Page 36 of Sleepless Beauty

Every time I ask her if something is the matter, she says no, though.

She would never lie to me, we are lucky enough to have the kind of loving relationship where lying to each other is an impossibility for the both of us.

But there's no doubt in my mind there's something she's keeping from me.

Which would be a first too. We don't keep shit from each other.

Fourteen years together and we're still solid and madly in love, so I'm not worried that what’s on her mind could really rock our boat, but I can see that whatever it is, it's causing her strain and I don't like it. I hate when she's upset in the slightest, but normally I just tackle whatever it is that's twisting her heart and deal with it and I don't stop until everything is all right with her world again, same goes for our kids, but I can't slay her dragons if I don't know what's the problem here and I'm not a fan of the sensations running through me right now.

I've been trying to get her alone so we could talk since at least yesterday morning, but it's Halloween so it was almost impossible.

This year the party was at Adam's, but now we are so many, we all pitch in with the organization of all celebrations no matter who’s housing them. So, from October to the end of December we are all crazy-busy.

I could ask her what's wrong now, but I won't until we're back home.

I know only too well how dangerous it can be to get distracted while driving in this rain so I keep my mouth shut, my eyes on the road and one of my hands clasped to her thigh.

I sigh when I feel her much smaller hands lowering to her lap and cupping around my fingers.

Only five more minutes and we'll be out of this SUV.

Flynn and Henry are sleeping at their uncle's this year along with all their cousins and their little uncle —my wife's brother from her dad's second marriage— for their traditional Halloween pajama party. This means we have the house to ourselves until tomorrow.

Normally there would be only one thing in my mind right now. But our customary Halloween sex marathon's gonna have to wait until I get to the bottom of this.

We have a pretty damn healthy sex life and we hardly go a day without getting someaffectionunless one of us is sick, but we relish those occasions when we can really get a little wild and fuck wherever, however, and as much as we want and get the chance to be loud as fuck about it. So, whenever our beloved, very perceptive twelve-year-old little cock-blockers are out of the way, we take advantage. Big time.

I stop the SUV and the garage’s shutter door starts to slide down behind us. I get out of the car and walk around it to open my wife’s door. I unbuckle her seat belt and as soon as she's by my side, I start to ask her what's going on.

"Babe, is there something you're not tell—"

But I don't get far in my speech because that's when my wife fairly jumps in my arms and pulls me down, fusing our lips together.

Aurora kisses me so fiercely, my cock, that's always in some state of readiness whether I'm paying mind to it or not when I’m around her, turns hard as fucking concrete so fast the blood rush makes me dizzy for a sec.

She presses her hot pussy to the bulge trapped in my jeans and whimpers in my mouth, her nimble tongue chasing mine. When she momentarily breaks the kiss is only to tell me one thing.

"I need you inside of me, love. Now."

My entire body goes up in flames at the desire sparkling in her eyes.

Okay then. So, first, we fuck real quick, but then we'll talk.

For now, I'll give her what she wants. What she needs. I always do. I'm hardwired to do anything in my power to make her happy and if she wants my cock right now, it's hers.

"I've got you, little doll," I murmur on her lips and then my tongue is diving in her mouth.

I pluck her from the floor and fasten her legs around my hips and stumble through the garage.

We reach our room and fall on the bed, still kissing hard.

I push my tongue against hers in an endless dance and I grunt into her mouth when I feel her fingers rake into my hair and pull the longer locks in a grip. My erection is pulsing madly in the too-tight prison of my jeans. I can feel pre-cum sliding down my balls as my body shivers and tenses all over, my lust instantly matching hers.

We break the kiss only because we need skin. Now. We rip the clothes off each other in under a minute and fall once more into our kiss.

We go at it until we're breathless, both of us panting with the need to join.

"Oh, God, Phillip! Get inside of me!"

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