Arena Ch. 03

Positioning herself, she lowers her body gently to check the alignment, then slams herself down on him as hard as she can. Sensation explodes in her as his cock slams into her depths. Rick, still holding her arms, pulls, trying to dislodge her, but she plants her hands on his chest and stiff arms him. Up she slides, and then down, ramming him home once more.

He is frantic. "No! Stop! Stop!" he all but shouts. He releases her arms and moves his hands to her hips at the top of the thigh, pushing her firmly down, trying to prevent her from rising again. She sits still, impaling herself with pleasure and panting with desire. As she feels him relax under her, she gives her hips a little nudge, just a tweak, and his hips to buck as if stung. She waits with him deep inside her, enjoying his warmth and the power she holds over him as he gets control of himself. Another twitch of her hips, and though she gets a little tingle, he remains still. His hands fall away from her hips and go to her breasts.

He gently kneads her tender flesh as he begins to flex his hips. He hasn't much range of motion as she is sitting on him, pinning him to the sand, but she takes it as a sign that he's ready. She unlocks her arms and moves onto her knees, offering her breasts to his mouth. He pushes her breasts together, alternating his attention between the nipples as he licks and kisses, adding to her pleasure. As he nuzzles her breasts, he thrusts into her, slowly at first, then with increasing tempo.

She enjoys the feeling of his hands pressing her breasts together while his cock works her insides. She tries to hold herself still, so he can enjoy his feast of her breasts, but the pleasure is too much and she begins to rock backward to meet his upward thrust. Her rocking pulls her breasts away from his mouth, so he lets his head fall back onto the blanket but continues to hold her breasts firmly in hand. She moans in pleasure as Rick take a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and, while still holding her breasts together, begin to knead the flesh again and ever so gently pinch and tweak her nipples.

She gasps as he works over her breasts with his hands and her pussy with his cock. Lost in pleasure, her rocking becoming more forceful, and he ups his tempo again. Another gasp escapes her, and once again he increases his pace. She begins to pant in pleasure, grabbing his wrists in her hands for balance and support as she levers herself up and backwards onto his cock. Straightening, she rises into a squatting position but misjudges his length and on his down stroke he pulls out, making several thrusts before he can stop his bucking hips. Her right hand grasps his cock, slick from her sex, the move making her slightly off balance. She leans into his hands for support, which creates a lightning storm of tingles, especially from her left breast as the nipple is compressed in his fingers by her weight. Gripping his shaft, she re-centers him and lowers herself slightly, sliding his cock into her wetness once more. As soon as she is certain he is where she so desperately wants him, she drops, shoving his cock as deep into her as she can.

Sierra is close to orgasm again, and while not as powerful as her first, it is building rapidly. She returns to her squatting position and he immediately slides up, then down, to check her position. It's perfect, she decides... if she can hold it. As soon as Rick hits the bottom of his stroke he begins to thrust into her once again. Her hand flies back to his wrist for support as he gives himself to her, the orgasm building with every powerful stroke of his cock. She fights for control but because of her semi-crouching position, and the strain of holding it, she knows she is waging a losing battle.

He moves his hands from her breasts, allowing her to fall forward onto her knees and alleviate the strain on her legs, his strong arms surrounding and pinning her to him. With one hand on the back of her head, his other arm around her middle back, he begins to pound into her with the speed and violence of a jackhammer, a continuous growl issuing from him.

He is usually a gentle and considerate lover, but here, now, he is taking her with a passion and violence he's never shown before... and she is loving every pounding stroke of it. Bound in his arms and feeling completely safe, she lets herself go. Once again the orgasm comes fast and hard. Though not as powerful as her first, it is strong enough to cause a long moan to escape her as her muscles quiver from nerves misfiring in pleasure. He continues to pounds into her as her wetness pours out of her, causing Rick's balls to make wet, slapping sounds against her ass. Finally her orgasm crests, leaving her weak, spent, and gasping.

