He was so… capable. So intense. It should have frightened me—and maybe on some level, it did—but I was so wrapped up in how good it all felt that I’d hardly been able to draw myself away from him in time to…
To what? To avoid giving myself to him? That was the truth of the matter, wasn’t it—that I’d been ready and willing to sacrifice everything I’d ever believed in, just for a taste of the rapture I knew Reid could give me?
Just… not ready enough. Oh, it was so confusing. I couldn’t seem to sort out the words to properly describe what I was feeling. It was as if my heart, mind, body, and soul were all at war with each other. My heart and body clamored to be Reid’s, but my mind and soul begged for caution, flooded me with memories of my dedication to God, to the rules of our community, and to my father’s wishes. My stomach turned and I sat down at the picnic-style table near the wood-burning stove. How was I supposed to make sense of any of this when I was feeling everything at once?
It seemed like no matter where we were, how remote the environment, I was always going to be overwhelmed by Reid’s sheer presence and the temptation he posed for me. But should I just give in? Would he respect me if I did, or would I just end up one of the many women I knew he’d left in his wake?
These were such stupid thoughts. Reid wasn’t the kind of man to settle down, no matter how much I might want him to be. It didn’t matter that back home, this would have been considered a very intense courtship. Out here was what mattered, and out here, our intimacy meant nothing at all.
So if that was true… what was the harm in indulging in it?
That errant thought set my heart alight in the same way the tinder in the stove burned in front of me. I was so enraptured by those flames that I almost didn’t hear Reid when he came out through the sliding glass door and joined me.
“Thought you would’ve used the indoor stove,” he said, sitting down behind me. “You didn’t have to come all the way out here just to get away from me.”
“It wasn’t that,” I told him. And for the most part, it wasn’t. Nervously, I rubbed my hands down the sides of my jeans—it felt odd to be wearing pants, but Hannah assured me they were proper cabin attire. “I’m… not really familiar with anything but a stove like this. I have no idea what all those buttons and dials mean in there.”
Reid chuckled. It felt warm and soft against my neck, raising the hairs there. “You could’ve asked. You know I’m willing to teach you anything you wanna learn.”
I looked over my shoulder at him. It was a dangerous proposition; gazing into his dark eyes always threatened to bring me to my knees. But I held firm. “You only seem to offer that deal when you have something… sinful in mind.”
He grinned roguishly. “Didn’t realize I was supposed to be a saint.” When I looked away, he added, “All right, all right. I’m sorry. I’ve been pushing kinda hard, haven’t I?” He didn’t wait for me to answer before continuing. “I don’t mean to, darlin’. It’s just… God, you’re so damn beautiful. It’s hard to think of anything else, when you’re around.”
Beautiful. Compliments like that weren’t just thrown around, where I came from. And the way the word fell from Reid’s lips, I got the impression it wasn’t something he took lightly, either. At least, not here with me. In fact, I got the impression that Reid did a lot of things differently where I was concerned. I chewed my lip and risked another glance back at him.
“I understand. I do. But you have to know, this isn’t… normal for me. And not only that, it’s not something that would ever be permitted, let alone thought of, back in my village. You’re asking me to forsake all I’ve ever learned, all I’ve ever held as true, just so I can…” My face flushed. “…lay with you.”
Reid laughed. “You make it sound so Biblical.” When I pursed my lips, his eyes softened and he sighed, rakings his fingers through his short hair. “Look, you don’t have to abandon your beliefs just to be with me. I don’t want you to give up your faith. That wouldn’t be fair. But I want you to consider the fact that your time here is supposed to be a test of that faith—a get out of jail free card.” I stared at him, bewildered, and he shook his head with a wry smile. “Right. Sorry. What I mean is that this is your one chance to figure things out for yourself. To expose yourself to all my world has to offer—to sin, even—and then come back and be absolved. You will never, ever get an opportunity like this again. Am I right?”
“It’s… more complicated than that,” I said. “But essentially, yes. I could never return here without giving up my life and turning my back on the church.”
