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

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