Work (Sayumi Arai)

Cicilia smiled as she felt Sayumi's head on her shoulder, her hands reaching up to wrap around her back, holding her against her...

"No problem..." She whispered, her lips tingling for the lavender's again... She suddenly regretted having pulled away from that last kiss, a mistake she planned to correct.... Cicilia leaned in one more time, taking Sayumi's lips in hers, pushing her tongue inside her to resume their last kiss. What looked like relative calm on the outside hid a deep want and desire for her on the inside... She tightened her grip on her girlfriend, pressing their bodies together as her need for evermore intimacy became increasingly obvious.

Her hands would slip down the wrestler's back, resting on her hips for bit a moment before moving to her ass, gently caressing her cheeks in the midst of their kiss... From her gentler body-language, it would be hard to miss how much Cicilia wanted for Sayumi to take it this far too, for her to be the dominatrix she knew was in there.

Sayumi's head tilted into Cicilia's kiss as if she had been stranded in a dessert and her touch was precious water. She drew her in completely, she needed her, wanted her. Cicilia's tongue slipped inside and she let it dominate the space within offering feeble resistance as is it wrestled her tongue on its own. Her eyes peeked though thin slits, heavily lidded and docile. She just wanted to lay her with this woman and let her do... anything.

She vaguely felt fingers ride down along her back though the fabric of her clothes, but she arched with them, knowing they were there. As the boxer's hands slipped down to rest upon her perky year she moaned. The caressing seemed to light something inside her as she slowly stirred back to life. Her hands gently drifted to Cicilia's shoulders as she pushed away slowly, breaking there kiss. She loomed over the German breathing heavily as she looked her in the eyes. Wordlessly she stared watching her for a long while.

"Do... you want to?" Was all she managed after what must have been the longest minute of silence she could recall ever having. She was still panting, cheeks burning red. The question had been so vague, but her tone alone seemed to convey the meaning. She wanted Cicilia in this moment. She needed her. There wasn't going to be any cameras or observes. Just them. Despite all of this, she still felt the need to ask. To be polite. The sweet girl nibbled on her own lower lip gently.

Cicilia shivered a little as Sayumi broke their long, sensual kiss once again, not quite ready for it to end... The two stared back at each other, not a word spoken for the longest time. It was clear in both of their eyes what they wanted... They both knew it but Sayumi had to ask anyway. The boxer couldn't help but blush but her smile remained present, giving her perky rear a squeeze.

"...Yes..." Cicilia responded, leaning up and kissing her again. Was there any doubt? Since their hentai match, this was something Cicilia craved... She needed Sayumi so bad and now...? Now to seemed she'd finally get her...

The boxer kissed her deeply, forcing her tongue back into her partner's mouth, her hands shifting now from her ass... to her coat. She had to get that off of her first... If what they were doing was gonna happen that was going to need to go. Along with her dress... and her and her leggings... and her boots..

But for now, she'd settle for that jacket...

Let out a surprised muffled sound as Cicilia pounced almost immediately. Despite herself, having something more to say on this she found herself once again whisked away as Cicilia dug herself in and pushed past all her defenses, melting away at her with her sensual lips and probing tongue. Sayumi was powerless to resist as she pushed back in the heat of the moment, bearing her weight and body down on Cicilia.

She could feel Cicilia's hands leave her backside, a truly sad occasion, but the jacket did need to go. As the boxer pulled at the article of clothing her shoulders rolled to help shed it. In a faint moment of clarity she suddenly broke away from the kiss, panting. "I... On the floor?" She asked with a breathless laugh, glancing around them. She hadn't had the chance to propose a chance in setting as Cicilia had jumped her out the gate.

Indeed, Cicilia had completely forgotten that they were on the floor right now and it was only when Sayumi pulled away and mentioned it did the boxer realize... Too bad it took breaking their kiss and ruining the moment to do it.

"I... Yeah... you're right..." Cicilia conceded, laughing a bit breathlessly herself. "It wouldn't be the best place..."

She leaned up a bit more, locking lips with the lavender beauty for a quick kiss, pushing her back so that they were both sitting upright. She was so very close to just saying screw it and just doing her right there but then... why not make their first real time the most comfortable... She'd pull away, her gaze one with absolute lust and love intertwined, playfully pushing the cute wrestler off of her before rising to her feet.

"Follow me..." she murmured, holding out her hand for Sayumi to take.

The boxer would lead her down the one hall she had, past the bathroom to the door on the end. She'd open the door to reveal her bedroom:

A small, two-person bed sat in the center of the room with a closet on the right and a window to the left, though the blinds and curtains were drawn of course. There was very little in the ways of decoration but they weren't here to admire where she slept, now were they...? Cicilia pulled Sayumi ahead of her, pushing her down on the edge of her bed before lowering herself on top of her.