Reid nodded and leaned forward, his arm on the table. “So then why not make it count, huh? Why not let yourself be here, instead of there? That’s the whole damn point! How are you ever gonna know what you missed out on, what you could’ve had, if you don’t give in a little and let yourself have a taste? Hell, what’s the point of you even being on Rumspringa if all you’re gonna do is act like you’re still at home?”
Coming from anyone else, those words would have lit a fire in my belly that I would have used to burn whoever had said them. To imply that if I wasn’t going to do everything they said, I shouldn’t be here—I would have considered it foul and rude.
But the way Reid said it… I knew what he was getting at. And I knew that he was right. So far, I’d spent my time in the English world acting as though it didn’t affect me, as though I was right back home, following the same rules that had been drilled into my head ever since I was a child. I’d failed to appreciate my freedom here, and the purpose of my Rumspringa. I’d been so afraid of turning out like Hannah that I hadn’t opened myself up to the experience whatsoever. Deep down, I was afraid I might like it.
And then what?
I turned to face Reid then, letting out a long breath of defeat. No, not defeat—acceptance. This was the push I had needed, the permission I’d been looking for all along. Slowly, I nodded… but with one caveat.
“I’d be willing to explore some of those things with you,” I said, then cut Reid off before he could get too excited, “but maybe not… everything. Not yet.” I couldn’t believe I was even saying this. It felt so dirty and wrong, but at the same time, it wasn’t untrue. “I’m not sure what I’m asking for, exactly. But…”
Reid stopped me by placing his hand on the curve of my cheek. “Let’s figure it out,” he said. “Together.”
I could do nothing else but acquiesce.
I let Reid pull me against him, his hands threading up through the back of my hair. He was always doing that, touching my locks, and I loved it. We weren’t even allowed to show our hair most of the time back at the village—it was always tucked up beneath a bonnet. Out here, I could let it down, let Reid comb through it, let him take a handful and grip tight. It made my scalp tingle and burn just a little, but it was anything but unpleasant. In fact, some part of me wished he’d pull a little tighter.
And then he was kissing me. His lips were scorching, bruising. His tongue was hot and insistent. I let him into my mouth, tentatively rising up to meet him, to taste him the way he tasted me. I couldn’t quite tell if I was doing it right, but Reid never pulled away. As the heat that had flooded my body so many times before began to crest in me, I gave in and let it. For once, I let myself operate on desire and instinct. I pressed close to Reid until I was in his lap, until I could feel the hard burden of his manhood jutting into my thigh, and arched as he dug his fingers into my hips.
“Show me what I’ve been missing out on, Reid,” I murmured against his mouth. “Please… show me something new.”
Reid grinned. “And the food?”
I shook my head at him. “I hadn’t gotten that far yet. All I did was start the fire.”
Slipping his hands beneath my rear, Reid lifted me, standing up so that he carried me against him. As my hair fell on either side of his face like a curtain, he asked me, “Where to, darlin’? The bedroom?”
I wanted to say yes. I wanted to give in to everythin
g I’d been denying. But I couldn’t. The bedroom seemed too intimate yet, and I knew if we went in there, I’d lose any and all inhibitions I had left. Part of me relished that thought, but another told me I needed to ease into this, and erring on the side of caution was where I was most comfortable.
I bit my lip and shook my head. “Not yet. Maybe… maybe the couch?” I’d seen one in the living room on my way upstairs before. It had looked… spacious.
Reid kissed me again. My toes curled. And then he took me inside the cabin, carrying me every step of the way as if I weighed nothing at all.
17
Reid
“Harder,” Sarah whimpered. It was the last word I’d imagined would come from her mouth.
I’d hoped, obviously. But hearing it was… unexpected.
She was on the couch. On her back. Her hair was a red-gold halo around her, shimmering in the low lights. Her blouse was open; her bra was unfastened, pulled up to reveal the soft mounds of her gorgeous, pink-tipped tits. They fit so perfectly in my palms, the weight of them making my dick rise far beyond what I’d imagined it was capable of.
