Amish Passion (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) (4 page)

Now, she was here with a man
who was not her husband but in all rights should have been.  He was the man she had married in her heart, not Ezekiel. 

She wanted Nick to touch her yet was afraid of what that might mean, of where it could lead. 

“We could never be together,” she began.

His face played with an enigmatic
smile. “We’re together right now.”

He came forward to kiss her, his lips just grazing hers at first.  His lips were soft, moist and soon sweetly possessed hers
. His tongue flicked languidly into her mouth, touching, exploring.  A sigh escaped her.  She knew that no matter what happened she belonged to Nick and only to Nick, no matter what custom or law might command.  With Nick before her, touching her and kissing her like this, she could no longer deny what she truly felt.
If it damns me to Hell, so be it.

Still kissing her, he pushed slightly on her
shoulder, pressing her down onto the blanket and she melted beneath him.  His hand cupped her breast, palming her already stiff nipples through the thin cotton layers of her dress. 

“My God,
they have gotten huge,” he said referring to her breasts.  She wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but he sounded pleased.  With one hand, he unpinned her dress in front, exposing them. 

“So gorgeous.”  He buried his face in
her breasts, covering them with searing kisses.  Taking her wrists and pinning them to the blanket by her head, he pulled his body back up to kiss her mouth.  She became achingly aware of his hardness pressing on her belly.  “I want you,” he moaned.  “I want you so bad.” He began to move his hips back and forth, then up and down and she found that her hips could not keep still, but followed his rhythm.  A roar began in her head and heat blossomed in her thighs and belly.  She wanted
It
.  She wanted to feel
It
fill her over and over again and not stop until she was screaming. 

“Becca.”
  It sounded like a prayer.  “I love you.  I have always loved you.”

In answer, she kissed his mouth and breaking her hands free, reached down and grabbed his
bottom, pulling him closer to her. 
Take me, I’m yours
.

He pulled his shirt off over his head and lay for a moment on top of her enjoying the skin-on-skin contact. 
He undressed her slowly: boots, stockings, dress, and finally, her underwear.  As he unzipped his pants, his erection displayed sticking through the fly of his boxers. 

S
he wanted to reach out and touch it, kiss it even.  Yet enthralled by him, she simply lay, allowing him to undress, to touch, to kiss her.

She watched as he trailed
sweet surging kisses from her knee, down the inside of her thigh, and then stopping at her mound, gave the other leg the same treatment.  When he approached her center this time, however, he allowed his tongue to swirl around her clit in circles, then flitting up and down the middle, alternatively sucking on her clit, until she was gasping. 

“Lie still,” he ordered.

She found that impossible to do.  As he licked her, she began to move her hips.

“Don’t move.”

He sucked on her velvet bud, hard. She gasped.

“Why not move?”

“Because you’ve been a very naughty girl and I’m going to torture you.” 

I’m going to like this.  A lot.

He swooped down again, rubbing her folds with his nose and tongue and scraping, ever-so-lightly with his
unshaven face.  He stuck two fingers inside, moving them around in a circle in the same pattern his tongue was making above.  Then, using his thumbs on her clit, he stuck his tongue up inside her, swirling in circles just inside the inner lips. 

With each movement of his thumb the passion in her escalated
and the heat she held inside of her built until she was ready to shatter.  Using his thumbnail, he lightly scraped her clit, sending her over the edge in cascade after cascade of insanity as all the unspent passion, all the loneliness, all the ache for him during the last year erupted within her and flowed out into Nick’s capable hands as he moved his fingers in and out of her over and over again, making her come harder.  And again, and again.  Finally coming down, she was unsure whether she was laughing or crying or both. 

Nick untied his shoes and pulled off the rest of his clothing.  His cock was as she remembered it,
large, thick, and strong.  He lay on top of her once again, savoring the warmth of their bodies.  He parted her thighs even more and laid in between, the tip of his erection touching her entrance, her lower lips wet and aching for him.  She lifted her hips to allow better contact.

With one m
ovement, he dove inside her, filling her fully.  Her “Ohhhh!” was met with his groan.  Very slowly, he pulled out of her nearly completely and then dove in again.  Withdrawing again almost completely, he again slammed deep within her. 

Her hips began to buck.

“Stop it.” 

She couldn’t stop.

“Slow down.”

She tried very hard to resist the urge to swallow him deep within her.  She was addicted to the feel of him sliding through her and under her clit
.  In desperation, she began to yell.

“Go ahead and scream.  No one out here can hear you.”

He lunged deep into her and out again.  She put her legs around his middle, crossing her heels.  Reaching under her and grabbing her buttocks to hold her still while he loved her, he impaled her over and again, huge, hot and oh, so deliciously hard.  He fucked his need into her, gathering speed and strength until, not able to hold back any longer, he unleashed his entire ache and need for her for the past year into her small frame.  She got lost in their screams as they exploded together, gripping each other tightly.

Afterward he lay with his arms wrapped around her
, not willing to release her, as if he was afraid if he did so, she might evaporate. 

“You’re shaking.”  She cuddled him closer, surprised to find his tears splashing on her forehead.  “Are you alright?”

“Becca, please, please, don’t ever leave me again.  I couldn’t take it.  I can’t handle it.”

She drew quiet
. Pushing him off of her, she sat up. 

Nick sat up beside her.  “Oh, shit.  Now I’ve gone and said the wrong thing.” 

