-sections,” she said simply.
He grabbed her h*ps and pushed in all the way. She was tight and hot and very accepting. He had to pause before he lost it like a kid. Something occurred to him. “Baby, I don’t have a condom. I’ve never….oh, f**k this feels so good.” He dropped his head back, panting. It felt like a hot silky vice. Never had anything felt this good.
“You’ve never gone all natural?” she asked, teasing him in a strained voice.
“No. I’ve never felt a woman wrapped around my dick without a rubber before. It feels so f**king good! Christ, I don’t want to wear one now….fuck…..fuck….oh shit, I have to pull out,” he said in agony.
She reached back and grabbed his arm. “No you don’t. I’m fixed and most importantly I'm clean.”
“What?” he demanded as he suddenly stilled. “You can’t give me another child?”
“I can have more children. I just have to have the clips removed,” she said, trying to ignore how good the possessive tone of his voice made her feel.
“Good,” he said, pushing back into her. He slowly thrust into her, enjoying the sensations he’d never experienced before her. “You feel so good. Do you know how good you feel?” he moaned.
“Not as good as you,” she groaned. He was filling her better than any man ever had.
“It’s all for you, all yours, baby,” he groaned as he began to move faster in her. He reached between her legs and rubbed a finger over the swollen nub. She began meeting his thrusts and moaned louder.
“Edward! Yes!” she screamed.
“Come for me, baby.” He closed his eyes and became speechless as she gripped and squeezed him into an orgasm so powerful it had him seeing spots. He groaned her name and collapsed against her.
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“Papa bear?” Cole said.
Edward sat up and smiled at the little boy standing in the doorway. The kids stopped calling him Uncle Edward after the accident and began calling him Papa bear. He absolutely loved it and prayed that one day they would call him Daddy.
“Let’s not wake up Mommy. What do you need, buddy?” Edward asked, pulling on the underwear he dropped by the side of the bed when he undressed to surprise Dana earlier.
“I’m hungry and firsty,” Cole mumbled.
“We’ll have to do something about that then,” Edward said. He kissed Dana on top of her head and walked over to Cole, taking him into his arms.
“Can we have ice cream?” Cole asked eagerly.
“What would Mommy say?” Edward asked him.
“Let’s not tell her!”
Edward laughed at the little boy’s sly look. “Okay, little man.”
He scooped two bowls of chocolate ice cream for them. Halfway through his small bowl Cole began to drift off. Edward wiped him down and returned him to bed and checked on Elizabeth before going back to bed.
He slowly crawled into bed. Dana was on her back and awake. “Everything okay?” she asked.
“Yup, just had to help Cole to the bathroom,” he said.
She kissed his lips. “Hmm, we have chocolate ice cream in the bathroom now? I see Cole has brought you over to the dark side.”
He kissed her. “It was man time, sweetheart. You wouldn’t understand.”
“I guess not.” She deepened the kiss, enjoying the feel of his warm tongue gliding against hers. Her hands went down to his waist and pushed his boxers down.
He moved on top of her and slid in without breaking their kiss. Dana wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him better access. He thrust into her in one quick movement. They made love slowly for a half hour before Dana screamed her release into his mouth for the fourth time. He greedily accepted it as he found his own moment. He broke away from her mouth and squeezed his eyes shut as he thrust into her faster and harder. He wanted to stretch it out, but she was so damn hot and wet. Her name escaped his lips in a growl.
He collapsed on her, panting. After a long moment he rolled over, pulling her on top of him while they were still intimately joined. She fell asleep on his chest soon after. He joined her a few seconds later, grinning.
Amy picked her up at six o’clock. Deana was already in the house and crashing on the couch, trying to squeeze two more hours in before the kids woke up. Edward was sleeping in bed. He didn’t have to be on set until nine that morning. He tried to join Dana in the shower this morning, but she playfully pushed him away telling him to get more sleep. He grudgingly obeyed and was soon fast asleep. He hadn't woken up when Dana kissed him goodbye.
Dana was nervous. For the last few months she learned the ins and outs of a set, but this was the first time she was going to be working on the set. She usually sat in her trailer or outside working on a book. The only time she was on set was to catch a scene. Now she was either going to make it or crash and burn in front of a hundred or so people.
Lucas James met her at the car. He was tall, built, tan and had short silky black hair, making him look dangerous and sexy. She met him a week ago when he came to her house to meet with her and go over their lines. He seemed to already know Edward and they got along really well.
Lucas put his arm around Dana’s shoulder and brought her inside. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“No,” she squeaked. He threw his head back and laughed.
Chapter 9
“Mommy, is Papa Bear coming home soon?” Elizabeth asked.
Dana gave her daughter a playful look. “Sweetie, I told you Papa Bear had to go to England for ten weeks to shoot his film. Now tell me how long has it been?”
Elizabeth jumped up from her chair at the kitchen table and went to the calendar she’d been keeping for Edward. She counted the weeks slowly then did it again when she didn’t reach the number she hoped for. “Nine weeks,” she said, sounding miserable.
Dana bit her lip to stop from laughing. “It’s okay, honey. He’ll be home soon and he calls us every night.”
“I know,” she said, pouting as she laid her head on her arm. “I miss him.”