I’d never had a hard-on this strong. Never. Shit… what was this Amish girl doing to me?
The only thing I knew for sure was what I was doing to her. I was making her squirm. Making her writhe. I was teasing those tight little nipples and spreading gooseflesh all over her body. She was clinging to my arms, nails dug in, hips grinding against my own. I knew she could feel the pressure of my cock between her legs. I knew some instinct was guiding her to slide along it, to experience that delicious hardness for herself. Some animal part of her had taken over. An animal I’d brought out.
“Harder?” I asked her, as though I hadn’t heard her plea. Part of me wasn’t sure that I had. “Is that what you want, Sarah? Is this what you’re asking me for?”
I bent my head to her left breast and slid my hand to the side to make room for my teeth. I sank them into the tender peak of her nipple, grazing at first, then biting deeper. Harder. Just like she’d asked me to.
Sarah stiffened. One of her hands left my arm to find purchase in my hair. Grasping. Tugging. I laved her with my tongue and she gave a shriek that made my shaft swell and pulse. She’d given me free reign to do whatever I wanted to her, short of actually having sex, but the only thing I was aching to do was ram my cock deep and hard inside her.
And not just because it would mean I’d won the bet. No, this was a deeper desire. Something more… personal.
“Yes,” Sarah breathed. “Yes…! That… that feels so good…”
I had no doubt it did. Still… “You act like you’ve never touched yourself before.”
I blew cool air over her stiff peak and she bit her lip, gripping my hair tighter. I raised a brow. “…haven’t you?” I asked her. “You have, right? You must have…” But Sarah still didn’t answer me. And by the way she averted her eyes, that extra bit of pink staining her cheeks, I slowly began to realize that no, in fact—she hadn’t.
“Ever?” It was a stupid question, but at least this time, Sarah shook her head. I let out a long breath. “Oh, no. This simply will not do.”
“Wh-what?” she asked, regarding me now with wide, almost frightened eyes. “Reid, please… I don’t want you to stop…”
“And I’m not going to,” I assured her, opening up the front of her pants. “But you did ask me to teach you things. And so I am.” Sarah gasped as I pulled her jeans down off her hips. “I’m going to teach you what an orgasm is like. Specifically…” I took her hand, sliding it down her stomach. “…how to give yourself one.”
Sarah turned so red I was sure she’d faint from the lack of circulation to other parts of her body. Then again, she was having a similar effect on me—only my blood wasn’t all pooling in my face. Instead, it was flowing somewhere a lot further south.
“I… I don’t know, Reid…”
“Why not?” I raised a brow, coaxing her fingers down under the band of her semi-sheer panties. The treasure that lay hidden there was almost unbearably tempting. “You’d let me touch you here. Wouldn’t you?”
After a moment of thought, Sarah nodded. She was biting her bottom lip so hard it was turning white. I kissed her mouth, passionately, hard, to make her stop.
“If you’d let me touch that beautiful pussy,” I whispered against her teeth, “then you should let yourself do it, too.”
“I can’t,” she moaned in reply. “I can’t, Reid. It’s… not something I’m allowed to do…”
“Sure it is.” I lifted up off her, just a little, to accommodate her fingers between us. “You’re doing it right now.”
I’d guided Sarah’s hand to her outer lips, and now her fingers lay splayed over them. She apparently hadn’t noticed until I mentioned it; she looked down in shock. I grinned and sat back a little, admiring my handiwork.
“Dip your fingers in, Sarah. Tell me, are you wet?”
Obediently, yet with great hesitance, Sarah did as she was told. I watched her inch her fingers forward, then down, breaching the smooth slit between her thighs. She licked her lips. “Yes.”
I smirked. “How wet?” I could tell by the state of her panties, but I really wanted her to tell me.
Squirming, her gaze leaving mine, Sarah whispered, “Very.”
