New Home, New Life?

Cicilia sighed heavily with pleasure as she felt Sayumi's own hand slip under her arm, gently combing through her hair... She loved how her gentle touch always seemed to sap her of all her troubles, especially when she ran her fingers across her mane. Her other hand softly slipped under her shirt as well, gently pressed against her bare back as they kissed and kissed. The German smiled, happy that she was thinking the same thing...

Skin on skin contact... It was what she craved, what she NEEDED from Sayumi. She wanted to feel her bare chest against hers, their breasts pressed up against one another as things got more and more intimate... She wanted to feel her girlfriend in her arms...

The Lavender beauty pulled away for a moment, mentioning that she was ticklish. A devilish smirk flashed across the boxer's lips as she stared down at the hand she had on her lover's lower chest, contemplating if this was something she'd exploit... Before she could come to a conclusion however, her lips were met with the dreamy kiss of her sweetheart, pulling her back into the heat of the moment. Eh... She'd do it some other time... Like when she wouldn't expect it... For now, though...

Cicilia snaked her hand up a little farther, resting her palm on her girlfriend's breast, giving it a soft squeeze as she suckled on her lips... Somehow Sayumi was tasting even sweeter today... Maybe it was because of how turned on she was with her right now but she didn't care... she needed those lips on hers... all the time for the rest of her life... The german kissed her deeper and deeper, squeezing her breast a little more before pulling both her hand and herself away for a second, tugging at the bottom of her shirt questioningly. It had to go... It simply must.... Whether or not Sayumi chose to abide by this craving, Cicilia would peel off her own shirt, tossing it to the floor before throwing herself at her lover once more, locking their lips and kissing her with renewed passion.

Sayumi closed her eyes as she relaxed into the couch, her lips smiling against their kisses as she felt Cicilia fingers creep up and over her breast. She drew in a sharp breath through her nose as the other girl's hand slipped over top of her. "Mmm..." She cooed softly, arching her back weakly as she pushed her chest up into the groping palm of Cicilia, urging her on.

Sayumi gently tugged and pulled gently at Cicilia, the boxer's strong unwavering frame baring down on her coupled with her firm hand on her, she was clearly enjoying it. While not as physically strong as Cicilia, Sayumi was a strong woman in her own way. She did however seem to find the boxer taking charge and just being physical with her attractive. Being held in her strong arms, pushed down against the couch.

She almost seemed sad when Cicilia departed, peering up at her with lidded eyes as she panted softly. She didn't resist, raising her arms slightly to assist in removing her shirt with greater ease, exposing her bare upper body to Cicilia. She watched quietly as Cicilia slipped out of her own top, tittering with unspoken excitement before her girlfriend pounced back on her.

She was a secondary player to their embrace, holding Cicilia gently, returning her kiss as well. She made no attempt to take charge, she had submitted herself to the girl fully, wanting to go wherever Cicilia took her. Her body rocked slowly underneath, rubbing herself weakly up against Cicilia as color rose in her cheeks.

Cicilia smiled as Sayumi not only allowed her to strip her of her shirt, but helped her take it off as well by raising her arms... Just for being such a good sport, the lavender beauty had earned Cicilia's love all night long... The boxer tossed her shirt away somewhere before stripping her own shirt off and doing the same, tossing herself back into her lover's embrace.

"Mmmmm..." She hummed passively into their loving embrace, shivering softly as she felt her lover's body softly rock against her. Cicilia sensed the submissiveness in Sayumi's position, not an inkling of resistance, not an attempt at ruling this interaction... She apparently wanted to play submissive tonight. That was fine... She wanted to be dominant anyway. As they kissed, Cicilia's tongue slipped out from between her lips, all too eager to meet up with Sayumi's for their favorite dance.

She moaned softly into their lips as she too began softly grinding against her lover's waist, her crotch softly pressing and rubbing against her little captive's. Her cheeks bloomed with a soft red as she stared down at the beautiful woman beneath her through lidded sanguine eyes, this close to losing herself... Cicilia pulled away but only so that she could start kissing that beautiful neck Sayumi had on her, her tongue softly running up and down that beautiful pale skin between each wet and sensual kiss. One of her hands softly ran through her lover's beautiful Lavender hair, the other softly groping Sayumi's breast from the side, cupping it in her palm and giving it soft, gentle squeezes.

Sayumi turned her head slightly into their kiss, allowing Cicilia more room to push herself on the wrestler, she moaned softly, muffled as the boxer's tongue found easy entry into her mouth taking control of the space as her tongue lightly brushed over the other woman's.

As they parted lips she panted softly, her chest heaving into her loves embrace. Her nibbled softly on her lower lip, enjoying every affection. She ran her hands up and down Cicilia's arms feeling their power as she had her way with her. She gasped softly as Cicilia moved along her neck, squirming and writhing under her now. "Aahh.. ooooh.. mmm." She grunted softly, cutely every so often as she was squeezed and massaged, moans escaping her readily no longer muffled by their kiss.

