Authors: Robin Gideon
His hands were everywhere on her, running along the backs of her legs, her thighs, the cheeks of her ass, moving close to the core of her moist, passion-hungry pussy without ever touching her there. Shivering with ever-escalating need, Pamela thought that her
Levi’s most certainly would be scorched from her body’s
heat at Phantom’s touch. He was just too exciting to be with. H
is kisses and caresses stripped her of all common sense
and propriety as surely as his hands stripped her of her
clothes.
Pamela clutched Phantom, her fingers digging into the powerful muscles of his shoulders as he feasted on her pebble-hard
nipples. Wantonly, she spread
her feet far apart, trembling from head to toe as a need,
a ravenous desire that she was quite certain could never
be fully vanquished, went through her, consuming her, burning like a forest fire out of control, devouring every
thing flammable.
Deep within her, she felt superheated, moist, desperate. Her clit seemed to be aflame with wantonness.
This was too much pleasure. Much too much pleasure. But even as she thought this, she knew it was not so because Phantom’s hands had once before brought
her to a passionate climax
. She knew from ex
perience—the experience that Phantom had given her—that
there was greater satisfaction in the future.
Pamela knew in her
heart that unless she felt that great, liquid, surging release
of desires on this evening, she would surely lose her mind.
“Phantom! Oh, Phantom!” she gasped, helpless against the
excitement that had taken over her judgment, that con
sumed and controlled all her thoughts. “I must have you.
Here. Tonight.” Her legs were shaking, and she wasn’t
certain she could remain standing, so when Phantom stood upright, releasing her throbbing nipples from his mouth’s
loving attention, she leaned into him, holding onto his
shoulders, needing him for support and guidance. “Make
love to me,” she said on a sob. “I’ve never let any man touch me the way you have. I’ve never wanted a man to touch me before.”
Pamela knew Phantom was not the type of man who would stay with her, and she accepted that without remorse. This
masked man with the kisses that seared her soul was the
Midnight Phantom, and he had stolen her better judgment from her. When this night was over, when the harsh light of day shone, Pamela would live with the fact that she had
given her virginity to a man who would not stay with her,
much less marry her. And though she’d always thought
she would never give herself so intimately and so com
pletely to any man but her husband, she took Phantom’s
hand, raised it to her mouth, and kissed the back of it
tenderly.
“Make love to me, Phantom,” Pamela said softly, looking
into the masked man’s eyes. “You can leave me later. I
know you will. I’m not asking for a lifetime with you,
only this one night. Make love to me, and then you can
set me free.”
Chapter Nine
She’d needed a moment to think. Just a second, that
was all. And thinking—at least clear, lucid thinking—was
absolutely impossible when she was in Phantom’s arms, so
she had insisted that he step away from her. The look he’d
given her then had said he didn’t believe her, that he figured she would once again leave his passion unfulfilled.
“Just a moment of distance. I promise, you won’t
be sorry,” she said, rising on tiptoe to kiss his mouth before
pushing him away.
This was not the most romantic place for a woman to make love, Pamela decided. Especially not for the first time in her life. On the other hand, she was about to make love to the most exciting man in the world—possibly the most romantic man ever to walk the earth.
Calm down, Pamela,
she thought, angry with herself for her own passionate exaggeration.
This demigod you’re creating doesn’t trust you enough to take off his mask.
Tomorrow, after he’s had his fun, all you’ll be is a memory
to him.
Phantom removed his cape and spread it out on the ground
near the water. The earth was sunbaked, hard as rock. He
gave Pamela a faltering smile beneath his mask, as though
to say his cape was as much comfort as he could provide.
She wanted to speak, but she did not entirely trust her
own voice. Still, it was easier to know what she
wanted to do when she was not in Phantom’s
arms.
She shrugged out of her shirt then removed her che
mise, her gaze cast down in embarrassment, bared to Phantom
’s avaricious look. She glanced down and saw that her nipples were erect, her breasts pale in the moonlight. She heard his sudden in
take of breath then, his long, slow exhalation, and she knew that he enjoyed looking at her. Her confidence expanded just when she needed it most, and she lifted her chin to look straight at him.
“Don’t stop,” Phantom said, a bit too quickly.
The strain in his voice pleased Pamela. He wasn’t as col
lected as he wanted to appear, and she greatly enjoyed the
power she had over him.
“If you’re going to look at me, then it’s only fair that
I get to look at you,” Pamela said, shocking herself with her
own boldness.
She removed her boots, and when she was standing
erect once again, she looked at Phantom. This time she was the one to suddenly suck in her breath and unconsciously
hold it. He had already removed his shirt, and she saw
the strength in his large biceps, broad chest, and exquisite
shoulders. She watched as he removed his boots one at a
time, and then, when he was naked from the waist up as she
was, she looked into his face.
“
I wish I believed
in my own beauty as you believe in yours,” she said quietly.
Phantom took only a single step toward her before she motioned for him to stop. She had never before looked at
a man—not really, at least, not the way she was now look
ing at the Midnight Phantom, and most certainly not with
the same feelings going through her.
“Let me look at you,” she whispered, once again shock
ing herself with behavior that seemed much too wanton.
“I’ve never thought there was anything”—words almost
failed her—“interesting to look at in a man.”
Phantom removed the holster from around his lean hips.
There was a confident half smile upon his mouth as he
set pistol and holster aside and his fingers hovered near
his belt buckle.
“And now you find something interesting?” he asked
facetiously.
