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

over and over again.  As his stokes grew more and more powerful, she could feel the head of his cock hitting against something deep within her center.  Again, the fierce pleasure surpassed the discomfort, the pain only serving to intensify the craving and the craving building into a frenzy where she heard a voice wailing, almost piteously, “Harder! Harder!”  With a detached form of surprise, she realized the voice was hers. 
    Nick complied with her requests, driving farther and farther inside, faster and faster, with an almost religious fervor, abrading her clit with his thumb in rhythm to his strokes.  It started out as a low pitched hum, turning into a shriek as again molten flesh exploded.  She finished with a howl as he was ejaculating mightily deep within her, the near silent sound of his coming drowned out by hers.
    ***
    As evening fell, she was loathe to leave him.  However the real world was coming back to her.  She had to return to the wedding before she was missed.  She reluctantly dressed and was alarmed to see that she was bleeding. 
    “Oh, of course, this was your first time, I didn’t think—I mean I’ve never had . . .”  Nick gave her his T-shirt to wipe herself off.  “What do you use?”
    “Use for what?”
    “Your period.”
    “My what? ” 
    “Your menstrual cycle.   You know, when you bleed each month.”  He surveyed her ample breasts and the small tuft of reddish hair that hid her femininity as if to ascertain that yes, she was old enough to bleed. 
    “Oh, my monthlies.   Yes, I have them.”  She barely suppressed a smile.  She had never discussed such things with a man, and rarely with a woman, other than her mother who told her what to do when she, terrified at the age of thirteen, found blood soaking her bloomers.  “I put a rag in my underwear.”
    “Do you have one with you?”
    “No.”  Her last period, as Nick called it, was nine days ago, thus she had no need to carry one.
    “Here.”  Nick picked a clean T-shirt out of his knapsack and using his penknife, cut and tore it in half.  He handed one half to her.  “Will this work?”  She marveled.  In her wildest imagination, she could not picture Ezekiel tearing his good shirt to give it to her to bleed on. 
    “Very good.  Thank you.”
    He drove her back to the wedding about the time dinner was being served . She got out of the van just before arriving at the groom’s house to walk up to the house alone.  Nick objected to this as she was having difficulty walking easily but she insisted, “They can’t see us drive up together.  Someone will know.”  Someone.  Ezekiel .  Leave it to his swinish suspicions to figure it out.  Rebekah had fully expected someone to have missed her for the six hours she was gone.  Surprisingly, no one seemed to. 
    Nick did drive up and, as is customary among drivers for the Amish, fixed himself a plate of food, which he ate back in his van.  This took only a few moments and then he drove away, Rebekah watching wistfully.
    ***
    In a room with her sisters and two other women that night, Rebekah could not find sleep.  The day’s momentous events kept gliding over her.  She kept feeling Nick’s feverish thrusts deep into her belly.  She replayed each moment of penetration and each moment of ecstasy.  She wanted to sneak into his room and love him until the sun came up but the thin walls did little to filter out the snores from other rooms and would do nothing, she was certain, to muffle the noise of their lovemaking. 
    Now, lying in bed, she was wondering what it would be like to make love with him again, would it be as exciting or even more so?  Is he now awake thinking of me, too?   Just thinking of him, she could almost feel his cock moving inside her.  It was more than she could take.  Very quietly maneuvering around the crowded room so as to not wake anyone up, Rebekah tiptoed out the door, across the hallway and opened Nick’s door.
    He sat up