Her skin was warm to the touch, though this was nothing new to the boxer. This was a trait she would have come upon many times before now. She seemed to really be enjoying this, the slower pace, the feel of Cicilia on top of her, commanding her body. Often times Cicilia had rushed to the end, but Sayumi enjoyed what came first far more. Foreplay just made everything so much better. Her body language spoke volumes to that.

She had been steadily aroused, wanting more of Cicilia's touch, craving her to make a show of dominance. Her nipples had perked under the woman's palms, now with each rub and squeeze she tingled with excitement. She tilted her head, exposing her neck more to Cicilia submissively. Her hands along the boxer's arms slowly weakening their grasp until she was just barely hanging on

Cicilia's ears tingled with the sound of her lover moaning and gasping underneath her as she worked on that beautiful neck of hers, inclined to just enjoy her spot here rather than rush to the conclusion. It was true that the German often got over-excited when it came to this, always eager to get to the best parts instead of savoring the build-up. Her desires were often wild and unchecked, encouraging her to sate her lust as soon as it arrived and only up until recently she had been a slave to it... That was until she started slowing down on a whim, wondering if she could be satisfied working through it a bit at a time... She began to realize just how intoxicating it was to feed your desires bit by bit instead of simply gorging them instantly... and she didn't regret it.

The German stepped up her game a tiny bit as Sayumi revealed her neck to her, suckling on her tender flesh with each kiss, lingering for a moment before moving onto another dry spot. Her arms tingled as she felt her partner's hands run up and down them tightly at first, then gradually weaken to the point they limply hung from her... Her lover was getting more and more submissive by the second, their excitement rising in tandem with one-another. The German's body began to heat up as her arousal increased, her enthusiasm with her kisses increasing as well. Her gentle-ish fondling of Sayumi's breasts evolved into more aggressive groping, her perky nipple slipping and poking out between her fingers.

After long and painstaking efforts to make sure no place on that side of her neck went unattended, Cicilia would pull away only to plant a gentle loving smooch on her lover's cheek. Even if they were in a moment of love-making, she always had time for tenderness. She'd smile ever so softly before locking lips with her again and reigniting passion. She withdrew her hand from Sayumi's beautiful lavender locks, tracing it down her slide slowly before reaching those short-shorts of hers... Her fingers slipped down inside, gently stroking her lower belly, teasing her.

The more powerful Cicilia's presence had become, the more notice her pacified state have become readily visible. Her fingers slipped away from Cicilia's arms, drifting up to stretch out over her head, giving her girlfriend free range over her entire body as she lay beneath her.

It was as if kiss, each long suckle at her neck was physically sapping her of any strength. She melted into every touch, wanting so much more. Her breath was ragged and hot through her nose as she sucked in her upper lip running her teeth along it. She couldn't hold back her moans, occasionally giggling when Cicilia brushed her someplace ticklish.

Her hands meekly rose up, pressing themselves to Cicilia's shoulders, giving her a shove. It was so weak, so pathetic, but that was by design. She was putting up a feeble resistance now, all for show. It helped to play into how in control Cicilia was, as the boxer dominated her lover.

Her pretend resistance slowly fell away again as she was enslaved by another long passionate kiss. Her muffled moaning had reached a point that Cicilia hadn't really heard before. In the past their exchanges hadn't worked her over this way. This slow and steady seduction was a clear weakness of hers now. Even if she hadn't let Cicilia take charge from the beginning, it seemed likely had things gone this way, she would have still ended up as she was now, under the boxer's spell, wanting her to manhandle her.

Her body snaked around under Cicilia at her slow roaming touch, taunting her as it brushed her navel. Her thighs pressed themselves together tightly as she subconsciously rubbed them together, the anticipation to feel her girlfriend on her was almost to much. She whined softly into one of her muffled moans at the torturous tease.

Sayumi's play-resistance did as little to stop Cicilia as one would expect, the juggernaut eventually ripping through it all like tissue paper with one of her well-loved passionate kisses. Her lover's hands fell up by her head, giving the boxer all the room and space she needed to play with her body, something she would reward her for very very soon... Cicilia moaned right back into her partner's lips, finding this slow march to the inevitable perfect... The Juggernaut snickered a little as Sayumi did but never once did she break her kiss with her... Only in the most dire of suffocating circumstances would she ever break their kiss...

Her lover's whines and moans only urged the boxer to play with her some more, softly poking around her belly button with her fingers, her touch as gentle and soft as a juggernaut such as she could manage. Her cheeks flared to a full blown pink as her hands unavoidably drifted down once again, ready to get down to business... It seemed Cicilia didn't have a say in the matter, her hands taking control of the situation... She didn't mind though... She was perfectly content up here with her lover while her hands managed the south.