“You would be an easy man to hate,” Pamela murmured.
To herself, she thought,
And an easier man to love!
He turned sideways to her as he removed his trousers.
At first Pamela thought he was only being modest, though
this thought was soon amended when she decided that a
more likely explanation was that he wanted to show him
self off in profile. When he stepped out of his trousers
and underclothes and turned toward her again, her mouth
went dry.
“You are beautiful,” she whispered. When she heard her own voice, she realized she’d spoken aloud.
He was standing with his feet spread to shoulder’s
width, his hands hanging loose at his sides. Every muscle
in his body was revealed, and at the sight of the naked
strength that stood ready for her, Pamela’s insides melted.
She let her gaze caress his chest and shoulders and move
down to the rippled muscles of his stomach. Then, forcing
herself, she looked down at his feet and allowed her gaze
to work its way slowly upward over strong calves and
even more powerful thighs.
F
inally, she let herself look at Phantom’s cock.
Once again, her breath caught in her throat. Pamela bit her
bottom lip and forced her breathing to become rhythmic,
regular.
He was beautiful from head to toe. Even that part of
him that was rather intimidating—his thrusting cock,
which stood almost straight out from his body and
throbbed visibly with passion for Pamela—was beautiful to
her.
When she finally pulled her gaze away from his fiercely rigid cock and looked into his face, she saw that he was smiling
slightly.
“You’re much too confident,” she said, feeling a bit resentful.
Phantom shrugged, took one step toward Pamela, and then
stopped. His smile broadened, and if Pamela didn’t
know better, she would have sworn it was an abso
lutely wicked grin.
“What is it?” she asked.
Her own confidence had vanished, and now she realized
how tenuous it was, especially at a time like this and in
contrast to Phantom’s rock-solid certainty in himself.
Suddenly, he’d stretched out on his cape, clasping his hands behind his head. In this position, his cock stood
up as though it was an offering of some divine kind, and
the muscles in his chest and stomach looked to be a de
lectable treat for Pamela to nibble on at her leisure.
“The last time I asked you, you refused. I’ll ask you
again, Pamela. Take your clothes off for me. Then come
to me.”
“You really are much too confident and far too de
manding,” she whispered. She was glad though
that he was giving her another chance to show spine
under exactly the same circumstances as when her cour
age had failed her.
Feeling on display and yet enjoying the sensation of
having Phantom watching her every move, Pamela unfastened
her belt then very slowly undid the buttons of her Levi’s.
As she worked the denim material past the curves of her hips, she wondered if Phantom thought it hideously manly of her to wear trousers. She’d heard most men thought it
terrible that she wore them, though none dared say as
much to her face.
When she stepped out of her Levi’s and the old cotton
drawers, washed so many times they were thin as paper and frayed at the edges, Pamela was suddenly aware of two
entirely different and conflicting emotions. Naked, outside
at night under the stars, she felt free, completely natural, and at ease in her environment, and at the same
time, she felt utterly vulnerable and exposed to Phantom.
She desperately wanted to look into his eyes and see the desire he had for her, but at that moment, she could
not find the courage to do so. What if he thought her
shoulders were too wide, as some men did? What if he
thought her thighs were too well developed and muscular
from the hours she’d spent on horseback? What if—
“If you do not come to me immediately, I will be forced
to come to you,” Phantom said in a voice hoarse with passion. “My darling Pamela, I have been exercising as much
control over my desire for you as I am capable of. Do not
tempt me further, or I’ll not be able to answer for my
actions.”
Pamela looked at him. He was on his side, his long,
muscular body knotted with suppressed desire, his cock
jutting forth intimidatingly—an entity, a part of Phantom
yet independent of him. She knew she should go to him,
but her feet seemed rooted in place.
He had not been joking. When Pamela hesitated, he sud
denly exploded to his feet and rushed across the brief span
that separated them.
“Temptress,” he hissed, taking her into his arms, crush
ing her naked body against his own as his mouth slanted
down hard over hers.
The impact upon her senses was stunning. Phantom’s na
ked chest against her breasts was supremely exciting,
warming her blood, electrifying her in a thousand different
ways.
She leaned into him, forcing her breasts to compress
slightly as she pressed them firmly
against him. His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass, squeezing her, very nearly lifting her. When his tongue ceased its
exploration of her mouth, she explored his mouth, kissing
him deeply, thrusting her tongue between his lips just as
he had taught her to.
She began to wind her arms around his shoulders, but Phantom suddenly took her wrists then moved a half step away so that their bodies were no longer pressed tightly
together.
He then brought Pamela’s hands down, guiding them to his cock. She felt the heat of it against her fingertips,
and though she was wildly curious, she could not look
down at it.
“Touch me,” Phantom whispered, still holding lightly
onto her wrists, as though cautious she might suddenly become so fearful she would leap away.
Very tentatively, Pamela curled her fingers around the broad shaft of his cock. She squeezed him lightly at first then more firmly as she gained confidence. When
Phantom sighed, his lips parting slightly, she knew she
was pleasing him. But could she please him as thoroughly
as he had pleased her? She doubted it. He was simply
much too experienced. He knew exactly what
he was doing with a woman when he wanted to arouse her. Pamela didn’t know what was expected of her. He had taken her to uncharted territories she’d never before traveled.
She looked down at the cock that filled her hands. It was
warm, solid, pulsing with virility, trembling with desire. As
she moved a fist over the throbbing shaft, Phantom sighed his approval.