Free Amish Heart (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) by Miranda Rush

burning eruption, she twisted, wailing loudly, her body shuddering violently. 
    Nick’s hand stroked her some more, producing further flares to shoot though her body.  Eventually, she became too sensitive and had to push his hands away.  The fold of silk twitched with a life of its own, causing further pleasurable sensations.
    “Oh no, I’m not done with you yet.”
    Starting at her knee, he kissed her inner thigh, licking and play biting, working his way up to where her legs met, but going no further, then going to the other leg and sucking deeply, he slowly, almost painfully slowly made his way up until he met that hollow where her thigh and pubis met.  She had never explored her body before, and wasn’t aware this area existed.  With shocking abruptness, his mouth put intense hot suction on this hollow, swirling his tongue around in a circle, sucking harder and biting again, then sucking softer but moving his mouth so that her feminine lip would slip into his mouth.  She gasped, clutching the bedclothes.  Grabbing her thighs, he dragged her to the end of the bed, taking the bedclothes in her grasp along.  The next thing she felt was the paradise of his tongue, darting here and there, inside her somehow, and then working that silk he had found earlier.  
    She inhaled sharply, holding the top of his head while he loved her.  Placing two fingers inside of her, he circled around her nub with his tongue and then, curling his fingers inside of her, he lashed it with his tongue faster and faster, while the pressure inside her increased. 
    It was almost too much.  Again, the fire built hot and fast and strong, sending courses of flame through her, causing her to convulse, shrieking. 
    He held her, rocking her back and forth as she came down to rationalism.
    But it was not over.  He held within every fiber of him a searing tension.  He fairly shook with it.
    He rose back up to kiss her on the mouth and she steamed at the smell and taste of herself on his lips.  Again, he half lifted her and placed her square on the bed again.  The place where her bottom had been was sopping wet. 
    His eyes bore down into hers, deep hypnotic pools. 
    “Rebekah,” the sound of him saying her name made her heart soar.  “Becca, I love you.”
    He loves me!   She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry with delight.
    She stretched out to touch his hair as he stood over her.  She had to o, needed to say his name.  “Nick, I love you, too.”
    Then he stood straight, the protrusion in his underwear only bigger and wetter.  He grasped the waistband, shoving the garment down and off.
    Rebekah gaped .  It was an immense swollen pink mushroom, long and incredibly thick, standing nearly straight up flush with his stomach surrounded by small dark curls.  She extended her fingers to touch it, amazed by its silkiness, the brown ring around its middle and the miniscule hole at the top which was weeping clear fluid.  He quaked at her touch. “You make me crazy.”  It sounded like a wonderful thing when he said it like that.
    “What is that?”
    Smiling at her innocence, he said, “This is my cock.”
    She giggled.  A cock was a male chicken.
    He laid on top of her again, touching fully skin to skin, moving as he had before, jutting his cock up against her pelvis, kissing her, fondling her breasts, building her excitement back up again to match his own.  Spreading her legs, he took his erection and made circles around her opening, then up and down against her nodule. 
    “What are you doing?”  She gasped, loving the feeling of his hardness against her softness,
    “Playing with your clit.  I want to make you come again.”
    He rubbed faster and then put pressure against her opening with the head and backed away, then more pressure on it and eased off and again . . . and again.  Soon, unbidden, Rebekah’s hips began moving to meet his pushes. 
    “I will try very hard to be gentle.” 
    She was confused only for a