These pants... She felt so restricted in them... As her body continued to heat up under the building lust and love the two shared, Cicilia became more and more aware of how these short-shorts bound her... kept her from Sayumi. They simply had to go. The german took her hand from her lover's lower body, instead drifting her hand back to her own, pulling down her shorts until her legs could kick them off herself... Already she felt so much freer, feeling the air race between her legs... But she didn't want to be free for freedom's sake... She now had to liberate her lover...

Cicilia pulled away from their kiss with a soft whine of her own, disappointed that she couldn't do this effectively without leaving her, even only for a moment. Cicilia scooted back a bit, her hands now wresting on Sayumi's waistband as she slowly tugged them down, hoping to free her too... If she succeeded, the German would slip back up and eagerly, desperately lock lips with Sayumi once again, grinding their exposed sexes against one another...

It's time to get serious...

One of Sayumi's hands pawed weakly at Cicilia's arm while the other gently placed itself  on the back of the one groping her firmly. She helplessly wiggled beneath the boxer, enjoying every passing moment as they two bumped against one another. She could feel the hot breath steaming through Cicilia's nostrils watching over her face. Her own breathing stunted by their locked lips. She felt almost light headed, intoxicated with her girlfriend.

She could feel Cicilia shaking about on top of her, but she couldn't see why. She didn't really care, she was too lost in everything else to think too hard on what it could be.

She Cicilia moved back, she panted, drawing in ragged gasps of air as she tried to catch her breath. She reached up, gently stroking her girlfriends chest, small light brushes from a girl who seemed almost incapable of moving. She watched Cicilia tugging at her shorts with lidded eyes, her heart thumping rapidly in her chest as she admired her body. Her hand stepped down along her body, pressing lightly along her abdomen, feeling how tightly packed she was. Unlike her shirt she didn't assist her, preferring instead to let Cicilia drag the article of clothing from her body. Something about it was thrilling.

As Cicilia lowered herself back down on top of her, she lifted her legs spreading them slightly to allow Cicilia an easier change to grind herself down on her. She shivered, feeling her girlfriend pushing herself down on top of her. While they had scissors in the ring, this was the first time Cicilia had thought to take her like this. She loved it. With no place to go, all the bodily contact, and lips mashing together there was nothing she could do but soak in every ounce of what she was given moaning and writhing uncontrollably.

Cicilia moaned and squirmed a little as they kissed, the sensation of their vulnerables rubbing against one another Striking deep into her being. It felt so much like back then in the arena, back when she was at her lover's mercy... Now she was the one on top... And she'd give her lover an experience she wouldn't soon forget. The German picked up the pace with her grinding, rubbing her sex against Sayumi's as her hands snaked up around her. One slipped behind her neck, raising her head a tad so that Cicilia would have an easier time pressing deeply into her with her tongue. The other ran all up and down the lavender beauty's sides from her hips, all the way to her breasts. Air was more a desire than a necessity at this point the boxer found, possessing seemingly no compulsion to break away from this deep and passionate embrace.

It was like a predator in control of her prey, a lion in control of a antelope, the poor thing underneath her providing no resistance as she tore into her. She made it so easy to do whatever she wanted to her and while that took away the aspect of competition she so enjoyed, this was a very close second... Tasting Sayumi uninhibited, feeling her body heat up and writhe underneath her, trapped... This sense of power and dominance she had over her girlfriend was hot in it's own right. Speaking of hot...

Cicilia's body temperature spiked as she felt her sex grow wetter and wetter by the second, practically dripping by the time she was pulled out of her lustful haze. She pulled away from their kiss, lingering for a second as if resisting an ungodly erg to return.... It was the hardest thing she ever had to do to back off...

But it'd all be worth it. The German pulled back a little more, pushing herself into sitting upright, slipping one leg under Sayumi's and the other over hers. Their sexes would meet in a more intimate setting this time in a position they both knew well...

Sayumi's purrs and moans had become to frequint the odd bouts of silence between them were a rarity. She had remained a willing victim to any of Cicilia's desires but the more there boxer pressed and grinded up against her, the harder it became to sit on the sidelines and watch everything unfold. She would eventually start to shift her hips with what little wiggle room she had, playing a small part in their mutual pleasure.

Every passing stroke sent a ripple of pleasure through her. Their moistened bodies playfully rubbing or occasionally wetly slapping against one another had her at Cicilia's mercy. She could feel herself getting close, but she wasn't ready. She wanted more of this. She didn't want this to stop.

It was hard to even focus on that, try as she might. Cicilia's hand trailing her body, the forceful way Cicilia pulled her closer into their kiss. Her own hands weakly brushing up along Cicilia's body, reminding herself of her girlfriend's powerful frame. It sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted her to make use of all of that.

As Cicilia pulled away, her head dropped back onto the couch as she gasped for air, panting loudly. Her chest heaved as Cicilia retreated from her, clouded mind confused. It wasn't until she felt their legs slip between one another that she knew. A blissful smile on her face as she nibbled her lip gently.