Debut Match: Asher vs Noomi! (Finished)

He had caught her head with his legs, which was definitely a minor victory for him at the moment, especially with her covered sex rubbing right into his face. He was pretty sure most of the audience would have loved to trade places with him at the moment. Hell, he was wondering to himself why he was trying to get free from this, it was a dream come true maybe except for the part she was kicking his butt to make it happen.

As the deadlock gave way and he finally got her off of him his eyes exposed back to the lights and he could actually hear the crowd again all he could think about was taking in some much-needed breath. He swore he could still feel the warmth of her fingers and hands against his body. She had almost slipped them into his pants which had gotten much tighter in the moment.

He knew he needed to get up, he did his best work on his feet and in the air, so panting softly he would move to start getting up to his feet and stand up. Which somehow just played right back into Noomi's hands once again. As he started getting his feet under him she lunged tackling his smaller body back down with a small yelp and grunt as he went straight down to his back again.

He groaned softly underneath her once again right in her clutches. He tried to lift his hips to twist and turn them over, though odds are it would just have the effect of him pressing his hips up against her's as she had shown to be stronger than he was.

Noomi's eyes lit up when she saw him struggling to stand, seizing the opportunity to throw herself at him. Her at wrapped around his body as she bowled him over, bringing them both to the mat again with a loud thud. She waisted no time in climbing on top of him, wanting to establish control once again.

When he twisted his body, she reached out to coil her arms around him in a tight hug. She was rolled over onto his side, but remained nestled close to him when she came to a stop. She let out a soft, pleased hum, dipping her head in to place her lips upon his to plant a big kiss on him… then another… and another, though this one she would hold passionately smooshing their lips against one another, tilting her head just slightly for the best contact.

The silver haired girl would moan softly into their kisses, taking this time to bring one of her legs up and overtop of Asher, trying to slowly work to rock him over onto his back again. If she managed to do that, she would straddle his waist while keeping their lips locked together, her hands blindly feeling around for her opponent's to attempt to pin them down to the mat.

Asher was a bit surprised as he was actually able to roll them over putting her and him onto their sides. Though he really should have known better she was one step ahead of him as her warm curvy body pressed against his. Held in her hug his eyes widened as her warm lips planted against his own making him moan against them caught off guard by the sudden intimate contact as she continued to plant her lips against his putting his mind in a daze.

She would find it easy to work her leg over the top of him and roll him right onto his back once again securely beneath her as he started kissing her back getting into it forgetting about the match for a moment. As she straddled his waist he tried to fend off her hands from finding him but found them she did and would quite simply pin them down to the mat.

This left him kissing her while being quite securely pinned down to the mat. The ref seeing this had to do their job though they didn't seem in a rush as she walked over to the two of them. Checking that he was indeed pinned she made her way down to slap the mat and begin the count! Asher was to caught up in the moment to realize what was even happening.

Noomi couldn't go but giggle into their kiss as the two of them engaged in a small slap fight with their hands, him trying to fend her off while she kept grasping for them. Eventually she would win out and hold him down letting out a pleased purr into his lips before taking a deep breath and smothering his lips with another.

She let out a quiet muffled sound of surprise when he gave in and started returning her kisses, lovingly nestling up against his body to snuggle up against his chest. It was only when the referee smacked the mat beside them that she broke their kiss, lips making a small audible pop as they seperated.

"One!"

She shot the official a glare despite the fact they were just doing their job. Noomi surrendered her gasp on one of Asher's hands, instead slipping it under her arm to wrap underneath her shoulder, making sure she could keep one of them off the mat. As fun as winning so fast would be, she wanted to play with her new boy toy for a little before the match was over.

"Sorry about that, Ashy." She dipped her head to boop their noses together. "Here… let me make it up to you." Noomi lowered herself back down, kissing the corner of his mouth at first but then veering off to the side, leaving a trail of kisses down along his cheek before ending at his neck where she greedily wrapped her lips around him, kissing and suckling hard enough to leave small little love bites along his skin.

As their lips separated giving him some ability to think, he realized she broke it just so she could stop the pin that he really hadn't registered he was in. Feeling his shoulder scooped up some by her hand breaking the kiss he let out hot pants of hair somewhat confused why she stopped the pin, not that he minded. Partly because he wasn't going to lose so quickly and partly because he enjoyed her body so pressed up to his.

"S...sorry for what?" His words were cut off with a gasp followed by a low moan as she kissed down from his mouth to her neck making him shudder underneath her. He tilted his neck barely able to think as she used those lips of hers to devastating effect, the little love bites earning soft whimpers from him as he squirmed underneath her slightly.

His one hand trapped underneath her own only left his other arm free though her holding his shoulder left him with little mobility. "W...wait aren't we supposed to be having a match right now? But...it feels so good." He whispered out panting hotly now his eyes fluttering. His hips rose slightly again pressing against hers but he didn't really have a plan of escape or what to do he was under her soft but effective control.

"Sorry for the rude…*smooch*...rude…*smooch*... Interruptions." She peeked out of one eye between kisses mean eyeing the referee who quietly backed away, leaving Noomi to bury her face back in the side of Asher's neck. She worked her way slowly up to his ear, softly blowing a stream of air into it before taking hold of his earlobe to nibble at it.

"Oooo, so naughty." She snickered, feeling his hips pressing up against hers. She shifted slightly, lifting up one of her legs to slip it down between Asher's legs, grinding her thigh up against his covered crotch. Noomi heaved her chest, rolling her cover e breasts over him with each thrust of their hips.