No, it was the right thing; it let me know you care.  It’s just that—
“It’s, oh!  It’s just so crazy!”  She had no one to blame but herself.  She couldn’t blame God; that was for certain.  And it wasn’t Leah’s fault.  She couldn’t help getting sick.  It wasn’t even Ezekiel’s fault. 
Ezekiel.
  She almost felt sorry for him.  He might own her, but he would never possess her heart, never touch her passion.  He was crude and coarse.  He was insensitive to everyone but himself.  He took her at night for his own satisfaction while she lay limp as a rag doll. All these things were true, but did he deserve to have an unfaithful wife? 

Was I ever faithful?  My heart has always belonged to Nick. 
My body belonged to Nick long before Ezekiel claimed it. I lay beneath Ezekiel’s rough humping, dreaming of Nick.  When the rest of the house is asleep at night I touch myself and imagine Nick is touching me, that he is inside me, deep inside, making me his. 

“I just don’t know what to do.”

Come with me
.  She knew he wanted to say this. 
Be with me
.  Or is it that she wanted him to say it?

Instead he ran his fingers through her tousled hair.  “What do you want to do?”

It wasn’t fair.  She wanted to be with Nick.  She had always only wanted to be with Nick.  Somewhere along the way she had somehow felt that she had to sacrifice her own needs and desires in order to save Leah.   Rebekah considered this penance she was paying.  Leah was often not even quite aware of Rebekah’s presence when she was with her.  However, a vow was a vow.  She didn’t feel she could break it, even if it didn’t result in Leah’s death.

“I
made a promise to God—”

“Which we’ve already established is bullshit.”

“But I made a vow, a covenant.” She spoke as if that explained everything.

“You aren’t answering the question.”

She was taken aback.  Her heart answered for her
.  He’s going to make you say it.  Admit you want him, that you want to be with him
.  Then her inner Amish perfectionist kicked in. 
Stop it!  Stop it right now!  This has gone far enough.  No, this has gone too far.  Tell him goodbye and get in the van
.  She didn’t budge. 
Tell him goodbye and get in the van!
  The Amish in her was screeching.  The other side of her spoke almost silently. 
Admit what you are feeling to him and yourself
.

Still she struggled.  “What I want isn’t important.”

His hand rested on her shoulder.  “No, Honey, you’ve got it all wrong.  It is the most important thing.  Besides, I’m asking you.  So tell me.”

She hesitated, afraid, knowing that saying the words would
set into motion a whole series of events that she may not be ready for.  “Nick, please.”

Playfully but roughly, he pushed her down onto the blanket again and straddled her.  He tickled her ferociously, until peals of laughter assailed from her.  Holding her down with his body
with one hand and the other hand still tickling madly, he pocked her mouth with kisses.  “Tell.  Me.  What.  You.  Want.” Each word was punctuated by a kiss.

Howling and no longer able to control herself,
Rebekah squealed, “Alright!  Alright!  I’ll tell you!”

Nick stopped tickling, but continued to
sit on top of her, his face close to hers.

“Look me in the eyes when you say it,” he
said.

Looking into his eyes was harder than she expected.  He knew her too well for her to
deceive him.  She didn’t even know if she wanted to lie or not.  She just knew she couldn’t.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”  When she didn’t say more, he said, “Continue, please.  What do you want?  Not, what does God want or what does Leah want or,” his eyes clouded over broodily, “what does Ezekiel want.  What do you want?  I need to know.”

“I want you.”

“You have me.  Always.”

He kissed her, soft
ly, then almost forcibly, biting down on her lower lip.  His cock stirred against her, hard and restless.  She felt her pulse quicken as he took her arm and almost harshly rolled her over onto her stomach.  Stretching her legs apart, he thrust his erection into her, his arm underneath her and his hand over her clit, fingering her wet folds. 

Holding her tight,
he had one arm under her chest, the other on her pussy.  His movements inside of her became snake-like, moving back and forth, side to side, in and out.  Slow, smooth, and sensuous.  She sighed in exquisite pleasure of him filling her once more. 

Now pushing inward and pulling out at a steady pace, he gained momentum, still stoking her clit.  Her hips swiveled along with his movements, lifting to allow him full access to her.  She wanted him to strike her at
her center, that part which when he had struck it before had sent shockwaves throughout her.  The delicious pain had blended with pleasure into honey-like sweetness. 

His pace increased as did his depth.  Rubbing her clit
masterfully, he whispered in her ear, “Come for me.  Let me hear you come.”  Using the tip of his finger on the very center of her nub, he stroked gently, but quickly, in time with his thrusts.               

Her intake of air became ragged.  As her orgasm was overtaking her, he
took hold of her breast and squeezed.  She shrieked as she came, her legs flailing he held her hips securely under him while pounding himself within her.

“Deeper,” she panted.

In answer, he pulled out of her and motioned for her to get up on her hands and knees. 

“I know what you like,” his voice was gruff as he
penetrated her once again, slamming deep within her to the place where her core began.  Her voice rose with emotion as he forced her head down to the blanket. Grasping her hair and hip, he rode her wildly, spanking her from within with his cock.  She desperately wanted to move with him, to open even wider for him, but he kept her trapped, drowning in her passion as he drove himself within her.  Finally, both of them crying out in bliss, his body broke over hers, shuddering in and around her.  Hers shook in acceptance and joy.

***

Afterward, he lay with only his pants on, chewing a sandwich, and watching her dress
.  I guess I have to go back now and pretend to be the dutiful wife.

“So, this is what you want.”  It wasn’t a question she directed at him. 

“No, I want more.”

“More!” 
More?

“I want you to be with me.  Live with me.”

“I can’t—”