How aware the witch was of the weight of his eyes upon her! That depthless amber color roved across the length of her figure, taking in her bare flesh that shuddered slightly in the chill of the winter evening. His hands reached down, his fingers dancing ever so teasingly across her skin in a manner that caused her very flesh to harden into perfect peaks. Those delicate caresses were quick to prompt a breathy groan from her lips - her body altogether sensitive with that want he'd already coaxed from his exploration of her very center. How she craved his attention, that very wetness he'd prompted nearly uncomfortable as her fingers slowly slinked downwards and towards the hardened length of her hunter. She could feel his readiness even through the thick denim of his jeans, her touch alone seemingly enough to prompt that ready throbbing as his body pressed against the all too restrictive material. An almost impish simper crossed the girl's features at the low, baritone moan she was offered in response to her touches. Her hand, as a result, crept beneath the waistline of his jeans and under his boxers, only to firmly embrace the entirety of the man she so longed for. How he so reacted to that very touch! As if the caress of her thumb alone was enough to undo any composure he might have had. Frankly, she was rather glad for it, that foreplay never truly had been her forte. Patience, it seemed, was a virtue she did not have.

She watched as he pulled away from her just enough to fit his fingers within his own belt loops. Serafina hardly stopped him as he tugged those jeans downwards, removing his own underwear quite in the same movement. Those articles of clothing were quickly tossed aside and onto the ground. Her stormy hued irises slid down to the length of her boyfriend as her hand far more firmly encircled him. Her fingers were quick to find an almost rhythmic motion - one that was only further encouraged by that eager thrust of his hips into her palm. Azrael reached for the hem of his shirt, peeling it from his figure only to reveal the hardened plains that Serafina loved so very much. God, he was so....so fucking hot. Even if she'd never actually admit it to his face. How she loved that he was hers for the taking! Those thoughts, however, were interrupted by an almost mischievous glimpse across his features - one that prompted a skeptical look of weariness within Serafina herself. His hands reached down to grasp her ankles, only to tug her abruptly towards him. A squeak of surprise left her lips as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders. She could hardly help the roll of her eyes at Azrael's chuckle, only for his hands to brush down the length of his legs and towards that exposed center.

A soft gasp left her lips as his fingers gingerly caressed her wet center - the very sound prompting a glimpse of contentment upon his features before Azrael repositioned himself ever so slightly. She could feel the very tip of her lover against her as his free hand settled upon her hip. That first initial thrust prompted a soft sound from her lips before Azrael's hips pushed the length of him deeper and deeper into her. Serafina could hardly help that soft groan upon her lips at the very sensation of her boyfriend so completely filling her, Azrael's own baritone voice softly joining in her own. The soft mutterance within her ear prompted a soft snort of her nose, the young woman informing him that, really, he should just shut up. Those comments, after all, were wholly distracting from the feeling of him moving within her. Her stormy irises fell upon that simper on his lips before he spoke. Those very words were ones she was more than content to cut off as her figure shifted downwards, the girl pressing her hips against him with just the slightest of wiggles, if only to further that plethora of sensations and redirect his attention to where she so desired it. His words were cut off short, her action enough to prompt yet another groan from his lips. A small, almost smug simper toyed with her features as his fingers tightened around her waist, the man instead devoting his attention to that roll of his hips.

How eagerly her own body began to respond, the girl quick to match the steady thrust of Azrael's hips. Her own breath swiftly matched her boyfriend's in that blatant uneven tempo, as those moans and groans more frequently began to leave his lips. With that position he'd chosen, Serafina was entirely left at her Hunter's whims and yet, how easily he seemed to bring about her very undoing. She was hardly attentive to the removal of his hand upon her hip, her attention wholly placed upon those feelings that assaulted her. The very touch of his fingers against her prompted a melodic sound to her lips, the girl hardly requiring that extra caress long before she found herself at the very edge of that satisfaction. "Oh, Azrael." She moaned his name, "I'm going to --" Those words never quite left her lips before the witch found that very satisfaction, her back arched ever so slightly as those moans left her mouth, her very body seemed to tighten around him all the more with each role of his hips as Serafina's fingers gripped the sheets around her. God that very feeling he could give her! How quickly he was able to bring her to her knees! It was too much, when combined with the caress of his well-practiced fingers and without hesitation the girl found herself coming undone around him.

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