"We are having a match." She whispered into his ear hotly. "And I am winning." She drew her tongue over his ear playfully. She released the hand she used to pin his wrist to the mat, tracing her fingers down long his arm before they drifted along his side. The silver haired girl lifted her hip from him, creating a bit more space as she slipped her hand down between them, her deft fingers blindly working to unbutton his pants.

Any words that Asher might have wanted to say were quickly cut off by those kisses to his neck which was leaving him powerless to really fight back against her at the moment. As she moved up to his ear and blew that hot stream of air he shivered, his eyes fluttered at the sensation before letting out a low moan as she nibbled on the sensitive lobe.

Trying to move, he was cut off quickly by the feeling her leg right against his achingly hard but covered crotch. As she began to grind into, paired with the swell of her breasts rubbing over his body as he thrust and rolled against him he moaned out her name hotly, a delight for the crowd as they watched her so easily manipulate his mind and body.

With that last whisper into his ear he trembled underneath her, she was telling him she was beating him and yet he was loving it. He shook his head some, trying to focus trying to do anything even as she began to undo his pants right in front of everyone. He had his arms free at the moment but he was so aroused he could barely even begin to think straight. He moved to slide his arm down her side, running it across one of her covered breasts that had been pressed against it. He'd move to cup it and rub it slowly but firmly. Maybe to catch her off guard with any sort of resistance from him.

"Mmm, it's so cute when you try to fight…" Noomi planted a few cartoonishly large kisses on Asher's cheek, forceful enough to turn his head to the side with each, giggling all the while. Each left a new set spot she exhaled over, making her saliva on his face tingle the skin.

"Oh…" she cooed with sudden surprised delight as one of Asher's hands came up to cup her breast. She didn't seem taken aback or even the least bit offense, freely letting him take his handful of gropes of her chest with no retaliation, even pushing her body down on him to assist him in playing with her.

"If you unbutton my top, I can give you a closer look… don't you want that?" She whispered hotly into Asher's ear, just as she worked the button of his pants free. Her deft fingers slipping down the zipper next, taking her time. She let out a pleased with, wiggling on top of Asher as she tugged at his pants, dragging them down just enough to give her easier access to his body. Her hand felt it's way up along his thighs, roaming to find its way to his crotch and take hold of his covered manhood, starting to knead at his hardon with her palm.

"You're so easy…" The swedish streamer taunted with her honey laced tone, somehow making what might be an insult seem like something to be proud of. She lifted her head, placing their foreheads together so she could stare into his eyes as she rubbed him down. Bright vibrant blue eyes, staring into his soul with a visible delight at his inability to stop her and that playfully mischievous laughter as she worked him over with relative ease. "I want to hear you say my name… tell me how pretty I am…"

Asher let out small little groans as her kisses just forcefully turned his head to the side, like even her soft style could just over power him. The tingling sensation of her saliva a stark contrast to how warm his body felt by this point. While he groped and rubbed her breasts he seemed to be just giving her exactly what she wanted now. "Y...yes I do want that." He answered weakly as he began unbuttoning her top for her with his other hand.

The moment her hand undid his pants and tugged them down he took a sharp breath. Her soft hand gliding up his legs made him squirm in anticipation as they traveled over his boxers. When that palm found his manhood and began working it he moaned loudly arching pressing himself more into her touch. It was better than anything he could of expected, the match and crowd a distant memory already.

Her words made him flush....was he that easy? But the way she said it maybe it wasn't a bad thing. As she pressed their heads together and locked eyes with him it was like he was sucked in, like she was seeing all the way through him. Like it was inevitable he'd end up here under her. "N...Noomi you're so pretty, but that word doesn't do you justice. You really are ah... schön."

"That's a good boy." Noomi breathed out hotly into Asher's ear as he made his desires known. She slowly withdrew from him, tugging at his earlobe between her teeth until it slipped away from her grasp. For the moment, she remained at bay giving him ample room and time to tumble at the buttons of her top. She made no move to stop him.

All the while she stared down at him, her palm gliding down the boy's boxers firmly before her fingers wrapped around the full with of his covered manhood, stroking at him though the fabric of her undergarments. She would giggle sweetly as his attempts to work her top open were paused or foiled at first by shudders of pleasure, eventually taking pity enough on him with slip her arm out from underneath him and help him herself.

"Schön… what does it mean?" She inquired softly with a hint of curiosity laced within her words. With the buttons undone, she pulled back the front of her top, opening the fabric like a doorway to allow her breasts to spill out of where they had been packed in. She wore nothing beneath, giving the boy a lovely view of her plump breasts. She breathed a small sigh of relief as they were free, slowly scooting herself up Asher's body further.

Slowly, she lowered herself down on top of him, one of those breasts pressed directly over his face, one of her perked nipples poking his cheek. As her weight came down on top of him, the swell of her chest over top of his head was overwhelming. With a small wiggle of her body, her breast dragged across his features until it hugged his face, trapping him within her cleavage with a smother.

"Such a good boy should be rewarded." Noomi combed her fingers through the brunette's hair, gently playing with his dark brown locks while her buxom breasts swallowed him whole. One of her delicate fingers hooked the elastic band of his boxers, playfully lifting it just enough to slip the rest of her hand past, leaving it to rest over top of her wrist as her hand roamed between the fabric.

Her palm pressed itself up against the tip of his manhood, circling against his sensitive members to slick her hand in his own fluids before her fingers wrapped around him entirely. She gripped him firmly but with a practiced touch that had her fingers tightening and loosening over top of him with each loving strike as she traveled up and down along his shaft. She was slow at first, drawing out each pass along him to work him as hard as she could. It was only when the tension in his body seemed to increase that her pace did as well.