Amish Passion (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) (6 page)

Monday

July had meandered lazily into stifling August.  Each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday Rebekah would wait to meet Nick at the gas station and each one of those days they would celebrate their love.  Most days, Rachel cooperated by taking her morning nap while they became lost in each other.  Sometimes they would sit and talk and play with their daughter.

“She is getting so big.”

“I think she grows when I’m sleeping.”

“Every time I see you she’s changed
.”  Nick bent forward to make a funny face and was rewarded by Rachel’s bells of laughter.  “Now she is crawling.”

Rebekah chuckled at the sound of her daughter’s laughs.  “Well, almost crawling.”

“Ok, she
swims
across the floor.  But it gets her from here to there.” 

She looked around at the room filled with baby toys.  Nick had gotten her a new one nearly each time they met.  She tried to discourage his doing so. 
The Amish do not lavish such attention on their children.  They are convinced it will spoil them.  But Nick only responded by saying, “So what if I spoil my little girl some?”  So she held her tongue in regards to the toys, even though exposing a child to toys that light up and made sounds grated against her upbringing.

Nick was holding up a fuzzy teddy bear and making it dance and sing
, using his own voice.  It sent Rachel into high pitched crows.

“I’ll never get her down for her nap.”
Rebekah protested, pretending grumpiness. 

“Oh, yes, we will.  Give her to me.”  Rocking her, he sang softly a song about being wise, opening your eyes, and finding your heart. 
Rebekah marveled as, once again, the baby’s eyelids magically became heavy and dreams befell her.

Laying her in her crib
gently so as to not awaken her, he then turned to Rebekah.

“Oh, what I have in store for you!”

She was curious by this and became further mystified when she went into the master bedroom and found the bed with no bedclothes, no pillows, only a rubber sheet on it and a silky black scarf. 

Kissing and tickling, they undressed each other, tossing their clothes into the hallway.  Fully disrobed, she could not take the suspense any longer. 

“What is all this for?”

“You’ll see.”

He sat her on the bed.  Taking the black scarf and holding it in the air above her body, he made swoops in the air, drifting it over her shoulders and breasts.  She lifted her face to it and was kissed by the smoothness of the fabric.  He made it travel down each arm, her back and then down each leg before stopping at her toes.  She sat with love bumps breaking out on her ivory skin. 

H
e took the scarf, folded it over once, and wrapped it gently but firmly around the upper part of her face, leaving only her nostrils and mouth exposed.  He tied it at the back of her head.

“Too tight?”

What is too tight?  What is he going to do to me?  I can’t see a thing!

“No.  I’m fine.”

“Good.”  

Extreme curiosity
and a little trepidation gripped her.

“Do you trust me?”

She nodded.

A large push to her chest landed her on her back on the bed.

Then . . . nothing.  She licked her lips nervously, waiting. 

Incredible softness brushed her thighs and breasts. It swirled around her nipples.  She reached for it and out of the darkness, her hand was slapped away. 

“Don’t move.”

He spread her legs, revealing her femininity.  The ticklish softness sauntered there where it swept over her folds, down the inner portion of a thigh, up the other thigh and back to her folds.  Then it was gone.

Next something warm and slick came dripping on her.  It started at her stomach and traveled to her breasts, running in oily rivulets down the sides of the rounded half globes and pooling in warm puddles underneath her.  Rebekah caught a whiff of what smelled like the soap the English use, only better.  This smelled sweet.  The warm trickles continued down the inside of her leg streaming down to where her legs met her body. Her bottom was saturated. Again she started to touch the substance in order to see what it was and again her hand was smacked.

“I said, don’t move.”

The slippery substance then was dribbled onto the very crest of her mound and traveled, oh, so provocatively slowly, down each of her feminine lips, and down the center to her clit. 

She felt weight on the bed between her legs and felt Nick’s erection, tracing on the inside of her thighs, spreading
the oil. 
Playing in it! 
Then he moved gently up and down each feminine lip and circling the entrance in between her legs. Moving with infinite slowness, he slipped slightly inside of her and came out completely.  Again, he eased his way in and back out, each time working into her just a tiny fraction at a time. 

Dark, thick pools of desire built up inside of her.  She tried to move her hips, to invite him in fully and was rewarded with a cuff to the side of her thigh.

“I’m not going to tell you again—
don’t move
.” 

She whimpered her want.

He withdrew from her completely.  Warm cascades of the thick substance came down upon her, covering her from neck to foot.  She gasped. 
What is next?

His weight was on the bed around her.  W
ith one movement, he dove inside her.  The force of his thrust caused her to move upward on the bed.  Another plunge.  Slowly, he built up her hunger.  Moving in and out again, he possessed her, until she was whining with her thirst for him.

With each push deep inside her, he made them slide around on the mattress.  It felt like they were fucking in a pool, without gravity,
with nothing to hold onto but each other.

“I feel as if I can never get deep enough inside of you
,” he whispered.  Harder he drove, making her hit the headboard.  Laughing, she put her hands up to protect her head. 

He came out of her completely, taking his weight off the bed.  With oily hands, he grabbed her ankles and jerked her
feet down to the bottom of the bed. She heard him leave the room.

What now?

She heard the refrigerator door open and close.  He returned with
what. . . ?
 
What does he have?
 

Her question was immediately answered.  Something wet and
cold played along the outside of her folds.  She twitched. 
Ice.
After the shock wore off, it was arousing. He laughed.  Without warning, he slipped pieces of ice inside of her. 
One, two, three
. . . she counted six.  Then he entered her once more, sharp and hard.  The contrast between the smoldering heat of his penis and the frigidness of the ice took her breath away, adding a new dimension to the edge she enjoyed of pleasure and pain.  The blackness of her blindfold only served to heighten her other senses, taking her craving for him to a level surpassing what she had ever experienced before.

