Arena Ch. 01

She steps in close, pulling his head down into a long, lingering, and very passionate kiss. It takes him only a moment to recover and he begins to kiss her in return, pulling her in tight as the kiss inflames his passions. She might be forty-five, but she looks thirty, and has the sexual appetite and stamina of a woman half her age. She breaks off the kiss and begins to step back into the bedroom. He moves to follow, but her hand in his chest stops him, holding him at bay as she slowly shuts the door, her smile once again promising great rewards for being a good boy. He hears the lock being engaged, and despite knowing it's a wasted effort, he tries the door, to no avail. Not knowing what else to do, he stands and waits.

She quickly rummages in her drawer of miscellaneous clothing accessories until she finds the silk scarf she's looking for. She's making the game up as she goes, and the thrill of anticipation is making her flush in rising excitement. Sharing her immersion has had a liberating effect on her, making her bolder in the bedroom, and she likes the change. Taking the scarf, she opens the door to find him still waiting. She folds the scarf to make a blindfold, smiling at him as she does. She reaches for him, and he allows her to slip the cloth around his head before tying a knot to hold it in place.

"That okay?" she purrs.

"Yes... but what are you up to?" he asks, his tone telegraphing his wariness.

He doesn't like being out of control, but so long as she doesn't come at him with handcuffs and whips, he trusts her, and doesn't object to her removing his sight.

She says nothing, once again holding him at bay as she shuts and locks the door. Moving quickly, she strips and then pulls out the new lingerie that was waiting at the door when she arrived home today. She'd ordered the nightie several days ago, intending to surprise him on his birthday in a couple of weeks, but she slips it on now. She still has time to talk to Charlie again, and get another one.

When she first mentioned the idea to Charlie, and asked for suggestions, Charlie didn't hesitate. She pulled one out of her collection for her to see. Cut long and falling nearly to the floor, the outfit might have been called conservative except for the deep, plunging neckline and the fact that the black material is almost as ethereal as smoke. As sexy as it was, the real surprise comes when she moves, revealing slits and cuts that run from the floor to just centimeters from the top. Moving to the door, she can see the gown playing peek-a-boo with her skin in the full-length mirror.

She opens the door and gently takes his hand, leading him slowly into the room before parking him next to their bed, watching as he reaches out and feels around to get his orientation in the room. Without removing the scarf, she begins to silently undress him, first removing his shirt, and then loosening his pants. She turns his back to the bed and settles him into the seating position where she then removes his shoes and pants, before she turns him and positions him flat across it.

He's a bit unnerved but still excited by what she's doing, her silent undressing of him erotic in the extreme. He reaches for her several times but touches only air, causing him to wonder if he's lousy at judging her position or if she's deftly avoiding his touch. After being placed prone on the bed, delicate fabric drags over his body as she gently blows on his skin.

Giselle climbs into the bed, careful not to touch Rick, and hovers over his body, allowing the nebulous fabric to drag over his skin while blowing gentle streams of air over him as she moves down his body. Each time he reaches for her, she catches his hand and gently strokes it over her face, leg, or arm, before placing it back beside him. She's pleased to see him twitch slightly as the fabric touches him, his involuntary movements of pleasure exciting her. Finally she straddles his legs with her own, and while holding his hands to his side, begins to kiss her way down his body.

He's on edge. The streams of air over his skin are exciting him more than he believed possible, and the gauzy piece of fabric she is seductively dragging over him is making him wild. Where the hell has she learned to do this? She moves, the weight of her knees on the bed at either side of his legs giving away her position, but before he can reach for her again, her hands are holding his down. The cloth dragging over his penis and the touch of her lips to his skin cause him to hiss through his teeth in surprise and desire. She moves slowly, methodically, kissing her way down him until she touches his cock with her lips. Keeping her hands lightly on his, she drives him mad. Normally he would place his hands lightly on her head as she performs fellatio, but he acquiesces to her unspoken desire and keeps his hands at his side.

"For God's sake, Giselle, please..." he begs.

She smiles. Rick has asked, even begged occasionally, for her to stop her licking, sucking, kisses of his manhood when he's nearing orgasm, but that isn't the case this time. Now, for the first time ever, he is simply begging for her.

He can't stand it anymore. He has never, ever, wanted a woman as much as he wants Giselle at this very moment. He's a big man. Six foot two inches, and heavily built, he thinks of simply overpowering her with his strength, but knows that would ruin the mood. He isn't even sure what he's begging for. All he knows is he needs to end this maddening, erotic, torture. Without warning, her hands are on the back of his head, pulling the scarf off his eyes so that he's finally able to see her, to touch her. He first sees her angelic face smiling down at him and then the almost nothing she's wearing. He'd originally thought she was holding something, perhaps another scarf, in her hand and dragging it over his body, but now he realizes she couldn't have, since both her hands were on his. It was the fabric of the negligee instead. He brings his eyes back to hers. Without looking away, he slowly slips one of her shoulders free of the garment.

