Gideon, Robin - Desire of the Phantom [Ecstasy in the Old West] (Siren Publishing Classic) (31 page)

When she looked down in the darkness of the closet,
she saw Garrett’s face in shadows, caught the brilliant, wet
gleam of his dark eyes. There was a quality to him now,
a look kept hidden as a lawyer. The Midnight Phantom knelt
before her, a man who knew exactly what he wanted and who was willing to break any rule to get it. In that instant
Pamela realized the duality of Garrett’s personality, and though
it was a bit frightening that one man could have two sides
so distinctly different, it was also wildly stimulating that
such a man hungered for her.

She felt his hands at her ass, squeezing firmly, and
she sighed, closing her eyes, not knowing what was to hap
pen next but secure in his experience in such matters.

When he kissed her pussy, his tongue flicking out to touch
her intimately, Pamela cried out in shock. She tried to move away, fearful of the intensity of the feelings that were so
new, so unexpected, but Garrett held her firmly, his large, strong hands overpowering her resistance.

Her warbling cry of ecstasy surprised Pamela. She couldn’t help but respond to his efforts. When strong hands roughly
restrained her wrists, only then did she realize that she had grabbed Garrett by the hair.

She looked down at
Garrett, not knowing whether to apologize for her uninhibi
ted behavior or not. She ran the tip of her tongue over her
lips in an effort to moisten them, but her rapid, ragged breathing had made even her tongue completely dry.

Once Garrett had freed his hair from Pamela’s clenched fin
gers, he slipped his hand behind her right leg and raised
her knee. Pamela allowed him to move her however he liked
and did not resist when he positioned her leg so that the
back of her thigh rested against his broad shoulder. His hands, strong and decisive, ran over her legs and thighs,
adding fuel to the rapidly escalating fire of her passion.

He kissed her pussy again, only this time the sensation did
not shock Pamela. She was prepared for it, and knowing what
was going to happen and what she would feel heightened
her pleasure.

“Ohhh.” She sighed, tossing her head back until her
skull thumped against the door, any discomfort in
consequential in comparison to the pleasure sizzling
through her.

Balancing precariously on one foot, Pamela was only
faintly aware of anything other than herself and her body.
She heard a sound, a voice, and after a moment she realized that it was her own and she was chanting softly a
breathy, lusty, whispered litany. “Oh, Garrett…Oh, Garrett…”

This was a new kind of pleasuring, and Garrett was masterful at it. He licked along the length of one labia, circled her partially hidden clit with the tip of his tongue several times then licked down the opposite labia. He teased, coming close to sucking and licking her clit, and then he delivered. He was constantly heightening her anticipation, elevating her passion. His tongue was a serpent that could strip her of all inhibitions.

Pamela had no concept of how much time had passed. She felt a single finger slipped between the lips of her pussy, and as pleasurable as the sensation was, its impact was heightened a hundredfold when Garrett sucked her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue against it.

The tightening began quickly, a clenching within her
self as ecstasy built upon pleasure.

Each passing second caused the internal tension to increase.
Pamela’s mouth opened a little wider, and her breathing
stopped altogether as she waited for the powerful, wrench
ing series of contractions that came upon reaching the
pinnacle of ecstasy.

And then, just when she was certain that reaching the summit was inevitable, just a second or two away, Garrett moved away from her, pushing her leg off his shoulder.
He rose to his feet ominously.

“What? Why?” Pamela stammered, reaching out to take
the lapels of his jacket into her hands, clutching onto him,
frantic to have him continue.

Garrett’s eyes had never been more brilliant, nor had his
astonishing passion ever been more focused. Without giv
ing her any explanation, he put a hand to Pamela’s shoulder
and once again pushed her so her back was against the
door. The fear that what they had started would end here
and now, without that release of the passionate climax she was so near, vanished when she looked into his eyes.

Garrett leaned into her, kissing her mouth as his hands
once more raised her skirt. Only then did she feel the
velvety heat of Garrett’s throbbing cock touching her, sliding against her thigh, brushing against her just above the top
of her stocking.

“Yes, Garrett,” Pamela whispered, twisting her arm
around his neck to hold tightly onto him, raising her knee
to bring her right foot around behind him.

She had been so close to climaxing, and as
Garrett kissed her, his tongue dancing with her own, she
realized that he had known exactly what he was doing all
along, had known she had been at the edge of that sweet
chasm she wanted to leap into.

“Be still,” Garrett whispered, his lips warm and wet
against Pamela’s throat, his hands cupping her bottom,
squeezing tightly.

