Gideon, Robin - Desire of the Phantom [Ecstasy in the Old West] (Siren Publishing Classic) (19 page)

“I’ve never…before,” she said in a whisper.

“It will be beautiful,” he replied.

“I’ve heard that it hurts.”

She looked into his eyes, expecting him to lie,
to deny what she knew was true.

“Sometimes it does. I’ll be careful, but sometimes…”

Part of her wished that he’d lied. She knew it was not good for her to think too highly of this man. Had he lied,
had he told her that losing her virginity to him couldn’t
possibly cause her any pain, she would have been able to think less of him, to see him as an opportunist, a seductive
liar.

Pamela whispered, “I know you will.”

Phantom removed her hands from him, and then he brought
her to his cape on the ground. He sat on it, turning so that
he faced Pamela, a hand raised to her. She looked down at
him, not entirely certain what he expected. She had always
thought a woman would be on the bottom, pinned against
the ground, helpless against a man’s greater strength. But
the light in Phantom’s eyes suggested something else entirely
as the moonlight played over his naked body.

She took his hand and let him pull her down so that
she knelt near his hip.
.

“The ground is hard,” he said, reading Pamela’s look. “If
you’re on top, you can move as you want. This time, this first time, perhaps it is best if you’re in control of our movements.”

Pamela took a lock of Phantom’s ebony hair and smoothed
it back, tucking it into the top of his mask, near his temple.

“You are a mystery to me,” she whispered, feeling a
warm nighttime breeze playing over her naked body. “You
tear a button off my shirt to get my clothes off then you worry about my comfort so much you’re willing to sacrifice your own pleasure.”

Pamela kissed Phantom’s mouth softly, closing her eyes, let
ting her senses feast upon the moment. She felt his hands
on her naked body, and she allowed him to guide her until she slipped a knee over his thighs to straddle his prone body.

“Mmmm,” she purred as she kissed him, half-sitting
upon him now, still rather uncertain of what precisely was
expected of her.

Phantom placed his hands on her hips and pulled her down so that her weight was on him, the firmness of the cheeks of her ass warm and exciting against his lower abdo
men. Then he played his hands over her bottom, touching and squeezing, feeling her responding to his caresses hesi
tantly. He could tell that, despite the pleasure she felt and
the hunger for completion that compelled her to go for
ward, Pamela was still afraid that the first penetration would
cause her pain.

“Take your time,” he whispered when their tender kiss
had finally ended. “I’ll let you do everything yourself. Just take your time, and it will be perfect.”

“A woman could fall in love with you,” Pamela whispered.

It surprised her that she’d said the words, but she had already said so many things to Phantom, done so many
things with him, that her openness was no longer shocking
to her.

Phantom had no idea of how to respond to what she had
just said. He brought his right hand to her mouth, brushing
the pad of his thumb over her lips. He could kiss those
full, sensual lips forever without ever completely satisfy
ing his hunger for them. When she kissed his thumb then
let the tip of her tongue dart out briefly, he groaned with desire, and his expanding cock throbbed.

As he brought his moist thumb to Pamela’s nipple and
pinched her softly, she tossed her head back and issued a
soft, tremulous sigh. Every place Phantom touched her
seemed to burn with desire. Even her hair, spread out over
her shoulders and down her back, seemed to be caressing her skin. Her breasts were tight, full, aching with tension. And down low, her pussy was moist, the delicate lips swollen with passion, ne
glected and needy.

“I love how you touch me,” Pamela whispered, her hands on Phantom’s chest, her body trembling softly as he played
with her nipples. “I love everything you do to me.”

She leaned forward, inching higher on his body so that her pink-tipped breasts hung above his face. Arching her
back, she lowered herself, feeding one throbbing nipple to him as his hands once again slipped around her hips.

It seemed to her that Phantom was not just one man but
many men. Surely, no one man could touch her the way he did in as many places as he did. With his lips tugging at her nipple and one strong hand squeezing her buns, the fingertips of the other touching the moist, pink
petals of her vagina, he managed to caress her in every
area that hungered for his loving attention.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Pamela whispered, her hands kneading the
solid muscles in his shoulders as his lips tugged at her nipple.

She felt the tip of his finger enter her, slipping between the lips of her pussy. It was just the very tip of his finger that had entered her, but she felt it throughout her body. And when his fingertip found the small, erect nub of her clit that lay hidden
between the folds of her pussy, she cried out
even louder than before.

How long she stayed in that position, hovering over Phantom, moving just enough to shift her shoulders so that each breast received his attention, Pamela could not say. His
long-fingered hands touched her skillfully, heightening her readiness, until at last she knew that the moment of
truth had come. She was as ready for Phantom as she would
ever—could ever—be.

