Free Hassidic Passion by Jayde Blumenthal Page A

bathroom. 
    She hadn’t had time to shut the door, and certainly no time to be embarrassed, as another wave of puke came gushing out of her.  It was their disastrous wedding night all over again, except this time, he could see the whole thing in gorgeous vivid Technicolor.
    He patted her back, stroked her hair. 
    Actually, he did everything right, she thought, amazed.  Everything a lover should do to comfort her.  And now that he wasn’t fucking her epiglottis, the waves of nausea subsided quickly.
    If only she had known, she found herself thinking, for the hundredth time that week.  If only someone had told her what to expect, what to do when she was finally alone with him… instead of just telling her it would be okay, it would work out.
    “I’m sorry,” Beryl said again.
    “It wasn’t your fault,” she said.  “At least – you couldn’t help it.”
    “Well, I should have – I mean, we should have –”
    Raizy wanted him to stop before he said what she was dreading hearing him say:  that they shouldn’t have been doing what they were doing. 
    That it was unholy, unclean.  That this was solid proof that they should stick to making babies lying down on the bed as their parents and grandparents had, all the way back to Mount Sinai.
    But instead, what he said was, “Next time, I won’t push so hard.  I’ll let you control it.”
    Next time.
    Raizy’s stomach lurched just thinking about filling her mouth with anything right now.
    But now she knew there would be a next time.  That thought made her heart soar.  Or rather, it made her pussy twitch.  And, just a little, ache for his thrusts, deep inside.
    For tonight, she’d settle happily for vanilla – just knowing there would be a next time.
    “Let me brush my teeth,” she said.  “Maybe we can do something else… for now.”
    “We don’t have to,” he said.
    “I want to.  I want –”  She made herself stop.  If she hadn’t, she would have listed all the things she wanted… all the unholy, unclean, inappropriate ways she desperately wanted to touch him and be touched.
    I want to go down on you.  I want to suck you off.  I want you to lick me, screw me, fill me up in all my holes and fuck me until I shout.  Until I scream.
    “ I’m okay now,” said Raizy, swallowing hard.  “I’ll be out in a minute.” That was all she’d let herself say out loud – for now.

CHAPTER Twenty-three           
    Beryl
    True to her word, it was less than a minute before Raizy emerged, if anything, even bolder than before.  He thought she wouldn’t speak of what happened, but amazingly, she did.
    “Sorry about –” she began.
    “Oh, don’t think about it,” he said, cringing guiltily.  Why did he have to go and do something so stupid, choking her on his dick like that?
    He felt like the worst poker player in the world, who’d just shown his entire hand at the start of the round.  Like he’d laid himself bare and now she knew everything about him.
    Had seen him at his very worst.
    Perhaps she had.  But miraculously, this time, she took him by the hand and led him to the bed. 
    He’d pulled up his underpants hastily to rush into the bathroom with her, and this time, Raizy pulled them down again for him.  He stepped out obediently when she got all the way down to his feet.
    His member poked skyward s, of course, as it had before.  He wished it would show at least a little shame.  But, of course, that wasn’t going to happen.  It was like a demanding child, only caring about its needs.
    His balls throbbed with a deep hum that made him want to writhe, but he forced himself to stay steady as she took him by the hand again and eased him onto the bed.
    And then, a sight he thought he’d never have the chance to see:  she pulled off her own pink nightie.  Up it went, over her head.  She pulled out her ponytail and tossed her hair boldly around her shoulders. 
    Finally, her panties.  Lace-trimmed, purple and far