Only then did she realize she had been unconsciously
moving her hips from side to side. The moment she
stopped and balanced on one foot, Garrett’s strong hands
at her buns to support her, she felt the heat of his cockhead
touching her moist entrance.

In one breathtaking lunge, he buried his cock in her, filling her with his desire. A cry of ecstasy was forced
from her as his flesh became fully engulfed within her tight sheath. The sen
sation of having Garrett’s cock within her was all she needed
to reach the peak of pleasure. She began to climax.

“Yesss!” he hissed, Pamela’s cry ringing in his ears as he began his own relentless drive toward fulfillment.

She shivered, holding tightly onto him, feeling oddly
powerless and mighty at the same time. The climax she’d experienced
had been stronger than she’d expected, so gripping
that it was nearly painful when the contractions shuddered
through her. And now, though her own passion had been
satisfied, Garrett was still pummeling her, driving into her
with steadily increasing fury. Her hips repeatedly struck the smooth, hard surface of the door as she was forced backward by his jolting thrusts. His hands held her bottom
tightly, making it impossible for her to move away
from the onslaught of his desire. She felt his chest, heaving with the mighty exertion of his lovemaking, against her tingling breasts, his pounding heart beating so close to her own, in unity with hers.

“Garrett! Garrett!” Pamela whispered, her cheek against his,
her lips near his ear. “Come for me.”

She stroked his silky hair, its softness in direct contrast
to the lean, charging hips that propelled his cock deep within her, reawakening her passion to soar with his.

She wanted his excitement to reach hers, wanted him to scale the heights he’d taken her to. Bringing her hand down, she cupped his taut bottom, feeling his muscles
flexing as he drove himself harder and faster into her. And t
hen, when she was certain that she could take no more,
Garrett withdrew completely then thrust his erection between her thighs. A low, passionate groan of ecstasy rumbled through
him as he climaxed, his flexing phallus releasing seed against the inside of Pamela’s new petticoat.

Pamela had not realized how close she was to climaxing
until, hearing Garrett’s ecstasy and feeling him driving forward to slide the shaft of his erection against her labia
, she again shivered through a
climax that, while lighter and less intense than the first,
was extremely satisfying.

Though a powerful man, once his passion had been
spent, Garrett sagged against Pamela, gulping in air, his mus
cular body perspiring beneath the expensive clothing.
Never in his life had he desired a woman so completely,
never had he felt as though his entire body had turned
inside out during his climax.

And this time it was Pamela who started to laugh. Softly at first, then a little louder as she became more aware of
the world around her and of what she’d just done. Garrett,
too, began to laugh as he kissed Pamela lightly on the mouth,
cheeks, eyelids, and forehead.

“I think I owe the host and hostess an apology,” Pamela
whispered. Though she had both feet on the floor, her
knees were shaking badly and every muscle in her body
had relaxed to such an extent that she could barely stand.

“I think we both do.” Garrett cupped Pamela’s face lightly
in his hand. He looked into her eyes, and a peaceful smile played with his lips. “You’ll be the death of me, Pamela. But
even if you are, I’m more alive now, with you, than I’ve
ever been in my life.”

“That’s how I feel when I’m with you,” she replied.

He stepped away from her and only then did she see how he had opened his trousers and pushed them down
just to the tops of his thickly-muscled thighs. Her own
skirt fell once again to her ankles, and though she was covered, the heat and feel of Garrett’s presence never left her. She could feel his cum sticking to her petticoat, cooling against the backs of her thighs.

On the floor near her feet were her old cotton drawers.
With the toe of her slipper, she kicked the undergarment across the floor with disdain.

Once he’d properly rearranged his clothes, Garrett took
her hand in his and peered out carefully into the hallway.
Seeing no one, he tried to calculate exactly how much
time he and Pamela had spent in the linen closet making love.
He couldn’t even hazard a guess.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, leading Pamela into the hallway. “I need some fresh air and you, again, and very soon.”

“You’re greedy,” Pamela retorted, pleased that he wanted
her so much.

“You inspire that response in me.”

Before they reached the end of the hall, she stopped to pull up her stockings. Garrett watched her as she raised her skirts then smoothed her stockings up high, near the tops
of her thighs, where she adjusted her lacy garters.
He likes
looking at me,
she thought with feminine pride.
Even though we just made love, it still excites him to look at me.

They made their way through the crowd downstairs. Getting snippets of information here and there, Garrett learned that rumors had been going around that he and Pamela had run off to some far corner of the mansion for a lustful
tryst. More charitable folks said that he had only followed
her upstairs to calm her because she’d become upset as a
result of Angie Darwell’s cruel remarks.