The Way To A Woman's Heart... (For Alexandra)

It took real, physical effort to move her hand away from Angel's breasts and her steamy thighs, but Carmen somehow pulled it off. She reached up and ran her hands through those white strands of hair, while she enjoyed one more kiss, Spider-Man style. "As much as I'd love to try something on a hard, unforgiving table, you have a point." Sanitation was an issue, too. She'd gotten on Army's case for fucking in the kitchen, once, he'd never let her live it down if she did the same.

"This way."

She took Angel's hand in her own and led her back into the hallway, a short little walk made longer since she had to fight the urge to run at full speed. Her hands needed to be touching Angel more. They ached for it. Even a minute was too long to wait.

They finally came to the bedroom, which Carmen had set up just in case things got more interesting as the night went on. It was lit with a dim bulb, and the lampshade cast a dark red glow over the room, like a flickering fire. Her bed was modest. Red sheet, with a black floral pattern swirling over the sides. Plush, though. Large enough for two. Fresh, since she just bought it last night. And, in the event Angel was feeling adventurous, she had a pair of handcuffs on the dresser, sitting around some of her boxing gear. Just obvious enough that you couldn't miss it.

Carmen brought Angel in and turned to her, wrapping her arms around the busty beauty, running her hands over her back, kissing her and making sure as much of their lips touched as possible. She didn't even move her mouth all the way back when she finally spoke, letting their lips touch with every word. "I remember you saying something about wrapping your legs around me." One of her hands journeyed south and slid over Angel's firm but fulsome ass. "Kind of want to see that. How about one more round on the bed? Special rules, this time."

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Angel held Carmen's hand, letting the woman lead her through the apartment to the bedroom, her eyes searching around they they entered, inspecting the room. It looked like Carmen had been expecting this to happen, and had already gotten thing set up for it. She was confident, it seemed, but it wasn't like Angel was going to complain.

She let her arms slip back around Carmen, hungrily returning her kiss, pulling her in close, arching her back in delight as she felt the boxer's hands sliding over her butt. She raised an eyebrow at her and whispered back in a soft tone, her lips brushing against Carmen's as she replied.

{Special rules? What do you have in mind...?}

Carmen chewed her lips for a moment as she thought, forming a few nasty ideas in her head. She looked down Angel's neck and let out a hot breath, warming her up even more than she already was. It only took a few seconds before the idea came on like a light bulb in the attic.

She reached over and grabbed the handcuffs, letting them dangle and dance on her index finger, clinking about. They were cold, colder than the room, since she'd kept them chilled up until an hour ago. Preparation wasn't just a crucial skill for cooking.

"We use these." She ran them up Angel's thighs, over her ass, up her back, letting the cool metal graze against her sizzling skin. "First to get handcuffed, loses. And the winner?" Carmen latched her teeth onto Angel's lower lip. Not a bite, not real one. Just a little nibble. Like a lion tasting her fallen prey before the full meal. "She gets to do whatever she wants. For however long she wants. In whatever way she wants."

Angel moaned out, a sweet, soft sound, as she felt the cold metal of the handcuffs rubbing against her body, sliding all over her. She couldn't deny that Carmen's offer was intriguing, and she was more then happy to take her up on it. However...

She reached out for Carmen's arms, gently grabbing her by the wrists, and pushed closer against her, staring right into her eyes. She purred softly, then began to whisper to her, her lips brushing against Carmen's as she spoke, her tone sultry and dripping with desire, with lust.

{You realize I've already beaten you, right, little girl?} she teased, one of her legs sliding forward to gently rub against one of Carmen's. {I've already won this. You just don't realize it yet...}

Carmen grinned, wide and long, her pearly white teeth flashing in the dull light. The devil was in her eyes. [color=#400000]{"That a fact?"} One hand moved over Angel's back while the other tossed the handcuffs onto the middle of the bed, letting them clank and clatter. She closed her and enjoyed one last, gentle kiss with Angel, softly pressing their lips together like it was their first times. A special, tender soft touch, taking in her taste. Still salty with dried sweat, still hot under the skin. Carmen couldn't wait anymore. She was hungry, and it was time to feast. She'd either make this woman scream or go down trying.

She said two word, whispered and full of lust, breathing hot air down Angel's throat with both of them. {"Show me."}

Carmen unleashed the full fury and took Angel's mouth within her own, devouring her with a smoldering kiss. Her tongue invaded slapped around the sides of jaw, as if she claimed it all for herself, challenging anyone to dispute the claim. Arms tightened. Muscles stiffened. She pulled Angel in and squeeze, letting her feel the power in her arms and making sure as much of their skin touched as physically possible. It was an embrace of passion, but it was a challenge, too. Breasts met breasts, their sexes ground against each other, even their legs fought as Carmen tried to push them towards the bed to wind up with her on top.

Angel moaned deep and hard into Carmen's kiss, sliding her arms around the woman's body, holding her tightly against herself, squeezing her just as tightly as Carmen was squeezing her in return. Her own tongue pushed against Carmen's, sliding and rubbing against it, lustily fighting back against the invading organ. She rubbed against the woman, her entire body tense as she pushed against the boxer.

When Carmen began to push towards the bed though, Angel was ready. As soon as her fellow Latina tried to push her onto it, Angel planted her feet, trying to halt the woman's progress. Then, she tried to squeeze Carmen tighter, trying to lift her off of her feet and raise her up, attempting to slam the boxer right onto the soft mattress!

Carmen and Angel's tongues went at it with skillful flicks and thrust, so quick and flexible that you could hardly call it tongue wrestling. It was more of a duel. Parries, thrusts, counters, dodges, and fakes, a battle with no clear way to win.

Of course, that was nothing compared the battle going on outside. Carmen's hands moved as if she couldn't decided which part of Angel to squeeze next. Her thighs? Soft on the outside, reinforced steel on the inside. Her ass? So smooth, not a blemish, like someone had the pleasure of sculpting it to perfection. It was such a sexy body, Carmen could be forgiven for forgetting how powerful it was, too. But Angel showed her.

Carmen let out a surprised yelp as Angel lift her - nearly 180 pounds of her - and tossed her on the back, hitting hard enough to make the bed shriek in pain. It was impressive and surprising, but Angel wasn't the only one with a little hidden strength. Carmen's legs couldn't compete with the champion's in many areas, but few could. That didn't mean they were weak. Far from it.

Carmen pulled Angel down with her and tried to circle her legs around her waist as she came on top. Wrap her up in a body scissors. Squeezing. Trapping. Rubbing their steaming pussies into each other. Sure, she'd be on the bottom, but that was where she liked to be, anyway. She could control from any position.