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A/N- Capricorn75 has bullied me into posting the rest of it. Thanks.
I put Jeannie down in one of the bedrooms. I hoped I'd be able to hear her from where I was. I went up to Edward's bedroom and located his bathrobe. Stripping out of my clothes, leaving them in a pile, I examined myself in the full-length mirror. I had stretch marks from my pregnancy, but they had faded. My breasts weren't as perky as they used to be, but they were bigger, now. I didn't look quite like I did when I was a teenager, but that was to be expected. I slipped into the huge, long white bathrobe. I had to carry the ends to keep from tripping on it.
Downstairs, Edward was turning on the in-ground hot tub. The lights were on, still. He turned around and saw me. "You found it?" he asked, seeing the white terry cloth on my shoulders.
"Yeah, no problem," I said. "Can you turn off the lights?"
"Sure," he said, kneeling down to the control panel. When the lights were down, I shed the robe. He could see me in the moonlight, definitely, but now, there wasn't a spotlight for anybody walking on the beach to see me.
It was a big enough hot tub that you could just walk down the steps into it. It felt fantastic- it came up to my hips. I didn't sit down, though. It was an interesting sensation- the cold night air against my upper half, my lower half getting the warmth of the water. "Get in- this feels so good."
"I'm coming," he said. He began to strip out of his clothes. He looked gorgeous. I had never thought that the naked male form was that that attractive, but Edward was beautiful. He turned on the jets and climbed in. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him. The water left him exposed. "You want to do this?"
"Yeah," I said, shrugging. "Having sex outdoors was kind of a pastime for Mike and me. We'd do it in the woods when we went camping." I nibbled his earlobe. "I want you tonight, though." His hands grazed my butt.
"Good, I want you, too," he said. I lifted a leg and wrapped it around his hip. He grabbed my ass, lifting me up. I didn't wrap my other leg around him. Instead, I let go of his hips with my leg. He was getting excited just being close to me. I felt his hands cup my breasts. I groaned as his thumbs brushed against my sensitive nipples. He dipped his head down and took one of them into his mouth, but not before sputtering. I jumped, and then laughed. "You're not lactating, are you?"
"No," I said. There must have been dried breastmilk on my nipples, still. We had both forgotten for just a moment that my breasts weren't just for fun, they had an actual purpose. He was laughing too. "It tastes pretty terrible, doesn't it?"
"Like soured milk and honey," he said. "It was kind of bitter. How does Jeannie drink that?"
"I don't know," I said. "Acquired taste, I guess. They get pretty chapped, anyway."
"OK, I won't suck on them, then."
"Too bad."
"You have better areas of your body to suck on."
"Hey, it takes a while before I allow that," I said. "Would you let me do it?"
"Not on the first date," he said, smirking. "So, I think we're safe."
"OK, then," I said, sinking down into the rolling currents. The water felt wonderful. His laugh turned into moan as I took him into my mouth. I ran his length down my throat and back out, swirling my tongue around the knot, cupping his balls.
"You're good," he muttered, his hand resting on my head. "Oh, you're good." I thought I heard a noise- like a baby crying. I stopped, listening for Jeannie. All I could hear was the ocean surf. "You thought it was Jeannie?"
"Yeah," I said. I listened for a second. There. In the background- Jeannie was crying for me.
"That's her," he said. I got out of the water, grabbing the robe and ran into the house.
Inside the cottage, I found Jeannie in the guest bedroom on the bed, looking around for me.
"Jeannie, it's me," I said. "Hi!" I picked her up and she stopped crying. She rested her head on the shoulder of the bathrobe. "You just killed my game," I said. "You owe me."
"Let's not hold it against her," Edward said from the doorway.
We tried to get her back to sleep, but she didn't want to go back to sleep. "I guess she wants to go back to Charlie's," I said. "She doesn't sleep without walls around her."
"You're leaving me with blue balls," Edward groaned.
"This is life with a child."
"Bring a playpen next time."
"I will."
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