Again and again his cock
laid claim to her as they slid upon the bed.  Higher and higher her desire blossomed, becoming a thing unto itself.  Slap or no slap, she could no longer hold still.  She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts as they glided across the rubber sheet.

Nick
slid her up to the top of the bed.

“On your knees and grab the headboard.”

Very willingly, she faced the headboard in the darkness, gripping hard. 
Please, I want to come so badly.

He laughed, able to read her body language. 

“Hold on tight.”

Again, he insinuated himself
inside her bit by bit.  Holding onto her hips, he began to impel himself swifter and harder into her core while leaning forward as to rub her clit with his fingertips.  As she began to swing her hips in time with his tempo, his thrusts became deeper and more urgent.  Fairly roaring in her ear, his ascent began.  Feeling him grow even harder and larger within her thrilled her.  Knowing that her love was about to experience his ecstasy triggered her explosion, scattering her in scorching sensation and emotion.

Oh God, I love this man.

When at last they pulled away from each other, she was unprepared for all the water that rushed out of her. 
Oh, right.  The ice melted.
  It was similar to the Chinese balls. After finishing their lovemaking, Nick had instructed her to squat and push with her vaginal muscles.
Jangle-plop!  Jangle-plop!
  They came out. 
Just like laying two eggs
, she had thought, bemused.

After standing her beside the bed, he took off her blindfold.  A near empty bottle of lavender scented massage oil was beside the bed, along with an almost melted dish of ice and a feather duster.  Leading her to the bathroom, he turned
the shower on warm, steaming the mirror.  She touched the water, delighted.  She had never taken a shower before.  Her only cleansing, besides washing her hands, had been baths in a large washtub in the kitchen on Saturday nights to prepare for the Sabbath and wash ups in the basin in her bedroom in between.  In the summer months she washed up nightly.  But this will be different.
Like washing in a warm rain
.

She stepped in the shower with Nick. 

“Careful, you’re slippery,” he said.  She was silent, allowing the rush of the water to flow over her hair and down her body.  She couldn’t talk or she would breathe water in and she was too delighted with the sensation of hot water hitting her face to even think of moving.

Nick grabbed some shampoo and soon her hair was full of wondrous smelling suds.  Massaging her scalp, his hands became entangled in her hair
and he apologized for pulling it.  Her answer to him was to flash him her teeth, letting soapy water wash into her mouth.  Disconcerted, she spat.

“Yeah.  It doesn’t taste good. 
Here, close your eyes.”  He moved the head of the shower around to rinse her hair, murmuring, “I’ve never seen hair like this on anyone.  Have you ever cut it?”

She shook her head no, not wishing to open her mouth and repeat getting her mouth washed
with soap.

Then, he moved her out of the direct stream of the water.  He took soap and lather
ed up his strong long-fingered hands, placing them on her body.  He started with her neck and shoulders and massaged first down her front side, then down her back.  He worked his fingers in deeply, kneading out the knots of stress and grief she had accumulated.  Soon, loosened, she was delightfully once more under the spray of water.  She rinsed and then took the bar of soap in her hand.

“Your turn.”  Her soapy hands spread over his body
, reveling in the feel of his body—s
o different from mine! 
She reveled in the feeling of his sculpted muscles and the hair on his tanned skin.  When she got to his penis, she stoked it up and down with her slick hands, bringing it to full engorgement. 
My hands will fuck him in a new way
.  Making her hands into a pussy, she squeezed and pushed him in and out until he was gasping and shaking.  Up and down, squeeze.  Up and down, squeeze. Faster and faster, up and down and up and down.

Grabbing her by her arms, he spun her around until she was facing away from him
.  After rinsing himself off, he partly lifted her on her toes and plunged himself deeply within her. 
Oh, am I ever wet inside!
  She had expected the water to have washed away all of her natural lubrication as well as the juices left over from their lovemaking.  Instead, wet arousal oozed from her. 

“You need to be fucked.”  He growled.  “I am going to fuck you so hard.”  True to his word, he did.  His cock seemed to have a life of its own, piercing her and delving deeper and deeper into her as she shrieked with joy with each mammoth drive.
She marveled that although they were so disparate in size—she so small and him so tall—they fit together so well.  In and out, he went deeper with each push, the water splashing over her body.

He picked her up and placed her
with each foot on either side of the tub, hugging the shower wall for support while he moved in and out of her, almost smashing her into the wall with each drive.  He put a hand in front of her mound again, stroking her clit with each of his thrusts.  In . . . and out . . . and in . . . and out, over and again. 

He
removed himself from her altogether and moved her a few feet closer to the center of the tub. 

“Bend over.”

She bent, putting her palms on the tiled wall in front of her for balance.

What he did next shocked her.

He took his cock and swirled it around in her wet, hungry pussy and then gently but impassionedly drove it deeply into her ass.  Her first reaction was to recoil, to fight him, but he held her firm, and with deft fingers worked her aching nub until she was screaming for release.  With gentle thrusts he dove and she stopped fighting him.  She was enthralled by the simultaneous feelings of him inside her this different way and his fingers working magic on her bud.  Reaching underneath her, he placed a finger in her pussy with one hand while his other hand still massaged her clit up and down the middle and his cock filled her ass, deep and strong.  He bent the finger inside her, wriggling it from side to side and—she lost it.  Her world came together, blinding her as the onslaught of her orgasm drowned out the roar of the shower.  He pulled out of her and carefully washed himself off with soap before turning her around again, standing on the edge of the tub, this time with her back against the shower wall.