Page 38 of Sleepless Beauty

"Phillip, so good. So good, my love. Oh, yes, yes!"

"Fuck, baby! Oh damn, I'm going to— fuuuck!" I never get to finish the garbled sentence, my voice fizzling out of my throat and turning into a veritable growl as my hips stutter to a stop while the cum lashes out of me in steady, heart-stopping pumps that coat her insides with my passion.

I collapse on top of her and Aurora spreads her thighs even farther to cradle me to her warm well-loved body, her hands stroking up and down my back as mine sift through the glorious tangle of her golden waves and my lips fall on hers for a breathless, gasping kiss.

—*—

A loud thunderclap wakes me and I jolt half up-right onto our bed, dragging my sleeping wife with me.

I fall back onto the damp sheets with a sigh, my hands drawing circular patterns on her back as I murmur into her ear that everything's okay until she settles down again.

I blink toward the ceiling, a slow smile forming on my lips.

Damn, that was fucking hot and we both crashed hard right afterward.

It was epic.

But we still have to talk.

I stroke the hair from her beloved face and she frowns in her sleep, her little nose twitching adorably.

I kiss her forehead and gently roll her onto her side so I can get out of bed.

I need to take a leak.

Aurora shivers a little and before I go, I pull the fluffy blanket half lying on the floor back onto the bed, tucking it all around her.

She sighs in her sleep and smiles a little, cuddling to her pillow.

I smile down at her and then jog into the bathroom.

I turn the light on and close the door behind me and that's when I see something precariously hanging out of one of my wife's little makeup bags thingies, or whatever they're called, that she must have forgotten on the vanity.

It's a thin, plastic wand or something. I push it in, but it catches against the half-opened zipper and drops on the cold, tiled floor.

I swear under my breath and bend to pick it up.

My eyes widen and my mouth falls open when I see that what I'm holding between my two fingers is most definitely not some little makeup contraption, but a pregnancy test.

With a little transparent plastic window. With two little pink lines behind it.

I gulp down at it, my heart picking up speed.

So this is what's being going on with her…

But why wouldn't she tell me?

Does she think I don't—

I grunt to myself.

What the fuck am I doing here, holding my figurative dick?

All the answers I seek are in the other room with my beautiful, freshly fucked sleeping wife.

I take care of business, wash my hands and run so fast out of the bedroom, I stub my big toe against the spiky corner of our chest of drawers and I nearly face-plant onto the floor.

A hissed curse leaves my lips.

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