Authors: Robin Gideon
“Last night, I needed you to hold me close,” Pamela whis
pered. “This morning, I need more than that.” She stroked him. “I know I sound like a wanton, but I’m only that way with you.”
She kissed him and, with the meeting of their lips, ex
perienced the sweetest helplessness she’d ever known. She
hungered for him and all that he could make her feel in every fiber of her body. She didn’t just
want
him, she needed him. She didn’t just want to make love with him, she
had to
if she was to maintain whatever sanity she still possessed.
His hands were strong and unyielding when he took
Pamela by the shoulders, pulling her close, twisting and turn
ing upon the undersized bed to position her beneath him.
“Wait, I want to kiss you,” she said after he had pulled
her nightgown over her head.
But he had not fully understood her intention, or he was much too aroused to allow for such a diversion. He thrust his knee between her thighs to separate them,
stretching out above her, her nakedness
fueling the flames of his passion.
“I can’t wait,” he said a bit breathlessly, keeping his
weight on his elbows so he could look down into her face.
He reached between their bodies to touch her low, feel
ing the honey of her excitement on the delicate lips, thankful she was as
ready as he.
“Let me,” Pamela said, a gentle command in her voice.
She was just a little distressed that Garrett had not al
lowed her to experiment with his body as she had wanted.
She took his cock between her hands to guide
him to her entrance. The heat of him touching her entrance shot
through her like a lightning bolt, and she raised her knees
higher to form a valley for Garrett’s hips.
When Garrett entered her in a single, thick thrust, she gasped and said, “Deep!” on a breathy sigh that might have either been a request or a blissful exclamation of fact. Pamela wasn’t certain which.
Garrett was a man possessed, and Pamela accepted his ar
dent passion with a shocking abandonment of inhibition.
Beneath them, the ancient springs of her bed creaked rau
cously, protesting the thrashing of their bodies.
Pamela hooked her ankles together at the small of Garrett’s back, squeezing his lean, undulating hips with her thighs.
She heard him gasp as though in pain, tossing his head
up and arching his back as he thrust deeply into her. Only
then did she realize that she had raked her fingernails over
his back, as a reminder of the heady heights to which his passion could take her.
Each thrust was a hard-charging affair that forced the breath from Pamela’s lungs. She clung tightly to her lover, her arms around his neck and legs around his middle. She kissed him with a hunger that shocked her. And when, not much later, she felt her insides begin to tighten, she knew that Garrett was going to once again take her to the summit of all sensations.
But then Garrett untwined her arms and slowed his undulations.
“Have I don’t something wrong?” Pamela asked.
“I don’t think you could, even if you tried,” Garrett replied. He kissed the tip of her nose then pulled his knees up beneath him so that he sat on the bed with his erection still fully buried in Pamela. “I want to show you something different.”
He began rocking back and forth, working his erection between Pamela’s lips. She felt her breasts rolling with Garrett’s movements, but the heat in his gaze as he looked at her told her he liked what he saw.
Garrett reached down to where he was joined with Pamela and touched her clit with his thumb. He began caressing her, and the sensations of having his body filling hers while he played skillfully with her clit was much more than Pamela could withstand. Within seconds, her body was flexing through a series of climactic contractions.
When she could breathe normally again, Pamela blinked and looked up at her lover.
“You’re incredible,” she purred. She noticed he was no longer rocking back and forth. “Don’t stop. I want you to come for me.”
“I will.” He began sliding the length of his erection in and out of Pamela. “When the time is right.”
“Such discipline,” Pamela said, half in awe of the man who could make her body sing with pleasure. “If you have any other tricks up your sleeve…”
He continued to rock slowly while his hands caressed, gliding up and down her thighs, sometimes paying attention to her clit, at other times tugging erotically on her nipples. It seemed to Pamela that Garrett was making love to her in a most calculating manner, determined to give her more erotic pleasure than she could possibly withstand.
“Oh, god,” she said, panting now. “You’re going to make me come again.”
She expected him to put his thumb to her clit, as he had earlier, to plunge her into the abyss, but he did not. Without warning, Garrett wrapped his arms around Pamela’s thighs from the underside, and he lifted her hips high, so that only her head and shoulders remained on the mattress. Then he put his mouth to her pussy, devouring her, seemingly eating her alive.
Pamela’s voluptuous body was nearly upside down when the next orgasm slammed through her senses. This time, unconsciously, she let out a high-pitched scream as she climaxed. She looked up to see Garrett’s handsome face pressed against her sex.
“Oh, god…oh, god…” She sighed once her contractions stopped, looking up at Garrett through the mounds of her breasts. “If I come like that again, I’ll die.”
