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inside, then withdrew again.  She screamed in frustration only to have him straighten up and clap a hand over her mouth.
    “If Rachel wakes up, you’ll be left hanging . . . with blue ovaries.”  She did not fully get the taunt, but fully understood the gist.  She nodded and he released her mouth, kissed it firmly and then turned his attention back to teasing her.  Bending his knees once more, he centered the head of his erection at her entrance and pushed strongly into her center.  He withdrew and delved in again . . . and again.  Grasping her hips, he thrust over and over.
    “Harder,” she whispered.
    He obeyed, hammering his love into her, filling her and withdrawing and filling her once more.  He transferred his hands to her shoulders, and kissed her.  Unable to move, she was fully absorbed with him: his chest hair as it lightly brushed up against her, his legs as they pressed against hers, his cock as it possessed her. 
    She felt her passion overtaking her.  Sharp grunts escaped her lips with each stroke.  His cadence grew stronger and faster, pushing her higher and closer to insanity.  “Fuck me harder,” she panted.  He clutched her buttocks in his hands and drove himself deeply inside her.  In and out, in and out, in and out:  they were rapid, furious waves.  She submitted to the deluge of passion and broke in electric storms throughout her body over and over; causing her to stiffen, then shake against her restraints. 
    He wasn’t finished yet.  Bringing one hand in between them, he rubbed her almost-over-sensitive clit , forcing her to come over and over again and she stood helpless against him as he continued to fuck her.  She broke out in cries and feeling her spasm internally, his cock became larger and even harder.  He grasped her bottom again and pounded his love into her until he was pulsating hot jets inside of her, making high pitched sounds as he came. 
    I love him and oh!  I love his cock.  And his eyes and his hands and his hair.  But oooh, I love his cock.  Asked further, Rebekah would have also listed Nick’s intangible qualities to the list: his grace, his kindness, his intelligence.  Those would have mattered most.  But she couldn’t deny that a key element of Nick was his wonderful manhood.
    Upon Nick’s untying her, she walked , while buttoning herself up, toward the blanket where Rachel was sleeping.  Glancing up from her dress, anxiety fluttered in her stomach.  Rachel was not on the blanket. Left behind was only the crown of woven wildflowers, now faded.  Rebekah scanned the surrounding hayfield for a little dark curly head.  Rachel was nowhere to be seen. 
    “Nick!”  He was already coming towards her.
    “Where’s Rachel?”
    “I don’t know!”  It was a plaintive cry. 
    Their eyes searched the area swiftly—hayfield, woods, and about a quarter of a mile down the rolling hills was a road, a pond— oh, shit!  Pond! 
    “Rachel!”   Both of them called together.  No reply.
    Rebekah began to run in the direction of the pond.  “Rachel!”   She shrieked her daughter’s name as she ran.  Nick ran in the opposite direction, toward the road.
    “Rachel!”  She heard Nick calling from behind her.  His calls kept getting farther away.  The only answering sound was the hammering of her own heart in her head and her ragged, panicky breaths as she ran.  Sharp grasses snagged and scratched her legs and still she ran.  She kept picturing finding Rachel floating face down in the water, her peach dress sodden and muddy and pond algae clinging to her pale skin.
    “Rachel!”  She was about halfway there.  It did not occur to her to walk slowly, looking through the hay as she went.  She knew instinctively that Rachel had come this way, and had headed for the pond.  Her only hope was to run to beat her there.
    She was so concentrated on arriving at the po nd that she almost passed right over the object.  Out of the corner of her eye she