His strokes suddenly shorten as he begins to crush her into him. She resolves to endure but, perhaps realizing that he is hurting her, his arms loosen slightly. He pushes his hips high into the air, trying to drive his cock deeper into her as a loud gasping intake of breath escapes him. His hips crash back into the sand only to immediately rise high again, his seed pouring into her in a hot rush of wetness. Down his hips fall and then once again rise, but this time he holds them there, legs quivering, not breathing, as he battles for control of his body while in the throes of orgasm. Finally, with a great sigh, his hips fall back to the beach, not to rise again. She lies in his embrace, feeling his chest heave under hers as he catches his breath, enjoying having him inside her as his hands hold her head and back.

As his breathing slows, she pulls her head up. The movement causing her nipples to drag briefly across his chest and send little chills of pleasure skittering through her. Looking into his face she waits until he opens his eyes, tipping his head up and forward slightly to look at her.

"So, was it good for you?" she asks with a small smile.

As his head falls back he chuckles and she puts her head back on his shoulder as his hands continue to caress her skin in gentle patterns. They stay in their embrace for many minutes, Sierra lying in complete contentment, the fingers of one hand lazily playing with Rick's hair. Finally he softens enough that his penis falls from her of its own accord and, with a deep sigh of regret, she pulls herself to her hands and knees and moves to kiss him. He gently tries to pull her down upon him again, but she resists and he lets her go.

She feels aglow as she begins to dress. She has been well fucked before, but never like this. He has given her his everything, holding nothing back, laying himself bare before her. He has always been a masterful lover, the best she has ever had, giving her pleasures she's never experienced before, but this time has been different. He has let himself go in a way he rarely has in the past, and that passion has come through in his lovemaking. If today is any indication of how married life with Rick is going to be, she is looking forward to being married again indeed.

After dressing, she closes the distance between them and puts a hand behind his head, pulling his head down beside her lips. "I love you. I love you more than you can know," she breathes into his ear. Holding him, she feels his hands come up onto her back, pulling her in close to him in a gentle embrace. She moves into him and they stand, like the two lovers they are, as the ocean crashes behind her.

Sierra comes out of the immersion to find herself damp with sweat and so horny she's certain she'll go mad unless she has a release. Taking her vibrator in hand, she flips it on to its most powerful setting and swiftly inserts it into her pussy, sliding it back and forth in her wetness. The tingles it sets off almost overwhelm her and she groans, deep and guttural, as her orgasm immediately begins to build. The toy ravages her as she pulls her chin hard into her chest, her muscles tightening in her pre-orgasmic throes. She shifts the vibrator to her clit, pressing it gently to her, the vibrations cause her to writhe. She holds it there, yearning for the release that's coming. Her need is overwhelming as she thrusts first one, then two, fingers from her other hand into her pussy in short rapid strokes.

"Oh... oh... oh..." she pants as her orgasm begin to take her, her face twisting in sweet anguish until the cresting wave of pleasure breaks over her like the ocean. "Fuck!" she gasps as her orgasm batters her, the sensations from the vibrator so intense she can't take it. She pulls the vibrator away and rolls onto her stomach, pressing her fingers to her womanhood and biting the pillow as she growls out each panting breath.

"Jesus Christ," she grunts as she slowly comes down from her orgasmic high, her body uncoiling as she relaxes and takes several deep, cleansing breaths. "Fuck!" she mutters, the searing pleasure of her orgasm still flowing out of her as a hard shiver passes through her.

Is she, that horny, or is the immersion that powerful, or both? My God, I need Will here. His hard cock should be pummeling her into oblivion, but he isn't here, so she picks up her vibrator, still purring from its previous use, and inserts it into her pussy again.

She slides the vibrator around, a gold bullet ravaging her womanhood as she inserts, presses, and strokes herself. As she slowly drives herself wild with her toy, she fantasizes about first Will, then Rick, fucking her in the dirt in front of a cheering toga-clad crowd. He takes her in every conceivable position, giving her orgasm after orgasm, as she slowly grinds him down until he's screaming in ecstasy, unable to take the pleasures she's giving him. He begins to come in impossibly huge squirts, beginning inside her, but continuing as she pulls him free, his come landing in her hair, on her face, and on body.

