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

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    “I feel as if I can never get deep enough inside of you ,” he whispered.  Harder he drove, making her hit the headboard.  Laughing, she put her hands up to protect her head. 
    He came out of her completely, taking his weight off the bed.  With oily hands, he grabbed her ankles and jerked her feet down to the bottom of the bed. She heard him leave the room.
    What now?
    She heard the refrigerator door open and close.  He returned with what. . . ?   What does he have?  
    Her question was immediately answered.  Something wet and cold played along the outside of her folds.  She twitched.  Ice. After the shock wore off, it was arousing. He laughed.  Without warning, he slipped pieces of ice inside of her.  One, two, three . . . she counted six.  Then he entered her once more, sharp and hard.  The contrast between the smoldering heat of his penis and the frigidness of the ice took her breath away, adding a new dimension to the edge she enjoyed of pleasure and pain.  The blackness of her blindfold only served to heighten her other senses, taking her craving for him to a level surpassing what she had ever experienced before.
    Again and again his cock laid claim to her as they slid upon the bed.  Higher and higher her desire blossomed, becoming a thing unto itself.  Slap or no slap, she could no longer hold still.  She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts as they glided across the rubber sheet.
    Nick slid her up to the top of the bed.
    “On your knees and grab the headboard.”
    Very willingly, she faced the headboard in the darkness, gripping hard.  Please, I want to come so badly.
    He laughed, able to read her body language. 
    “Hold on tight.”
    Again, he insinuated himself inside her bit by bit.  Holding onto her hips, he began to impel himself swifter and harder into her core while leaning forward as to rub her clit with his fingertips.  As she began to swing her hips in time with his tempo, his thrusts became deeper and more urgent.  Fairly roaring in her ear, his ascent began.  Feeling him grow even harder and larger within her thrilled her.  Knowing that her love was about to experience his ecstasy triggered her explosion, scattering her in scorching sensation and emotion.
    Oh God, I love this man.
    When at last they pulled away from each other, she was unprepared for all the water that rushed out of her.  Oh, right.  The ice melted.   It was similar to the Chinese balls. After finishing their lovemaking, Nick had instructed her to squat and push with her vaginal muscles. Jangle-plop!  Jangle-plop!   They came out.  Just like laying two eggs , she had thought, bemused.
    After standing her beside the bed, he took off her blindfold.  A near empty bottle of lavender scented massage oil was beside the bed, along with an almost melted dish of ice and a feather duster.  Leading her to the bathroom, he turned the shower on warm, steaming the mirror.  She touched the water, delighted.  She had never taken a shower before.  Her only cleansing, besides washing her hands, had been baths in a large washtub in the kitchen on Saturday nights to prepare for the Sabbath and wash ups in the basin in her bedroom in between.  In the summer months she washed up nightly.  But this will be different. Like washing in a warm rain .
    She stepped in the shower with Nick. 
    “Careful, you’re slippery,” he said.  She was silent, allowing the rush of the water to flow over her hair and down her body.  She couldn’t talk or she would breathe water in and she was too delighted with the sensation of hot water hitting her face to even think of moving.
    Nick grabbed some shampoo and soon her hair was full of wondrous smelling suds.  Massaging her scalp, his hands became entangled in her hair and he apologized for pulling it.  Her answer to him was to flash him her teeth, letting soapy water wash into her mouth.  Disconcerted, she spat.
    “Yeah.  It doesn’t taste good.  Here, close your