by Robin Gideon
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, neglected 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 bodies 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 lowering 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 increasing 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 beneath 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, almost 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 intense 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 stolen 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 happen, 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 control 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.
When the orgasmic cataclysm had subsided, Pamela blinked to clear her vision. She was gulping in air, her knees pressed tight against Phantom’s ribs, her cheek against his, her breasts against his warm chest, her pussy pulsing around the solid cock that filled her.
“My, oh my,” Pamela whispered when at last reality eked back into her consciousness.
She felt Phantom’s fingertips running along her curved spine, touching her lightly from the nape of her neck down to her buns. She raised her face just enough to look into his eyes. What was he thinking? Had she been too passionate? Was it wrong for a woman to be that excitable? She did not know, and there was nothing in her personal background to give her even the slightest hint of what was right and wrong or of what Phantom might think of her now.
His hands were at her hips, and he lifted her. She did as he silently commanded, but then when she was about to drop down upon him again, he held her solidly in place, the head of his cock still separating the lips of her pussy, poised above him. At last, she looked into his eyes questioningly. Phantom smiled, and Pamela could not resist ki
ssing his mouth quickly one more time.
“What?” she asked.
“My turn,” he replied.
He held her up and away from him then began moving beneath her, filling her with his desire before moving down so that she nearly released him. Each time she thought she had his rhythm down, he changed it slightly, and occasionally he seemed to enter her from a different angle, adding to the friction that heightened her sensitivity to him.
She’d thought her passion had been fulfilled, that she could not be brought to such heights of ecstasy again, but Phantom, moving smoothly, mysteriously, was proving she’d been wrong.
“Ohhh,” she moaned when he grabbed her breasts, filling his hands with them as his hips churned beneath her at a constantly increasing tempo. The sound of moist flesh striking moist flesh was new for Pamela, and she found it profoundly erotic.
She could see the tension in his face, feel it in his hands as he grasped her breasts. She wanted it all. She wanted to take Phantom to that mysterious land of pure ecstasy he had introduced her to. He moved beneath her, lifting his hips upward to drive the solid length of his cock to the hilt into her pussy, then dropping down to withdraw all but the tip of his knob from between her lips.
“Go,” she whispered, urging him on as he thrust up into her, harder and deeper than before. “Go, my darling.”
As though the words had spurred him on, Phantom’s hips churned even faster beneath Pamela. She distinctly felt each plunge as he filled her and each retreat. Then his hands tightened on her hips, and he lifted her just enough to completely escape from her warm, liquid embrace. Pamela felt his cock, rigid and slippery with her juices, in the valley of her buns as her lover growled deep in his throat and his climax began. She felt the cum, thick and hot, splash against her back, leaving a slick line of cream from her shoulder blades to the small of her back. Phantom groaned as he released his passion, and Pamela shivered as she felt his cum landing on her back, her breasts against his chest, her love for him more complete now that he’d shown the decency to not climax inside her.
“Thank you, my darling Midnight Phantom,” she whispered, then kissed his sweaty shoulder. “Thank you for not climaxing inside me. Thank you for everything.”
In response, the Midnight Phantom started laughing.
Phantom was laughing, and it scared the daylights out of Pamela.
Was he laughing at her? She didn’t want to believe such a thing was possible. Could any man be so cold and heartless that he would laugh at a woman just moments after he’d taken her virginity?
He reached up to cup Pamela’s face in his hands, the light in his eyes shining brilliantly.
“I know that was your first time. My darling Pamela, you are a natural lover,” Phantom said softly, his thumbs lightly brushing Pamela’s soft cheeks. “You are exquisite.”
She was elated then. It probably wasn’t right for a woman to be thrilled at such a thing, but she was—Phantom had told her she was, and he certainly seemed to be a man who knew what he was talking about when it came to lovemaking. His laughter, she now realized, was just at his release of passion.
Before long, Pamela was smiling, too, and then she was laughing. Yes, it had been exquisite, the lovemaking everything she’d ever dreamed it would be and more.
Playfully, she slapped him on the chest, and he groaned theatrically. The sound of her palm striking naked flesh was a wet one, and Pamela only then realized how much exertion both she and Phantom had put into their loving.
“Was it really exquisite?” she asked, feeling mischievous. She could still feel his cock against her buns, but she didn’t move. She wanted to keep him there as long as possible, suspecting that she would never again have this experience with him.
“Yes,” Phantom said. Then he grinned wickedly. “You’re sure this was your first—”
Pamela slapped him on the chest again before he could finish the sentence.
“You know that’s true,” she replied, not liking the implication behind his words.
Immediately sensing the tenderness of the subject, the smile vanished from Phantom’s face. He touched her face very lightly then let his hands glide down her throat to her breasts to circle her nipples, hardly touching her flesh.
