Amish Heart (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy)

by Miranda Rush

  “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.

  Chapter 11

  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.

  Chapter 12

  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?

  Chapter 13

  Thursday

  “You want me to leave you alone with this English for two hours? Why? What can you possibly have to say to him you can’t say in front of me?” Leah’s stance was disapproving, disappointed. “You can’t be seriously thinking of being alone with him.”

  “Leah, please, I just need to talk to him.”

  “Talk? I don’t think so. I think this English has more in mind than talk.”

  “I have to see him.”

  Leah’s eyes frosted. “Why?”

  “It’s important.”

  “Why?”

  Rebekah fell wordless.

  “What aren’t you telling me?”

  Rebekah was reluctant. “I’m in love with him.”

  Leah’s temper flared. “You’re in love with an English! You couldn’t! What about Ezekiel?”

  “I’m not in love with Ezekiel!”

  Leah regarded her sister coolly, growing reticent. She knew better than anyone of Rebekah’s abhorrence for the man she was soon to marry. At last she shook her head, “I blame myself. I should have known. I should have seen this. You need to be so very careful, Rebekah. You could be shunned.”

  Rebekah nodded gravely, “I know. But I love him, Leah. I love him.” She repeated it as if somehow repetition alone would convince Leah.

  “You are marrying Ezekiel.”

  “I don’t love Ezekiel.”

  “Oh Rebekah!” It was all she could say.

  “You will allow us two hours to ourselves?”

  “You would choose this English over your duty?” Over your family, is that the real question? “Are you hearing me? You could be shunned.”

  “I love him.” It was the totality of an answer. He makes me happy.

  “But does he love you? He is not Amish. “

  “He does love me.”

  Leah came forward to put her palm against Rebekah’s cheek. “I am only afraid of losing my sister, who I love.”

  Rebekah hugged her sister. “I love you, too.”

  “What good can any of this do? You are getting married!”

  Even though she and Nick had not made any vows or plans, she had felt in their lovemaking an unbreakable promise.

  Looking at her sister’s worried face, Rebekah knew she could not share the whole truth. She wasn’t afraid Leah would tell anyone. She just knew it would be a further torment to her sister to know that she and Nick had already been intimate. That we had fucked, to use Nick’s expression. He was right, fucking was a beautiful thing.

  “I don’t know. I just know that I need to speak to him.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She just needed to have him inside her again as well.

  I don’t know, Leah’s face seemed to say back.

  “Please. Please.”

  “Promise me you’ll be careful,” she relented. “Promise me.”

  Rebekah lit up. “I promise.”

  “You can’t trust the English.”

  “Alright.”

  “I don’t care what he says.”

  Willing to agree to anything, Rebekah nodded. We get two whole hours . . . tomorrow! The thought made her jubilant, an emotion she could not suppress.

  Friday

  Nick and Rebekah yakked enthusiastically, not paying Leah any heed. Leah paid no attention to the couple outwardly. Rebekah did not notice if she was subtly watching and wasn’t minding if she did watch. She and Nick spoke of everything, except their relationship and Ezekiel, the two things Rebekah needed most to discuss with him.

  They stole touches of their hands whenever possible when passing packages into the van. Once Rebekah took Nick’s hand to assist her into the van and Leah never seemed to notice. Finally, on the trip back, Nick asked Leah, “Would you like to see the Antique Mall in Cameron for a while?” With a dark expression, Leah nodded curtly.

  After dropping Leah off, Nick tossed Rebekah a flat plastic card.

  “What is it?”

  “Best Western Hotel key, room 209.”

  A key? Strange. A key was made of metal, not a thin plastic card.

  She began to unbraid her hair in the van while smiling at Nick. Nick returned the gleam and reached out for her hand. “You sure are beautiful.”

  In the room they made haste getting naked but then simply lay on the bed, allowing hands and lips and noses and tongues to touch and explore. Rebekah focused finally on Nick’s erection, marking out with her fingers the thick vein, the brown ring, the velvety soft cap. She cupped his testicles in her hand.

  “Gentle with those.”


  “Yes, Sir.”

  Her tongue crested the edge of his head, then up his shaft, where a small curious triangle furrowed just below the weeping eye. Her tongue then swirled around the top and she tentatively took the tip in her mouth and sucked gently. Now what do I do? He lay on the bed with his eyes closed. She sucked a little less delicately and Nick moaned. She inhaled deeply the clean, male musky Nick scent. I am addicted to how this man smells. She pulled more of his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue around the edges of it as her mouth constricted on him. His hips began to move up and down, and so she followed his lead: propelling and withdrawing, moving up and down on him, sliding him in and out of her mouth. Then, she suctioned hard, almost biting, gently squeezing his balls at the same time.

  “Ohhhhh—ohhhhh!” Nick quavered.

  He held onto her head, pushing himself a little deeper into her mouth, pulling out, pushing again, more ardently, until she gagged and pulled away.

  “I’m sorry,” she apologized.

  “No, I’m sorry for making you choke. Baby, you were great! Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

  “Certain.”

  “Man, I am in so much trouble!” He laughed. “Wait until you get more experience. I love it!” He stood up beside the bed and motioned. “Come here.”

  She joined him. He tore open another one of those packets and put on something that now she saw as looking like a clear balloon. At her quizzical look, he offered, “So we don’t get you pregnant.”

  Pregnant?

  She didn’t have time to contemplate this however, as he kissed her fully, letting his mouth take ownership of her lips, her tongue. As they kissed, they breathed each other’s breath, and a sense of oneness filled her. I don’t know where I end and you begin.

  “Turn around, little girl, and grab your ankles.” She turned with her back to him and took her ankles in her hands.

  With his foot, he nudged her feet apart about a foot. He took his thick member in his hand then and stroked the entire length of her female parts. Up and down and then around in a circle just on the inside lips of her core. He began to push into those lips slightly, then draw away, advancing inward a slight amount more, then disengaging once more. He did this many times, finally penetrating with just his tip, and vacating.