Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

There was truly little in the world to rival that sensation of the tightness of his girlfriends body as it encompassed his own length. Each firm, eager thrust only furthering that plethora of pleasurable sensation shared between them both. How he adored hearing those soft, near breathless moans as Serafina lost herself to those very feelings he was all to willing to provide. Azrael, in turn, found himself unable to prevent those ready sounds of satisfaction that rose within his own throat with each roll of his hips as he sought to fill her figure over and over again. That relatively new position, with his girlfriends ankles thrown easily over his shoulders, so afforded them both a new depth and angle to embrace those exquisite sensations. The Hunter, so momentarily, content to utter that insistence of just how good Serafina felt in between those rapidly increasing breaths. The woman beneath him promptly insisting he shut up. Foreplay, of any kind, had never truly been Serafina's forte. His girlfriend nothing short of eager, on most occasions, to move to that veritable main event. Azrael, in turn, so rarely inclined to stop her. Those few strokes of her hand or that trace of her lips and tongue agianst those more sensitive parts of his figure so usually more then enough to coax his own readiness and yet, one day, he remained near determined to show her the true value of foreplay- if only he could stave off his own desires long enough to prove that very point agianst her own insistance. Tonight however, was hardly such a night.

Those very words of argument had already settled upon his lips only for Serafina to shift her hips to more determinedly meet his own thrusts. That faint wiggle of her form beneath his own so readily directing his attention back to that task at hand and furthering that near assault of pleasurable sensation agianst his own figure. Cheating. She was cheating he was sure of it. Azrael utterly denied that chance to argue back admist that haze of glorious pleasure and yet how little he fucking cared in that moment. Another groan so easily rose to his lips. That look of smug satisfaction on Serafina's face so hardly missed and yet, for now, Azrael was content enough to allow her that veritable victory. The man in truly little position to argue it. His fingers tightened readily upon her waist then, each firm roll of his hips beginning to increase in pace, Serafina more then willing to match that very pace he set. How quickly his breathing became unsettled. Those soft groans fell from his lips to punctuate each thrust of his hips. Those moans from Serafina all-too eagerly joining his own. How he enjoyed this new position- if only for how much control it afforded him. Serafina so entirely his own for the taking- archaic though that thought surely was. Azrael hardly inclined to care in that moment.

One hand slid softly away from her hip then, the rhythm of those thrusts so hardly breaking as his hand slid down and over her thighs. Azrael softly, yet firmly, allowing his fingers to press to that sensitive, moist flesh at the center of her being and add that determined caress of his fingers to that plethora of sensation the hardened length of himself already provided. How quickly he was rewarded with that near melodic sound from his girlfriend! Those very sounds only increasing his own desire. God how he loved hearing them fall from her lips! That sound of his name even better. That pleasurable peak so entirely within reach. Azrael was nothing if not determined to bring Serafina to that height of satisfaction with him in turn, the Hunter increasing that rhythm of both his hips and hands one final time as his own fragile control so teetered upon that metaphorical edge. Serafina's words prompting his own undoing all at once. