Amish Heart (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) (8 page)

Nick did drive up and, as is customary among drivers for the Amish, fixed himself a plate of food, which he ate back in his van.  This took only a few moments and then he drove away, Rebekah watching wistfully.

***

In a room with her sisters and two other women that night, Rebekah could not find sleep.  The day’s momentous events kept gliding over her.  She kept feeling Nick’s feverish thrusts deep into her belly.  She replayed each moment of penetration and each moment of ecstasy.  She wanted to sneak into his room and love him until the sun came up
but the thin walls did little to filter out the snores from other rooms and would do nothing, she was certain, to muffle the noise of their lovemaking. 

Now, lying in bed, she was wondering what it would be like to make love with him again, would it be as exciting or even more so? 
Is he now awake thinking of me, too?
  Just thinking of him, she could almost feel his cock moving inside her.  It was more than she could take.  Very quietly maneuvering around the crowded room so as to not wake anyone up, Rebekah tiptoed out the door, across the hallway and opened Nick’s door.

He sat up in bed, his naked body covered in dappled shadows.  At the sight of her in her nightgown, he grinned and moved over, patting the bed beside him invitingly.  She shook her head, beckoning with her hand. 
“Come with me.” 

Obeying, he got out of bed, pulled on his jeans and shoes, and followed her down the stairs. 
If we get caught we’ll just say we’re on our way to the outhouse.
She almost giggled at the thought.  The mental picture of actually making love in the outhouse was so outrageous that she almost choked holding back her mirth.  She led him outside the house, past the chicken coop and deep into the hayfield behind a five foot tall round bale of hay.  For a moment, Rebekah’s hair on the back of her neck prickled as she had the queer feeling they were being watched.   Looking around, she saw no one.  No one was looking from the house.  She chalked it up to nerves and decided it was part of the excitement of them being together, out in the hayfield alone.

She turned her attention back to Nick.  He drew her white nightgown over her head and then removed her undergarments in a rush
, uncovering the odor of their lovemaking earlier that day.  He kissed her hard, biting her lower lip.  Then he spun her around with her back toward him, while unzipping his pants and letting them drop down, pressing his erection against her bare backside.  He was not wearing any underpants.  She could feel his rigidness poking her insistently. 

Holding her by her braid and one shoulder, he pushed her to her knees and then bent her over so that she was on all fours.  She began to shake. 
What is he going to do?
  Letting go of her shoulder he knelt down behind her and rubbed his cock in the backside of her femininity.  She inhaled sharply, opening her mouth to moan and he cut her short by smacking her backside.  Stunned, she tried to look back at him, but he held her hair fast. 

“No sounds.  Someone will hear you.”  With that he penetrated her cleanly, slipping in as if he belonged there.  There was no pain, only buzzing thrill.

“You have,” he said in a low voice,” the sweetest pussy ever.”  He propelled himself deep within her, in long forceful moves . . . in and out.  Leaning forward over her so that she could feel his chest hairs tickling her back, he reached down with his strong long fingers and massaged the tip of her clit as he moved. 
Oh God, that feels so good!
  Her hips began to move backward to meet his thrusting cock and forward to meet his fingers sliding on her clit.  His fingers began to strum her clit as if she were a stringed instrument. 

“Oh!” her cry began.

Smack!  Another sting came to her backside.

She panted.

She felt her orgasm building and as she was rounding her peak, Nick caught her unawares, slipping his finger into the opening in her backside.  It hit hard, sending waves of pleasure whooshing through her body.  At her thrashing, Nick gripped her hips again and again, driving his cock home to meet her center.  His thighs made slapping sounds as they passionately assaulted her backside.  She could feel the skin of his testicles as they swung back and forth with each stroke.  He placed his hands on her, pulling her onto him, thrusting himself into her.  Later, she would find small dark bruises on her hips left by his fingertips and smile.  Now, his body fairly whipping hers, his intensity increasing with each drive, all she could do was moan while he became iron-hard and pulsating.  As he came, he sank to hold her, on all fours at first, then flattening to have him lying on her back.

Oh God, I love this.  I love him.  And forgive me if it is a sin, but I love IT.  His cock is one of the best parts of him
.  Rebekah knew that if it was a sin to feel this way, there could be no absolution for her, no redemption, because there would never be any repentance.  She would always crave the feeling of his cock claiming her.