“I want you now,” she whispered huskily, looking down
at the masked man who held her tingling nipple lightly between pearl-white teeth. “I can’t wait another second to have you inside me.”

“Then take me,” Phantom said, moving his hands to Pamela’s
hips, holding her without in any way restricting her mobility.

Pamela slid down his body, pressing herself intimately against him as she moved. When the long, throbbing length of his cock, hard and hot, was against her, she issued a tremulous sigh. Raising her hips, she moved
lower still until his rigid cock was trapped between their bod
ies and his powerful shaft was throbbing lustily against the lips of her pussy.

“Go ahead,” Phantom whispered.

Pamela wanted him to help her, to take command, but as before, he insisted she allow her own boldness to
come to the fore. Reaching between their bodies, she tentatively grasped the shaft of his cock, positioning it as she raised
her hips even farther until at last the crown of his cock was pressed tightly against her moist slit.

“It will hurt,” she said.

She waited for Phantom to say something, to lie to her
or give her encouragement. He did neither. He just looked at her, his body tense, his cock flagrantly ready for her,
his self-control indisputable, astonishing.

Pamela leaned forward and kissed his mouth very lightly. “You amaze me,” she whispered, and then began low
ering herself upon him. She felt the fiery length of his cock
pushing into her, opening her, filling her
completely.

Her fears proved to be unfounded. For a fleeting moment only, Pamela felt pain. But it mingled with so much pleasure that, when at last her body melded with Phantom’s, his towering cock throbbing and pulsing deep within her, she laughed with pleasure.

“What’s so funny?” he asked. His hands rested lightly upon her bottom, his turgid cock was engulfed in the warm pussy of the most amazing woman he’d ever known.

“You amaze me,” Pamela said, having absolutely no idea
at all of why she felt it important to say that.

She began moving, very slowly at first then with in
creasing confidence and a quickening tempo. Up and
down, just a little bit at first, then farther and farther, she moved her hips. The friction was slick and arousing,
heightening her passion, as did the strange sensation of
having Phantom’s cock
inside her,
moving, filling her completely
with his great strength. And then, when she raised her
hips, he was released almost completely from her honeyed
embrace.

On two occasions, in her inexperience and haste, she raised herself too far, so that Phantom’s erection slipped completely from her. Hurriedly, with a trembling hand, she brought
the flared crown of his cock to her entrance once more
then descended upon him, in one sense impaling herself upon him, in another capturing Phantom and holding him
hostage for her own pleasure.

She was aware of the smoothness of his silk cape be
neath her knees and, under that, the hard ground. In a
disconnected way, she wondered if she would find bruises
on her knees in the morning. She didn’t care. She wasn’t
going to stop or change anything she was doing.

She was conscious of the motion of her breasts as she raised and lowered her hips. In the past, when she had
ridden Daisy, she’d been annoyed by the movements of
her breasts. They moved too much, she’d always thought.
But now, with Phantom’s cock buried so deeply inside her pussy and his
powerful hands cupping her buns, guiding her undulations, the
movements of her breasts was deliciously exciting, al
most as though they were being caressed by Phantom.

She leaned forward just enough so that the aroused nipples
brushed against his chest each time she
impaled herself completely upon his cock, and her excitement
became just a little hotter, her passion slightly more in
tense and demanding.

She knew the feeling. She’d experienced it before,
only that time it had been caused by Phantom’s hands and
her clothes had still been on. The seductive thief who had sto
len her better judgment wasn’t buried deep within her
most secret place that first time. Only now, with the experience to make a comparison, was she aware of what
she had denied herself before.

Even though she’d understood what was about to hap
pen, the intensity of her climax, the runaway-train force of it, was
a thousand times more powerful and jarring to the senses
than Pamela had expected. At one moment she’d been in con
trol of herself, raising and lowering her hips smoothly to
draw the most amount of pleasure from Phantom’s invading cock
as she could.
And then, quite suddenly, her body began shaking
. She dropped onto him, taking
every pulsating inch of his cock into her pussy, and then her hips
began jerking crazily back and forth. With her knees
pulled up and squeezing his ribs and her body doubled
forward, she shivered and shook, a silent gasp opening
her mouth wide.

And then the climax hit her. Powerfully. Shatteringly. It seemed
the top of her head was going to explode. The pressure
within her had grown and grown until the fierce orgasm was inevitable. Then at last the ecstasy was released in
a series of constricting, climactic spasms that shuddered through her.