“Yes,” he confirmed in a whisper. “I know that’s true. And I can’t say what this has meant to you, but I can say what it has meant to me, Pamela. It’s meant more than you know. You’ve been on my mind and in my thoughts constantly since I rescued you from Jonathon Darwell’s bedroom.”
She smiled, her confidence returning. “You’ve rescued me, but I’ve rescued you. Let’s not forget what happened tonight,” she replied, thinking about the guard who’d had his gun trained at Phantom’s back.
“No, I’ll never forget that,” Phantom replied, and from his tone it was clear he wasn’t talking about anything but their lovemaking.
For several seconds they looked into each other’s eyes. Then Pamela moved slightly, and his still-erect cock moved so that it was trapped between their bodies. They both groaned, and the moment of tenderness evaporated.
“I’ve got to get up,” Phantom said. “My back is killing me.”
Pamela tossed a leg over him. Her knees hurt somewhat, but other than that, she felt beautiful and healthy in a dozen different ways. The pleasure she had hoped for had been fulfilling, spiritually satisfying, the pain brief, minor, insignificant. Best of all, he’d shown the self-discipline to not climax inside her.
As Phantom got to his feet, she sat on his cape, pulling her knees up to her chest then wrapping her arms around her legs. She watched him in all his naked, natural splendor as he went to the pool, cupped the cool, clear water in his hands then drank it.
He’s so beautiful, she thought then blushed. How many times had she thought that since she’d seen him without any clothes on? A dozen? A hundred? Too many times, to be sure.
Pamela didn’t care. She had him with her, and as long as she did, she would gladly accept every bit of pleasure offered by the evening and the masked thief who’d stolen her heart.
Had he really done that?
Pamela was not inclined to dwell too long on this question. She knew her time with him was limited. She didn’t even know his name, so how on earth could she possibly have allowed him to steal her heart?
But she hadn’t allowed him to do that. He was a thief, the most charming and exciting man she’d ever known, and he’d simply stolen her heart, easily and effortlessly.
He didn’t steal it. It just happened.
Pamela immediately banished this disquieting thought from her mind. There would be plenty of time later for doubts and recrimination. Plenty of time for remorse and regret. Tonight, she was going to make the most of it and be damned with whatever anyone else thought was improper!
Phantom walked back to her, his stride easy and loose, and Pamela could tell he was completely at ease with his own nudity. She hoped one day she, too, could be so free with her own body.
“How do you feel?” he asked, kneeling near her hip.
The tenderness in his voice touched Pamela’s heart. “I feel wonderful.”
“It wasn’t painful? You’re not sore?”
Pamela just smiled.
“The only lingering effect of making love with you is an inability to stop smiling and an overall sense of well-being that goes to the marrow of my bones.” Pamela ran a hand over her leg and grimaced. She had perspired during the energetic lovemaking. “And I need a bath.”
Phantom leaped to his feet so quickly that Pamela at first thought Darwell’s gunmen had found them. But Phantom never lost his grin, so when he extended his hand down to her, she just looked at the offer questioningly. She wasn’t feeling at all energetic, preferring to sit quietly in the afterglow of their lovemaking in a quiet conversation with him a rather than frolic about this oasis with him.
“You need a bath, and a bath awaits you,” he said, his smile still in place, though fading. “I’m afraid I’ve ma
de quite a mess of you.”
She looked at the long-fingered hand extended to her then up into Phantom’s face. Pamela sensed that, by taking his hand, she would once again be submitting her will to his, and there might be ramifications to that, which at present she could not see.
“You’ll feel most refreshed afterward,” Phantom said, his hand still extended. “I always take a dip when I come here.”
Pamela wasn’t certain exactly why she took his hand. Before long the light of a new day would be upon them. She wasn’t sure what she actually felt now about having made love with him.
“Sooner or later, I’m going to have to learn to say no to you,” Pamela said with a self-deprecating smile, taking his hand and allowing him to pull her to her feet.
She was glad he had turned to lead the way on the short distance to the small pool of artesian water. Now that her passion had been more than satisfied, she felt terribly self-conscious about her nudity, especially when she was up and walking around rather than sitting in the dark with her knees pulled up to her chest.
Phantom made a production out of dipping a toe into the water to test its temperature. “Yes, the maid has gotten the temperature just right this time.” He stepped into the pool, still holding Pamela’s hand. “Trust me, you’ll feel better after a bath.”
In a sudden rush of uncertain feeling, Pamela wondered if Phantom had taken other women to this oasis to make love to them. Was she just one of a string of those to have an assignation with the virile Midnight Phantom here in his purportedly secret place?
She tugged against his hand, resisting the pull that had taken her to the water’s edge.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. He released her hand, walking into the pool until the water was up to his waist then dropping down until the water was up to his chin. He began rubbing his chest and shoulders vigorously.