After holding each other for a moment, they noticed the sky beginning to brighten. 

“We need to go in,” he said, “think you can sleep for an hour or so?”

She turned in his arms and kissed him soundly on the mouth. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again.

***

She spent the next day in a daze, partly due to not having slept for two nights in a row, but mostly due to wanting more than anything to be with Nick.  This proved impossible, because every time she tried to break away, she would become the center of attention and conversation for being the next bride. 

Mother Yoder tried to humiliate her.  “She’s too skinny.  I don’t think she is woman enough for my Ezekiel.”  Rebekah ignored the guffaws that followed.

Little do you know.  He wouldn’t be man enough for me
.  She doubted whether Ezekiel’s piece was anything like Nick’s
.  Couldn’t be.  I bet the little mushroom is the size of my pinkie and he is mighty proud of it. 

Then she thought of the years ahead
of sex with his midget mushroom dick.  After what she had seen and felt yesterday, the thought seemed too unbearable.  So she sat with the women in stony silence, ignoring their lively chatter.

Finally, it was evening and time to go home.  Nick assisted with loading the van.  Alone behind the van for the briefest of instants, Nick scooped her into his arms for a quick kiss.  Then, someone’s feet approached on the gravel drive and they were forced to disengage. 

Before anyone else could lay claim to it, Rebekah planted herself in the seat behind the driver’s seat.  Perhaps everyone would sleep on the way back and they would get a chance to talk. 

With the goodbyes said and the van all loaded, they made their way on the road back home.  The chatter was loud and happy as everyone nattered about who they spoke to and how and what they were doing.  Rebekah sat soundless, grateful that Ezekiel was sitting behind her and although Mother Yoder was in the front passenger’s seat, she for the moment at least, had her scathing attention on somebody else. 
May I be so lucky for the rest of my life. 

But she knew it wouldn’t be so. 
How could it?  If only Nick were Amish
. . . 

With the dying of the sun, the conversation in the van began to peter out and soon heads were nodding.  She checked to make sure that Hannah, who sat beside her, was sleeping.  Mother Yoder was already snoring obnoxiously
loud.

Cautious so that others would be unaware of her motions, she scooted to the edge of her seat, reached beside the driver’s door and stoked Nick’s hip.  That was all she could reach, just his hip.  He reached back through the space between the door and his seat as well, lifted her skirt and stroked her thigh. 
Just a small bit of it.  It was all he could reach.  But it was the way they could love while driving home. 

She was going to Hell.  Scripture said it.  The Bishop said it. All Evil Doers would be punished
; they would be thrown in that fiery lake of brimstone and ash.  Liars and whoremongers were as hated as murderers and adulterers.  The Bishop concluded saying that nothing unclean could dwell in the presence of God.  Well, that left only one place.  Rebekah was going to Hell.

Guilt clouded her mood, making it impossible to enjoy the tender ache of reliving Nick’s touch.  She sat through the Church services, inattentive and morose.  While she opened her mouth to sing, her heart wasn’t in it.

She felt flaming arrows of scrutiny and turned to find Ezekiel taking her in with graceless eyes. She felt her face go scarlet. 
Does he know?  He must know.  I’m different now; he must sense this
. 

She knew that soon Ezekiel would take her with his loveless dick at night and that would be her
own private hell, made all the more excruciating because she now knew what love was, she knew what passion was.  And now that she knew, it was going to be ripped from her and she would never know it again. 

To
top it all off, she would never go to heaven and be able to find Nick there because she was a sinner.  A big sinner.  Not only had she sinned, she had thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it and would gladly do more of the same, just given the chance. 

The Bishop was saying something regarding prostitutes and fornicators and she perceived that Ezekiel’s gaze intensified. 
Does he know?  Dear God, what if he knows?
 
Maybe her father knew, too.
   She scanned the Community
.  I wonder how many of them know.
  Then she looked at Ezekiel’s face, and taking in his squinty eyes, dumpy features, and terrible teeth Rebekah knew that she almost didn’t even care. 

When Nick had dropped them off two days ago, he had whispered to her, “See you soon.” 
Soon.
  There was that damnable word again.  It had been two days.  Two interminable days.  Would they get a chance to touch again?