Just as Rick's imaginary semen begins to fill her, Sierra orgasms, whimpering as wave after wave of pleasure takes her, the vibrator busy touching and sliding, enhancing, and prolonging the orgasm. She grunts out each panting breath, fighting the climax, relishing the struggle to remain in control as her body tries to steal it from her. Finally the full force of her orgasm takes her. She drops the vibrator, her back arching as she tears at the bed linens while her resolve is subjugated by her body. She once again rolls into her stomach, her left hand pawing at her womanhood, driving, driving, driving, herself deeper into her orgasm as she wrings her body of desire. Finally, after nearly an eternity, she lies panting, weak, and quivering, waiting until she once again has control of herself.

"Fuck," she moans again, the word drawn out and breathy, her eyes tightly shut as she gathers herself. Finally, almost painfully, she rolls over and, after some patting with her right hand, finds her vibrator and turns it off, dropping it carelessly back on the bed.

So, it seems that even though Rick may be old, well, older, anyway, he knows what a woman needs and can deliver it. She wonders briefly what it would be like to have a relationship like that, one where she'd have all the passion she shares with Will, and still have the stability of a commitment. She snorts. Not that she has had many, but all her 'stable' relationships have ended in disaster for one reason or another. As she lies in her sweat-dampened bed, pushing her wet hair off her face, she decides to ping that Sierra chick first thing Monday morning. If she's lucky, maybe Rick will be available for some rehearsal time.

Saturday morning means tennis for Rick and Giselle, and during their games, it's obvious what Giselle's going through is affecting her more than she'll admit. She's an excellent tennis player, better than Rick, Todd or Charlie, but he beats her in all six games of their first set, five of the six games in their second set. He can beat her sometimes, but never has he so dominated her. He's glad Todd and Charlie are unable to make it this morning, as Giselle's game play would have raised questions that he didn't think she'd want to answer. She's a true sportsman though, offering no excuses and congratulating him on his excellent play. He accepts her congratulations, trying not to show how much it hurts him to do so.

The rest of the day is pure hell for Rick. Though Giselle tries to keep it hidden from him, he knows that the partners' reaction, Hittle's in particular, is gnawing at her. They don't make love Saturday night, preferring to cuddle until she falls asleep in his arms. Nights can be long and lonely, and he's awakened in the middle of the night by the sounds of her soft weeping. At some point they'd rolled out of each other's arms and his back is to her. He turns over to face her, pulling her gently to him, holding her, saying nothing as she weeps until finally her tears stop.

"I'm sorry," she sniffs.

"Shhh... I know it's hard, and I'm sorry that you are going through this. It'll be okay, really."

She sniffs again. "I know it's late, or early, but will you just hold me for a while?" She issues a small laugh. "The world isn't such a scary place when you're holding me."

He kisses her on the forehead. "Anytime you wish, for as long as you wish," he whispers.

She rolls over and snuggles her back into him. "I love you," she says with another sniff.

He takes her into his arms and holds her close. "I love you too," he replies before kissing her on her shoulder. She says nothing else, and soon her breathing slows and deepens as she slips once again into sleep, until he eventually loosens his embrace, still holding her, but not as tightly.

Sunday is a lazy, rainy day they spend snuggling. Giselle seems to crave the closeness, closeness he's all too willing to give. They spend the morning in bed, dozing and cuddling, listening to the rain patter on the roof, before finally getting up and eating a light brunch of fruit and bagels. After the meal they sit together on the couch, Giselle curled under a decorative afghan reading, tucked in close while his hand gently caresses her arm. In the meantime, Rick watches vids or surfs the net, trying to not let his frustration and anger at how she's being treated get to him, wanting to stay positive and upbeat for her.

When he becomes so fidgety he can no longer sit still, without a word he takes her reader, closes it, and places it on the side table. He pulls her to her feet before picking her up and carrying her to their bedroom as her head rests on his shoulder. After gently placing her on the bed he joins her, snuggling in close, and starts their immersion. They haven't experienced it in several months, and he hopes experiencing it again will help pull her out of her funk.

When the immersion ends they don't move, lying together, looking into each other's eyes, touching and kissing gently. She knows if they were nude they'd make love, but neither wants to break the mood, to move away from the other, so they lie there, basking in their love for one another, time slowing to a stop and passing at infinite speed.

