Amish Passion (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) by Miranda Rush Page B
Authors: Miranda Rush
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eyes.” He moved the head of the shower around to rinse her hair, murmuring, “I’ve never seen hair like this on anyone. Have you ever cut it?”
She shook her head no, not wishing to open her mouth and repeat getting her mouth washed with soap.
Then, he moved her out of the direct stream of the water. He took soap and lather ed up his strong long-fingered hands, placing them on her body. He started with her neck and shoulders and massaged first down her front side, then down her back. He worked his fingers in deeply, kneading out the knots of stress and grief she had accumulated. Soon, loosened, she was delightfully once more under the spray of water. She rinsed and then took the bar of soap in her hand.
“Your turn.” Her soapy hands spread over his body , reveling in the feel of his body—s o different from mine! She reveled in the feeling of his sculpted muscles and the hair on his tanned skin. When she got to his penis, she stoked it up and down with her slick hands, bringing it to full engorgement. My hands will fuck him in a new way . Making her hands into a pussy, she squeezed and pushed him in and out until he was gasping and shaking. Up and down, squeeze. Up and down, squeeze. Faster and faster, up and down and up and down.
Grabbing her by her arms, he spun her around until she was facing away from him . After rinsing himself off, he partly lifted her on her toes and plunged himself deeply within her. Oh, am I ever wet inside! She had expected the water to have washed away all of her natural lubrication as well as the juices left over from their lovemaking. Instead, wet arousal oozed from her.
“You need to be fucked.” He growled. “I am going to fuck you so hard.” True to his word, he did. His cock seemed to have a life of its own, piercing her and delving deeper and deeper into her as she shrieked with joy with each mammoth drive. She marveled that although they were so disparate in size—she so small and him so tall—they fit together so well. In and out, he went deeper with each push, the water splashing over her body.
He picked her up and placed her with each foot on either side of the tub, hugging the shower wall for support while he moved in and out of her, almost smashing her into the wall with each drive. He put a hand in front of her mound again, stroking her clit with each of his thrusts. In . . . and out . . . and in . . . and out, over and again.
He removed himself from her altogether and moved her a few feet closer to the center of the tub.
“Bend over.”
She bent, putting her palms on the tiled wall in front of her for balance.
What he did next shocked her.
He took his cock and swirled it around in her wet, hungry pussy and then gently but impassionedly drove it deeply into her ass. Her first reaction was to recoil, to fight him, but he held her firm, and with deft fingers worked her aching nub until she was screaming for release. With gentle thrusts he dove and she stopped fighting him. She was enthralled by the simultaneous feelings of him inside her this different way and his fingers working magic on her bud. Reaching underneath her, he placed a finger in her pussy with one hand while his other hand still massaged her clit up and down the middle and his cock filled her ass, deep and strong. He bent the finger inside her, wriggling it from side to side and—she lost it. Her world came together, blinding her as the onslaught of her orgasm drowned out the roar of the shower. He pulled out of her and carefully washed himself off with soap before turning her around again, standing on the edge of the tub, this time with her back against the shower wall.
He submerge d himself inside her once more. Lunging deep, he nailed her hips against the wet tile, thrusting ever deeper and harder until his orgasm overtook him. He fell out of her too quickly, she thought, disappointed, hating to have him leave her.
She shook her head no, not wishing to open her mouth and repeat getting her mouth washed with soap.
Then, he moved her out of the direct stream of the water. He took soap and lather ed up his strong long-fingered hands, placing them on her body. He started with her neck and shoulders and massaged first down her front side, then down her back. He worked his fingers in deeply, kneading out the knots of stress and grief she had accumulated. Soon, loosened, she was delightfully once more under the spray of water. She rinsed and then took the bar of soap in her hand.
“Your turn.” Her soapy hands spread over his body , reveling in the feel of his body—s o different from mine! She reveled in the feeling of his sculpted muscles and the hair on his tanned skin. When she got to his penis, she stoked it up and down with her slick hands, bringing it to full engorgement. My hands will fuck him in a new way . Making her hands into a pussy, she squeezed and pushed him in and out until he was gasping and shaking. Up and down, squeeze. Up and down, squeeze. Faster and faster, up and down and up and down.
Grabbing her by her arms, he spun her around until she was facing away from him . After rinsing himself off, he partly lifted her on her toes and plunged himself deeply within her. Oh, am I ever wet inside! She had expected the water to have washed away all of her natural lubrication as well as the juices left over from their lovemaking. Instead, wet arousal oozed from her.
“You need to be fucked.” He growled. “I am going to fuck you so hard.” True to his word, he did. His cock seemed to have a life of its own, piercing her and delving deeper and deeper into her as she shrieked with joy with each mammoth drive. She marveled that although they were so disparate in size—she so small and him so tall—they fit together so well. In and out, he went deeper with each push, the water splashing over her body.
He picked her up and placed her with each foot on either side of the tub, hugging the shower wall for support while he moved in and out of her, almost smashing her into the wall with each drive. He put a hand in front of her mound again, stroking her clit with each of his thrusts. In . . . and out . . . and in . . . and out, over and again.
He removed himself from her altogether and moved her a few feet closer to the center of the tub.
“Bend over.”
She bent, putting her palms on the tiled wall in front of her for balance.
What he did next shocked her.
He took his cock and swirled it around in her wet, hungry pussy and then gently but impassionedly drove it deeply into her ass. Her first reaction was to recoil, to fight him, but he held her firm, and with deft fingers worked her aching nub until she was screaming for release. With gentle thrusts he dove and she stopped fighting him. She was enthralled by the simultaneous feelings of him inside her this different way and his fingers working magic on her bud. Reaching underneath her, he placed a finger in her pussy with one hand while his other hand still massaged her clit up and down the middle and his cock filled her ass, deep and strong. He bent the finger inside her, wriggling it from side to side and—she lost it. Her world came together, blinding her as the onslaught of her orgasm drowned out the roar of the shower. He pulled out of her and carefully washed himself off with soap before turning her around again, standing on the edge of the tub, this time with her back against the shower wall.
He submerge d himself inside her once more. Lunging deep, he nailed her hips against the wet tile, thrusting ever deeper and harder until his orgasm overtook him. He fell out of her too quickly, she thought, disappointed, hating to have him leave her.
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