Free Hassidic Passion by Jayde Blumenthal

finished.
    Eventually, he reached out for her, though where the courage to do that had come from, he had no idea.
    “I think there’s something we ought to do,” he said. 
    Did it sound suave, like something from a movie, or just stupid?  Beryl had never really been to a movie, though he’d caught a few minutes here and there on TV in friends’ houses.
    He took her hand.  Miraculously, Raizy relaxed and let him lead her into the bedroom.  She smiled to see that he’d tidied her rumpled sheets, and even left a rose on her pillowcase, just like there had been at the hotel, their first night.
    She was fully dressed.  Would she expect him to take her clothes off for her?  Should he take his own clothes off first?  He felt suddenly trapped, like a deer facing an oncoming coll ision.
    “Let’s both turn around,” she said.  She must have had the same fear.  “I’ll take off my clothes, you take off yours.”  Her face was bright red.  It couldn’t have been easy, for a Bais Ya akov girl to say those words to a man.
    “ Sounds good,” he agreed.
    So they both turned around.  Problem was, she hadn’t said anything about turning back towards each other once their clothes were off.
    “Can I turn back?” he asked.
    “I already have,” she said.
    What?  He turned to see her staring at him… and this time, her green eyes didn’t meet his – no, she was staring straight at his male region.
    At his stiff, erect dick.  And his hot, bulging balls tucked not so discreetly beneath.

CHAPTER Twenty-two                     
    Raizy
    Where was this brazenness coming from?  Raizy had no idea, but she wasn’t going to let the moment get away from her.  She was a woman, and this was her man.  And she was going to suck him off, tasting all his juices before she asked him to do the same for her.
    Sure, a lifetime of marriage stretched out ahead – but why wait?  This was what she’d imagined all these years and now she had it, at last.
    A fter a goody-goody life of doing what was expected, in exactly the right order, Raizy wanted to eat dessert before the soup, before the salad, before the appetizer even.
    And Beryl’s stiff male member was the dessert.
    Seeing how hard he was when he turned to face her, Raizy dropped to her knees in front of him. 
    He gasped.  She didn’t look up.  Would he be horrified to see her like this?  To realize the demure little girl he thought he’d married had been fake, a façade for this horniness?
    Seizing the moment, she seized his shaft and pulled his p enis towards her.  With a startled jerk, he came forward like a dog on a leash. 
    He was still wearing his socks, but never mind.
    There was a bead of clear liquid on his cock, and Raizy licked it like a lollipop.  A salty lollipop.  The taste wasn’t bad; salty and sweet together, with something else… an earthy taste lingering just beneath the surface.
    She kissed him, up, up, up his shaft towards the head.  It was every bit as delicious as he had dreamed it would be when he stood fantasizing over that magazine, months ago.
    Opening wide, she plunged her mouth over his entire head.  She’d have to breathe through her nose to do this properly, and instinctively, she pulled her teeth back out of the way, too.
    But holding him in her mouth, though he was moaning now like nothing she’d ever heard before, just wasn’t enough.  She wanted him inside, all of him , inside her.
    He seemed to want the same thing .  He started thrusting.  As he had on their first night together, he pushed gently at first, groaning as he went deeper and deeper.  Pushing harder, and harder, and then…
    “Aaugh!” Raizy retched, pulling off him just in time to get a hand over her mouth.  She ran to the master bathroom – thank God there was one right in their room – and knelt in front of the toilet, heaving.
    “I’m sorry!” Beryl called.  After a second, he pulled on a t-shirt and came after her into the