Page 40 of The Twins

I stare up in awed amazement when she deftly turns around, planting her dripping pussy over my mouth. Her back arches, her hands in her hair and teasing her nipples. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m going to do my best. I explore her with my tongue, nibbling with my teeth on her hardened clit, massaging her delicate flesh with my lips. She mewls, whines, begs me with her body and moves to show me what to do.

I don’t realize I’m trembling violently until she plants her hands on my chest, petting me softly. The nightmares of my youth persist, but I push them back, focusing on her pleasure, her taste, the comforting weight of her above me. My breath stalls in my chest when she bends forward suddenly.

The first touch of her soft hands on my cock draws a deep, long groan from the depths of my soul. My hips rise on instinct, chasing her grip. She chuckles darkly, then circles the head with her tongue.

“Ya lahwi!”Every second that passes, I think it can’t possibly get better than the last and I’m proven wrong as she makes love to my dick. Root to tip. Her hips swivel and she pushes down, reminding me that I’m supposed to be pleasing her.

She withdraws, her hand lazily stroking up and down. “You love me, Masud?”

“YES!” I exclaim then dive back into her pussy.

“And you want me to be happy?”

“Deliriously happy.”

“Your cock makes me the happiest.” I hum in gratitude, licking around her entrance and spearing her with my tongue. “You won’t keep it from me again, will you?” I grunt in response. “Good boy.”

Her mouth…her scent…her sounds…the sheer heat of her…it pushes the nightmares back, forcing them to retreat. I feel freer with every passing second.

I don’t know how long I lose myself in her pussy, the rhythm of her hands and mouth. She grinds her pussy down, rotates her hips, then sits up with a shout as she floods my mouth. I guzzle her juices, a thirstier man than I does not exist.

I chase her with my mouth when she shifts, spinning around and sliding down my body. The underside of my cock kisses her pussy. She rubs it against her clit, staring down at me with so much…everything.Love. Devotion. Fear. Appreciation. Admiration. Concern.

I hide nothing from her and moments later she nods, then sinks down my length, taking me inside her for the first time. It’s like a padlock on the chest of memories, locking them away where they belong. They have no place here. They have tarnished what we have for too long. I’ve denied myself; I’ve denied her.

Her cunt breathes around my girth, her face contorted beautifully in rapture…I’ve punished us both long enough. She rocks back and forth, taking me deeper and deeper. Fully seated, she smirks, then slowly rolls her hips.

“Unstrap me!” Her smirk drops, her movements stop. Panic colors her expression.

“Masud?”

“Untie me,” I repeat through gritted teeth. She leans forward and to the right, quickly undoing the restraint. When she moves to the left, her thighs flex as she starts to lift off my cock, but my right-hand slaps down on her hip, my mouth latching on to her closest nipple. She moans, but finishes untying me.

Both hands on her hips, I sit up slightly, bending my legs behind her for leverage despite the ankle restraints. I’m driven by instinct, by feel, byneed.She moves with me, still confused. The hypnotic sway of her tits draws my mouth, and I suckle as she rides me.

Tovah fucking Frenkel begins to cry. Her hands desperately grip my face, her eyes darting back and forth between mine. Tears stream down her face, her lips stretched in a blinding smile. Pure joy and happiness and satisfaction shine from every pore. She has so much love for me, so much faith in me, in us. I should have never doubted her, she’s always right.

As we push closer and closer to the edge, she drops her hands from my face, cups her titties, pulls and twists her nipples. I growl and snap my teeth, arousal threatening to drown me as my body heats. Arching back slightly, she uses one hand on my hard thigh to hold herself up, her other going straight to her plump clit. She circles it, over and over, the tight clutch of her pussy milking me so well. She drags my orgasm from my body, along with her own until we’re both screaming our releases.

Sweaty, sticky, and sated, she collapses on top of me. Burying her face in my neck, her shoulders shake, new tears wetting my skin. I wrap my arms around her, bringing her with me as I lay back down.

We cry. We break apart. We glue each other back together. Stronger and better than before. It’s catharsis. It’s progress. It’s love.

Arching her neck sometime later, she smiles softly, her hand coming up to gently caress my face. “Welcome home, husband.”

Tevye 29.

My knee bounces and I can’t stop it. I’m not normally a nervous person, but life with Vandy…well, let’s just say I’m not the man I used to be. I’m better. I’m whole.

“Would anyone else like to share this evening?” she asks the support group. We’ve been here for about a half hour, and she’s given me concerned glances every thirty seconds. It’s warranted. I just gotta do it—

“ME!” I raise my hand and shout, startling several other members. “Sorry.” I clear my throat and try again. “Sorry. Just eager to share, if no one else minds.” Everyone encourages me to continue. “As many of you know, I came to my first group session months ago, determined to prove to my meddling mother and aunts that I didn’t need a support group. I was fine. My son was fine. Everything was fucking fine.” Many join me in a laugh. “That was a lie, obviously. Jodie, I owe you a debt I can never repay. You gave me a verbal kick in the ass, and I needed it. To be a better father. A better man. I was a dead man walking, tightening the noose around my neck more and more with every one of Arlo’s doctor’s appointments, outbursts, hospitalizations…I couldn’t breathe. But I had grown so accustomed to the limited oxygen I hadn’t realized how close to death I was. Until Vandy.” I stand from my seat to kneel in front of hers. She gasps as I take her trembling hand in mine. Her fingers so cold, her right hand over her mouth as tears fill her eyes. “You are my oxygen.Ouroxygen. The Frenkel men are devoted to you. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow.” I whistle loudly, scaring her. “Sorry.” The doors open and my entire mishpocheh floods the room excitedly. Arlo toddles over to us instantly, seeking Vandy and I out. I put my arm around his waist and look back up at my woman. “Will you marry us?”

“Mama.” Arlo claps his hands together, then detaches from me and leaps into Vandy’s arms. She holds him so tight, tears falling down her face. That little player. We didn’t practice that, there was no preparation, he’s a toddler for God’s sake.

“Well, you gotta say yes now,” Jodie teases Vandy from across the circle.

“I love you,” she whispers over Arlo’s head. She extends her left hand, fingers straight. I slide my great-grandmother’s ring onto her finger, bringing it to my lips to kiss.

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