As she removes the scarf, his hands take her gently by the sides. She's smiling down at him as his eyes focus first on her face, then the negligee. He takes it all in within seconds and then, holding her gaze, he slides the garment over her shoulders. She pulls each arm free and then reaches with one hand and pulls a ribbon tied in a bow knot on her right hip. The fabric slides off her body into a puddle the instant the knot comes free. After a moment, she lowers herself onto him and begins to slowly, erotically, kiss his lips while pressing his penis between them. Desperately wanting him, she breaks the kiss and slowly turns herself around, lowering her hips to his face, inviting him to please her as she does the same for him.

Rick continues to hold Giselle by the sides as she drapes herself across him for a long, lingering, and oh-so-erotic kiss. She begins grinding herself into him, pressing her womanhood against his penis, and he slowly pumps his hips in response, pressing his manhood into her pelvis. She breaks the kiss and turns in the bed, placing a knee to either side of his shoulders, moving her vagina to within easy reach of his lips and tongue. After almost three years of marriage he knows her body language well. He starts out gently, brushing his tongue against her most sensitive areas with the lightest of touches, but soon she's pushing back, encouraging him to probe her more aggressively. She knows his body language just as well, and he won't ask her to stop, not tonight, and yet, if she doesn't come soon, or stop what she's doing to his cock, it's going to be a race to see who can make the other come first.

His lips and tongue are working their magic on her. Her orgasm coming, and it's going to be a big one. She's easily multi-orgasmic and is used to having two, three, and sometimes more orgasms during a single lovemaking session. Now she argues with herself, her body demanding that she take the release as soon as possible, but her emotions wanting to have the orgasm with him inside her. As the orgasm rushes down upon her, she make a snap decision and pulls hard away from him. He tries to hold her, to force her into rapture, but she pulls hard enough that he realizes this isn't her typical, pre-orgasmic, thrashing, and lets her go. With a gasp she lunges free of his grip before slowly turning to face him. Once again she lowers herself over him, settling onto his chest, and then, taking him in her arms as he takes her into his, she twists her hips to shift her weight. He moves with her, rolling her onto her back, placing himself over her while supporting his weight on elbows and knees.

"Slowly," she murmurs, holding his gaze.

He's still for a moment before gently sliding his cock into her. Her eyes close in pleasure as he begins a slow, gentle thrusting, each slow push in and easy pull back causing a wave of pleasure to rush through her. With each movement she can feel her orgasm building again, each stroke drawing it a little closer. Gripping him tight she lets the tidal wave of pleasure come, opening herself to it as it builds, and builds, and builds.

He ups the pace of his thrusts, just a little, as she holds him, softly moaning as her orgasm begins to overtake her. She teeters on the edge and he suddenly plunges into her with three, four, five, hard savage thrusts. His sudden, violent, plunges cause her orgasm to explode over her, making her to keen and squirm while clinging to him. He holds himself hard into her until her orgasm begins to fade, then once again rams his cock into her in four more quick insertions. She gasps as the orgasm rebuilds and continues to flow through her. As she begins to relax, he drives into her again, causing her to gasp in the sudden flair of pleasure, but then her orgasm is over. He tries to prolong her rapture with further hard fast thrusts, but she's spent for the moment and gasping for breath.

He kisses her lovingly on the lips, cheeks, and eyes, allowing her to come back to herself. His last series of thrusts had nearly pushed him over the edge into his own orgasm, and he uses the kisses to regain a measure of control. When he has control once more, and she begins to ratchet up the passion of the kiss, his hips once again begin to rock, plunging himself into her womanly pleasures.

He tenderly kisses her right eyelid as her orgasm releases its hold on her. After five years of making love to her, Rick can read her like a book, and always seems to know just what she needs to squeeze the most pleasure out of their lovemaking. He is by far the best lover she's ever had, and as her breathing returns to normal his lips return to hers. Lips that she begins to kiss with great enthusiasm. Jesus... she's just had one great orgasm and she's already working her way up to another one as he begins to thrust into her once more. She rocks her hips in time with his movements, her legs pulling up as she uses her heels like spurs.

Her movement is limited by her position, but her thrusts are pounding her heels into his ass like she's driving him on, and that's beginning to take its toll. He pauses long enough to change his position, moving his hands under her ass and bracing his legs for the final push to her second orgasm... as well as his own.