Rebekah knew deep in her heart she may well be going to Hell.  She also knew that she couldn’t stop herself.  She was like the English that get addicted to their drugs and alcohol.  The hunger that had been awakened in her could not now be quieted.  It could only get fed and grow more voracious. 
So . . . she would burn in Hell. 
At least I’ll be the one down there with a big smile on my face for having loved Nick Collins.

The next morning Rebekah made her way out to the barn just before daybreak to do the morning milking.  She had slept fitfully the night before, dreaming of being pursued and trying to find Nick in a large empty house.  She was still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, grabbing the milking stool and approaching the cow when she saw movement in the shadows. 
Something—someone—tall, darker than the shadows that surrounded him.  Rebekah dropped the stool and turned to run.

“Don’t go!”  It was Nick, in a dark shirt and black jeans, now stepping toward her.  “Come here and bring the stool with you.”

She gleefully complied, running to meet his arms, his face, his lips.  He took her by the hand and led her to the wall of the barn. 

“Put your stool down and stand on it.” 

Mystified, she did what was requested. 

“Lose your underwear.”  Quickly, she reached under her dress and pulled her bloomers down to her ankles, kicking them off with abandon.  He approached her, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his already engorged penis.  She lifted up her skirt invitingly. 

From his pocket he produced a square plastic pouch and tore it open.  A round clear circle of plastic spread over his erection like unrolling a thin glove.  He tucked the wrapper back in his pocket.  Rebekah was wondering what this was for when he whispered in her ear.

“Put one leg around me.”  His voice was tantalizing.  She could not refuse.

Penetration was slow, a sweet sure slide home.  Pulling out was just as tantalizing.  Two more long scintillating strokes, in and . . . out.  He was driving her crazy.

Without warning, he jerked her hands high above her head.  Nearly overwhelming her, he crashed his cock inside her, driving her backward.  Grinding her against the wall, he pumped hard and
frenetically.  He sucked on her neck as he slapped her ass against the wall with each stroke.

He increased speed until she screamed loudly for him to never stop.  He then released her hands, and spun her around
, taking her from the rear.  Her legs were shaking.  She was about to lose control.  His cock was deep, hot and oh, so enormous.  He turned his attention to her swollen clit, grazing it up and down with his thumbnail as he slowed his pace, slipping in and out—not as slowly as before, but just as titillating. 

She started her ascent
. “Oh!  Oh!” 

Feeling her rise, he seized her waist and shoved his cock
fast inside her, gripping her tightly as he strengthened his cadence. 

Then he twisted her arms behind her and his thrusts threw her forward
trapping her hips between the wall and his pounding cock as her orgasm began.  Her wail rose in pitch and volume while they came together in spasms.

“Fucking is a beautiful thing,”
he said in her ear.

“Rebekah!
  Are you alright?”  It was Elder Bontrager, walking from the house.

Holy Shit!
  “Quick!” she pointed to a horse stall, “Hide!”

She struggled to pull her bloomers on.  She grabbed her stool and ran for the cow.

Her father appeared in the doorway.  “Are you alright?  I heard you shouting.” 

It’s
okay, Father, I was just coming my brains out.

“I got kicked by the cow.”

“Truly?”  An incredulous eyebrow shot up. 

“Yes sir.”

“Are you alright, then?”

“I am fine, truly.  Just surprised.”

He studied her carefully. 
I wonder if he can see the changes in me.  I’ve never lied to him before.
  She felt a pang of guilt. 

“Finish your milking and get inside.  Breakfast is waiting.”

When he was gone, Rebekah turned to Nick.  “We need to talk.”

“Yeah, we do, but not here and not now.”  He kissed her.  “I’m taking you on another restocking trip on Friday.  We can talk then.”

“But Leah. . . “

“I’ve got a plan.  Get her to give us an hour or two to ourselves so we can talk.  Can you do that?”

“I don’t know.  I’ll try.”

“Do it.  I’m getting us a room at the hotel in Cameron.”  Cameron was halfway between St
. Joseph and Jamesport. 

“Truly?”
  She was almost breathless. 
Two hours alone!
  She could think of things they could do in those two hours.

“Get her to cover for you.”

Making sure he was not spotted, he left the barn and walked down the road to where he undoubtedly had parked his van.  Rebekah watched him go and fantasized what their next meeting would be like.  She felt like her whole body had just come.  Was there no limit to what he could make her feel?