Twinsequences (Twisted Twin #1)(14)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Stosh must have heard me. He came running in and wrapped me in his arms. “Willow, I’m so sorry, babe. God, I’m so sorry.” He rocked me back and forth as I let out all of the pain and frustration. I felt like I’d been abandoned. Everything that I ever thought was true had been a lie.

“How could she do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve this?” I could barely talk, but somehow he understood me.

“I asked myself the same thing.”

There was nothing he could say that would help. He just held me and let me cry. We’d both been betrayed by my sister. She’d cost us our future together and we didn’t even know it. I couldn’t believe that I knew someone that was that vindictive.

A little while later, after I’d cried so many tears that I didn’t think I had any left, Stoshua got up and got me a drink. I sipped the water slowly, feeling like I was going to throw up.

“You’re going to be okay.” He tried to assure me.

“I appreciate that you think that, but everything that I’ve ever known about my sister has been a lie. I shared everything with her and she pretended to care. I should have known. I should have done something. She blames me for everything.”

I looked over at the diary. He saw what I was doing. “How far did you get?”

“The night before Prom.” It was hard to talk about it, without getting choked up. A couple more sobs escaped.

“You don’t have to read anymore tonight.” He grabbed my hand.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this when you found out?” He should have called. He should have told me right away.

“I guess I didn’t want to try to explain on the phone. You wouldn’t have believed me anyway. Besides…,” he pulled my hand up to his lips and placed small kisses over my knuckles, “I think it worked out better anyway. You’re here, with me. This is where you belong.”

As much as I wanted to know more, it was finally sinking in that we’d been kept apart. I was tired of hurting and I knew one thing that would take my mind away from all the pain. I looked up into his eyes, while he kept kissing my hand. “Make love to me, Stosh.”

He stopped kissing my hand and slowly sat it back down on the bed. We stared at each other for a few seconds. “What about the diary?”

I grabbed the book and tossed it across the room. “What diary?” I pulled my shirt over my head and watched him do the same. It had only been a couple hours ago that he had me naked. I wanted to be that way again.

This time, we didn’t take our time.

I’d waited close to five years to feel his naked body against mine. Nothing was going to keep us from being together. Clothes flew around the room as they were ripped off of our bodies. Our kissing intensified the more naked we became. We rolled around the bed, like we were wresting. His sculpted body felt smooth under the palms of my hands. His ass was a masterpiece to hold. It was both muscular and soft at the same time.

The more I touched, the less I needed to know. I was memorizing every inch of his body like it was a textbook.

He held my hair back with his hand and pulled me forward. I fell on the bed on top of him, while never taking a break from his hot kisses. His tongue was like a drug. The more it teased me the more I craved. I couldn’t get enough of him touching me, watching me, seducing me.

He let go of my hair and put both hands on my ass. With slow movements, he started guiding my ass to grind over top of him. We both made sounds as the friction turned us on even more.

I sat up, letting my natural br**sts free for him to see. I ran my hands into my hair as I rocked back and forth. He held my hips and slowed my pace. “I’ve waited a long time for this. I’m not about to go fast with you, Willow. I want this to last all night. I want you to think about being with me every time we’re apart. I want you to need me, like I’ve needed you.”

He didn’t know how much I already needed him. I became his puppet and he was my master. He was in control and I wasn’t afraid. I knew I was going to love it, because I already loved him.

When Stosh picked me up and carried me top-‐side, I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. He sat me back down, on the blanket where we’d been sitting before. The night sky was the only light out on the dark sea.

Stosh kneeled down in front of me, taking my hand and kissing his way up one of my arms. I watched his every move, making sure that I held every single kiss in the most sacred part of my memory. This was real and it was happening. I no longer had to lay in my bed and imagine being with him. I was experiencing it for myself.

He lifted my arm and placed it on his shoulder. I ran my fingers in his wavy hair. He smiled and met my lips halfway between us. While still touching his mouth to mine, I felt him loosen his lips. “I never thought we’d be like this.”

“Me either.”

He kissed my neck, then down to my br**sts, taking each one into his mouth. With every touch, I felt like my heart was mending. I forgot what had brought us together, because it didn’t even matter. We were overwhelmed in each other, soaking up our emotions in our love making.

Every kiss, every touch was euphoric. He made his way down to my waist and continued on his journey until he reached my eagerly waiting pu**y. I gasped when he kissed me there for the first time. His tongue became a tool, never running out of batteries. His rhythmic tongue set a pace as it put just enough pressure on my tiny bud. It didn’t take long for me to cry out into the dark of the night.

I grabbed at his hair, holding him against my sex. He continued licking me, even after I’d stopped panting. I’d never had such a powerful orgasm. It made me feel lightheaded and I wasn’t even standing. I began to tremble and, as he continued kissing me down there, I cried out even more.

Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore, he wiped away my juices with kisses that trailed up to my mouth. I tasted myself on his lips and it turned me on, knowing where he’d been.

I cleaned off his chin with my tongue, savoring the taste of what he’d done to me. The butterflies were still there, reminding me that this was different than anything I’d ever experienced with another man.

Shortly after my body relaxed, Stosh took his time, sliding inside of me. I would have returned the favor, but he was too involved to stop. I took deep breaths letting my walls adjust to his size. It fit like a glove, sliding the right amount of intensity to feel perfect. Our moans echoed off the still water. He felt so good, going in and out of me.