"We have to get up," she says, caressing his cheek.

"I already am," he replies with a small grin.

She giggles. "I know, but that's not what I meant."

"I know, but I wanted to hear you laugh," he says, delicately touching her lips with a finger.

She closes her eyes, his light touch on her lips feeling deliciously erotic. Dressed or not, they're going to be making love soon if he doesn't stop. She does nothing to stop him, enjoying his touch and the emotions it evokes.

She sighs in contentment as he gently caresses her lips, wondering why her troubles at work are even bothering her. Her colleagues should be so lucky to have found someone that completes them as Rick completes her. What did she care if the partners didn't approve? They can fire her if they wanted. They'd probably be doing her a favor if they did. She could leave the firm and go to work the next day on the payroll of Immersion Playground, and at least a few of her clients would probably go with her. She couldn't, wouldn't, ask her clients to follow her, of course. That would be a breach of professional ethics, but if they came of their own free will...

"What?" he asks her quietly, removing his finger and kissing her tenderly on the lips.

"What, what?" she replies, opening her eyes.

"You're smiling. I was wondering why."

"Just thinking how lucky I am, and how nice it'd be to tell Richards, Beckel & Lively to shove it."

"So why don't you?"

"Because then they win. I will, when the time's right, but not now. They can fire me, but I won't quit," she says firmly, watching Rick's lips pull into a small smile. "Now you're smiling."

"Just marveling at how tough you are. You remember when this came up at Feedback Alive? I was ready to chuck the whole thing and walk away. But not you. You're standing and fighting. I like that. I wish I had your resolve."

"It's not me, Rick, it's us. I couldn't do this without you. Knowing you're there to catch me if I fall gives me the courage and the strength to stand my ground, to do what I know is right."

"When I spoke to Ted Beckel Friday, he seems like a nice enough guy."

"I like Ted, and Dex—"

"Dex?" he interrupts.

"Dexter Lively. I like them, especially Ted, but the other partners... I wouldn't shed a tear if they were suddenly hit by a bus. Especially now."

"You said Beckel wasn't there when they raked you over the coals. What did Dex have to say?"

"Not much, actually. He didn't exactly defend me, but when Greene was going off on a tirade on immorality, Dex said something like, 'Lawyers, as a group, aren't exactly held up as beacons of morality. I'm not sure that we are in a position to lecture someone on that.' Something like that. The best part was he was looking straight at Hittle while he said it," she finishes with a smirk.

"I wish I could tell you to not worry about it. I can't expect you to do, or in this case, not do, something I wouldn't be able to do myself. But try not to let it get to you. Just remember that you can walk anytime you like."

"I know, Rick, I know," she says softly, leaning in to kiss him again. The kiss starts out tender and chaste, as all their kisses have been since the immersion, but as they linger it become more. She pulls back from Rick, holding his gaze for a long moment. "We're going to make love now, aren't we?" she asks, a smile in her voice and on her lips.

"I think we are," he says, smiling back, pulling her gently to him. As she melts into his embrace they begin to kiss, slowly at first, their lips just brushing. He's taking it slow, giving her time for her passion to rise, knowing she's been feeling vulnerable and not wanting to push her.

She relaxes into his embrace, molding her body into his. His sweet, tender kisses arousing her desire for him, but also arousing her feelings of frustration and anger. Was she really feeling sorry for herself for feeling like this, and being willing to share it? Was she really? Was she ashamed of something so pure, so wonderful, something that hundreds, maybe thousands of men and women use as a lifeline? The people at the firm should be so lucky to have what she has, and thanking her for her willingness to share something so rare and special. She feels her passion flaring into a mixture of frustration, anger, and lust, her emotions becoming a raging storm even as the weather intensifies outside.

He notices the change in her as she stiffens. "You okay?"

"Yes," she says, her voice slightly hard. "I'm just getting pissed off again, that's all."

"Pissed off? Do you want to stop?"

"No," she says, softening. "No, I want this. I need this."

He says nothing as he leans in to kiss her again, pulling her more forcibly to him, kissing her gently on her neck, trying to draw her away from her anger.