When he push his hands under her ass, he doubles-down on his thrusts, kneading her ass as he does, and her orgasm builds. With his hands in this position he can't support his weight, so he leans heavily on her, and she only increases the pressure by pulling on his neck. He pants into the side of her neck, increasing her heat as he kisses and sucks, nibbling at her ear while continuing to drive himself into her. She can sense his approaching orgasm, his tell-tale growl deep in his chest beginning to rise.

Her orgasm is hovering, just out of reach. It's right there and she reaches for it, strains for it, but it dances just beyond her grasp. He moans, long, low, and deep, his hands flexing and kneading her ass as he changes his tempo from fast jabs to long, hard thrusts. Her orgasm swells again and she embraces it, pulls it to her, surrounding herself in the release. She moans loudly, pulling her legs down and pushing up her hips as pleasure washes over her.

Her climax crashes over her, her body twisting into knots as the muscles contract in pleasure, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from him she can. He loosens his control, allowing his climax to rush down upon him, but then stalls, just out of reach. He holds her tight to him, slowly sliding his cock in and out, pushing her orgasm on while seeking his own release. Dammit! Of all nights to get their orgasms out of sync!

As her rapture fades, she blows out a great cleansing breath, and becomes aware that he hasn't climaxed. Normally they climax together, or nearly so, but not always, and though rare, sometimes one or the other of them won't climax at all, but she would be damned if tonight will be one of those nights. She grabs his head, holding it to where she can look into his face.

"Did you come?" she growls, though she already knows the answer.

"No," he whispers, slowly picking the tempo up of his thrusts again.

"Good," she says, looking him in the eyes. "I want to see your face when you come. I want to see your face. I want to see you come, see your face..." The words come out in a rush, running together in a jumble of sounds. She grips his head tightly, holding it still as he pumps hard into her.

Her chant is having the desired effect. The orgasm, which had receded slightly, is beginning to build again, more powerful than ever. He wants to lower his head, he tries to lower his head, but she holds it firmly, staring into his eyes with savage intensity.

"I want to see you come. Look at me! I want to see your face when you come, see your face..." she chants, flogging him with her words, and she can tell it's working.

He keeps closing his eyes, trying to pull his head down as he always does as he approaches orgasm, but she holds him tight, forcing him to look into her eyes. Watching him struggle is exciting her again, and she can feel another, albeit small, orgasm stalking her. She ignores it, letting it come if it will, but not reaching for it, concentrating on his face, her chant becoming an incoherent jumble of 'come,' 'face,' 'see,' 'look,' and 'me.' He tries again to pull his head down again but she holds his head tight, forcing him to look into her eyes.

His orgasm rushed forward again, each push stronger than the previous. This is the third time he has reached for it, grasping for the release, only to have it slip away. He tries to pull his head down again, if she would just let him put his head down, but she holds him firm, looking into his face, her own face a mask of passion.

"Open your eyes! Look at me! I want to see you come!"

"Fuck!" he snarls in erotic agony, his approaching climax coiling him tight, like a spring gaining power for an explosive release.

She begins to whimper, her chant changing in rhythm and content. "I'm going to come, Rick. You're going to make me come. I want to see you come before I come. I want to see you come."

Her third orgasm begins to surround her. It's going to be small, but she can't focus on his face. With her orgasm bearing down on her she tries to push it away, but it won't be stopped. She whimpers as it tugs at her, pulling at her, once again sapping her control. Just before she begins to slip into her orgasm, his face twist into a mask of pain and pleasure, a loud grunt escaping him, a grunt that changes into a moan as he shakes and quivers. She releases his head, grasping at him, pulling him tight to her as her last climax washes over her in a warm, relaxing, wave.

Giselle's whimpering chant pushes him over the edge. His orgasm hits him with a powerful whirlwind of pleasure as he begins to spill his essence into her in strong, pulsing waves. He groans out his release as she quivers in her own orgasm, her pleasure matching his own as she releases his head and holds him tight. He collapses onto her, grateful for her closeness and enjoying the feel of her damp skin against his own. He lies still and panting, trying to catch his breath, before he finally he rises up enough to look her in the eyes. She offers him a contented smile, a smile that mirrors his own. He kisses her again, aglow in his love for her.

His breathing slows as he catches his breath, watching her eyes, causing her to smile in love and contentment. It doesn't seem possible, but each time he makes love to her, it's better than the last. Her only regret is that she was forty-one when she and Rick met. She would give everything she had, anything she would ever have, to have met him twenty years earlier so she could have twenty more years of life with him. He begins to kiss her again, a kiss she returns as they relax. The heat of passion is gone, consumed in the fire of their lovemaking, but their loving kisses foretell of many more passionate encounters in their future.

They lie together, Giselle tucked in comfortably to his side, saying everything with their kisses, touches, and cuddles, until finally, as if by mutual consent, they drop into sleep at very nearly the same moment.