"Better...?" she asked.

"Mmm!" She blinked at the last kiss before Cicilia more or less brushed her off. Her butt bounced onto the floor as she blinked watching Cicilia rise. She took the hand with a sheepish smile as she was draw up to follow. She bumped shoulders with Cicilia as they walked, using this opportunity to steal a few small kisses on her cheek and neck as they traveled the hall.

She curiously eyed the bedroom, a small solitary space, but a room of its own. It was a far cry from her futon and folding screens. Yes, it was a good idea they came here instead. While they hadn't come to admire her bedroom, Sayumo as she tended to do, was distracted with looking around. She couldn't help but notice a few things missing she would have assumed would be here. Perhaps she would ask later.

She fumbled in her footing as she was tugged before Cicilia, blinking. She was pushed easily down onto the bed, blushing fiercely as Cicilia lowered herself down on top of her. "Much..."

"Good..." She whispered, feeling her hots for Sayumi kick into overdrive... She wasn't blushing anymore, not as she pressed her lips hard against her girlfriend's again, not as she attempted to push her on her back. She felt no more inhibitions about doing this with her, not after they got this far... There was no embarrassment, no inner struggle... All of her was in agreement that she wanted this, that she wanted Sayumi...

Now came the fun part: the mutual stripping... Cicilia hadn't admitted it, but back in the arena, being torn bare with her was one of the most interesting and sexy things she's ever felt. It was going to be even better now, now that they were alone... now that they weren't doing this for the viewers. It was just for each other...

Time for that dress to come off... As she smothered her partner in kisses, she snaked her up near her shoulders where the top of her dress rested. She tugged at it gently at first, letting her partner know what was coming before pulling harder, eager beyond reason to see her in her underwear...

Of course, she'd have to separate for this to work... Life could be so cruel...

As she was shoved onto her back the bed sheets around her rippled outward, conforming to her outline. She reached up, her hands on Cicilia's side as she stared up at the woman looming over her. While the boxer had lost her embarrassment and had no more fire in her cheeks, Sayumi was the opposite. Intimacy, real intimacy set her skin on fire. A moan slipped from between her lips into Cilia's as she was forced down into the mattress. Her palms stiffened against Cicila's back, roughly slipping behind her, bunching her shirt up as she pulled the woman down onto her. She wanted her close.

She took it all, the battery of kisses raining down from above, she couldn't seem to decide between giggles and moans, trading them like baseball cards as Cicilia showered her with affection. She lay there in a stunned stupor as Cicilia pulled away from her. She felt the tugging at her dress and found herself lifting her arms, in a stand out of body experience. She didn't even know she was doing it, but allowed for it to happen. Beneath she wore a simple black bra, surprisingly enough this one unlike her ring gear had no frills. Only practicality. She squirmed under Cicilia, her hands has single left the boxers back as she, in the heat of the moment was trying to willing free from her leggings.

Cicilia was surprised to find Sayumi's glorious breasts cupped in a simple black bra, no pink or frills to be found.

"Hmmm..." The boxer hummed, feeling her arousal ever increase at this simple revelation. While her girlfriend struggled with her leggings in a desperate attempt to shed them, she herself slipped off her own shirt, tossing it and Sayumi's dress to the floor, revealing her plain white bra. Not giving her any more time to relax, Cicilia pressed herself against her once more, mashing their breasts up against one another as she spilled all her passion and desire into each and every deep and tongue-filled kiss she give. One hand slipped up to Sayumi's cheek holding her face steady for ravishing while the other slipped down between the girl's legs, tugging at one of her leggings in an effort to help her shed them.

Cicilia moaned softly into her partner's lips, her body already starting to heat up at the sensation of their bare torsos rubbing against eachother. Once that one legging she was working on got taken care of, Cicilia would shift hand positions, her other working on the other legging in an effort to get her completely free.

Was finding it hard to get anything done herself as Cicilia seemingly set upon her like a wild animal. She couldn't say she dislike it though. She was normally on the larger end of the giving, having the woman peeling off her clothes and press her down like this... She couldn't be bothered trying to remove the leggings, instead opting to wrap her arms around Cicilia, pulling her in again any time she dared slip away from a kiss. Her fingers roughly ran through the boxer's hair as her other hand slipped up and down along her back.

When Cicilia helped to remove her leggings she kicked them off the rest of the way, enjoying the freedom the apartment air brought to her bare legs. She arched her back, pressing up into Cicilia as she laughed. She hadn't seen the boxer this full of energy before. So much for being tired. She stared up at Cicilia longingly, but there was, as there tended to be, a bit of competition in her own eyes. She bit her lip, scanning her girlfriend's body wondering if she was thinking something similiar.