Garrett eased Pamela’s hips back to the mattress then stretched his powerful body out over hers, keeping much of his weight on his elbows.
“You won’t die,” he said as his erection once again spread her now-tender lips. “I won’t let you.”
Pamela came a third time before Garrett, with a deep growl in his throat, pulled out at the last second and climaxed. This time she reached for him, stroking the slick length of his shaft as his creamy semen was released. When he was satisfied and empty, he slumped down on Pamela, their bodies sweaty with their exertion.
Lying beneath him, her whole body tingling as she re
laxed, she stroked his back lightly with her fingertips, feel
ing the welts she’d made on his pale, flawless flesh with her fingernails.
“I’m sorry,” she said between panting gasps of breath. “Did I hurt you?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Garrett replied, breathing deeply to recover his equilibrium.
A tiny corner of his mind, competitive and primordially
male, took pride in knowing that his sensual skills had
driven Pamela to uncharacteristic levels of desire. Her passion
for him had erupted, causing her to rake his back frantically
with her nails.
She poured more coffee for both of them, and they
drank and chatted softly. The sensation that she was en
joying a morning in the way she could almost daily if she
were his wife came to Pamela. Was this what it was like to
be married? She was suddenly painfully aware that these
moments with Garrett were stolen. If Jedediah were to
come home, he’d surely call him out and insist that guns be drawn. Furthermore, Garrett hadn’t returned to his own
home yet, and though Pamela couldn’t be sure, she highly
suspected he would have some questions to answer
when he got to the ranch. He had been born and raised a Randolph, and as such, he knew what his place was in
society. Pamela Bragg had no place in his world, as far as
his family and his obligations were concerned.
“As much as I hate to say it, I really must be going,”
Garrett said, his arm still around Pamela. His fingertips traced
light circles on her bare back. “It must be after nine by
now.”
“Don’t go,” she quickly replied, leaning into him so
that he would need to push her off to leave the tiny bed.
“You don’t have to.”
“I do. Much as I hate to say it, I do,” Garrett repeated,
turning beneath her. He kissed the top of her head, loving
the feel of her silky blonde hair against his lips, inhaling the fragrance of her to store in his memory.
Pamela again complained, but Garrett extricated himself. He
put his clothes on, even though she halfheartedly tried to stop him, making a game of her efforts. As he balled his
necktie and shoved it into the pocket of his jacket, Pamela
jokingly accused him of leaving her to go to another
woman. Oddly, Garrett enjoyed her outrageous flirting, her
display of nudity, and he suspected that if she really insisted upon it she could get him to stay the morning,
possibly into the afternoon.
“Really, I must leave,” he said, cupping Pamela’s face to
stop her movements. He looked into her eyes, hoping
she would understand and not feel abandoned. “I’ll see
you as soon as I can.”
He kissed her softly, knowing he should say something
more romantic, perhaps address the vow of love she’d uttered
just before falling asleep the night before. Did she
even remember saying she loved him? She had been very
tired, and she’d fallen asleep immediately after saying the
words. Maybe it had just been the wine talking, Garrett told
himself. But he knew she hadn’t been intoxicated.
With a pretty pout on her lips, Pamela wrapped herself in
a blanket from the bed and walked Garrett to the door.
“What do we do next to Jonathon Darwell?” she asked,
standing before the open door. It was a beautiful, sunny
day, and she felt a pang of sadness that she couldn’t spend
every such day with Garrett.
“We?” Garrett asked with raised eyebrows.
“
We
won’t
be doing anything. I thought we already discussed this.”
“We did. We just didn’t come to an agreement,” Pamela
replied, her eyes narrowing. This was a conflict she really
did not want to face.
“Yes, we did. You’re going to stop fighting Jonathon
Darwell. It’s as simple as that.”
“No, it’s not.
You’re
in no position to tell me what to
do.”
Pamela squared her shoulders. She had started fighting Jonathon Darwell and his pernicious influence on her own
without asking for any man’s acceptance of what she was trying to do, and she would continue on her own,
if necessary.
Garrett looked away, grinning sardonically. He knew the
grin would infuriate Pamela because she always thought it
meant he wasn’t taking her seriously. But it was absurd
for her to continue her lawlessness when she knew that
Darwell was on his guard. Garrett also realized that the main
reason he needed Pamela to follow a safer course was that she had become a part of his life—how important a part he didn’t yet know—but now he couldn’t imagine what
life would be like without her.
“Let’s not argue,” he said crisply, adopting the flinty
tone he’d used when he was the Midnight Phantom.