“Good,” I said. “Now, I want you to take those soaking wet fingers and move them right…” I took her by the wrist, escorting her hand to the top of her slit where her undoubtedly aching clit was waiting for some love. “…here.”
I cupped my palm over her knuckles, keeping her hand in place as she experimentally brushed her fingertips over her most sensitive spot. She shuddered and her hips gave an involuntary buck. “Oh. Oh, God…”
“That’s it,” I told her, gritting my teeth. The urge to take out my dick and ram it between her slick, hot folds threatened to overwhelm me, but I had to stay strong. Right now, it wasn’t about me. It was about Sarah. I wasn’t even thinking about that stupid bet—all I wanted was for her to know herself and her body; to experience a sliver of bliss before I showed her how much more I could give her. I wanted to whet her appetite, and judging by how her eyes fluttered closed, I was doing just that.
I returned my hands to her breasts, seizing them, pinching her nipples between my fingers and thumb. “Don’t stop,” I whispered to her. “Don’t you dare stop, darlin’. We’re gonna make you come. You and me. We’ll do it together. I’m right here with you. I’ll be with you every step of the way. But don’t stop…”
Slowly, giving her time to stop me, I pulled Sarah’s panties down so I could watch her work her sweet pussy. Shyly, she turned her head, but let me expose her and pull apart her outer lips to give myself a good view. She was so pink and precious inside, and so completely soaked. The sounds her fingers made as she played with herself made my balls ache. I had a huge load building up, and sooner or later, I was going to explode.
I grunted as I imagined what it would be like to sheathe myself inside Sarah, to push in as far as I could go; to bottom out in that tight cunt of hers until I let loose all the hot cum I had welling in my nuts. Watching her touch herself wasn’t exactly curbing that desire; it was only stoking the flames.
Sarah had begun to thrash, arching up off the couch as she lost herself in fumbling pleasure. I grinned, in love with the sight of her. She wasn’t putting on a performance for me. She wasn’t acting in any way at all. This was genuine bliss, unfettered by expectations. I’d never seen it before. Obviously I’d given the women I’d been with the time of their lives. Obviously I’d seen them squirm and buck an awful lot like this. Just not exactly like this, because no matter how good they felt, they were ultimately playing a game. Playing to an audience.
Sarah acted like she had no audience. She was utterly lost. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
When she cried out, when she stared at me, wide-eyed, as the ultimate pleasure overtook her, I felt something in my heart break just a little. Be
cause it was like watching the birth of a star—watching Sarah collapse in on herself before bursting into something heavenly, something impossibly bright. I was watching her become someone, and something, else. And I so badly wanted to be a part of that. I wanted to transcend with her.
I held onto her waist as she rode out her orgasm there on the couch—her very first. I’d helped her get there. I’d taken part. And now I felt responsible for the girl I’d made feel like a woman for the first time in her life. Seeing her like this, her head thrown back, her throat exposed, her brow furrowed over her tightly closed eyes—the bow of her back—the trembling that overtook every inch of her—it did something to me. It was like my body chemistry suddenly… changed. Like who I was, before Sarah, melted away. I was shedding that identity and those desires like snake skin, and this new person—this raw flesh underneath—had other things in mind.
Things like tenderness and devotion.
Things like a sense of duty—a need to protect—to nurture and take care of.
What was this? What was happening to me? How was she making me fall apart and come together all at once?
“Reid,” she breathed, and my name on her lips renewed the urge between my legs. My blood ran hotter than ever as she opened her perfect, sparkling eyes and met my gaze. There was a hazy light in them, a flicker of a flame that hadn’t been there before. When I cupped her cheek in one of my hands, she leaned into my touch without hesitation—like this was already old news. Like after this one time, she was already accustomed to my touch. Like she had found the place where she fit against me, and it was her new home now.
“I want to take you upstairs,” I told her, my own whisper a thin sound, like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room for the two of us. “I want you in my bed. Jesus, Sarah—I want to be inside you so fucking bad.”
Sarah looked up at me—Venus with her panties around her knees. “Okay,” she said.
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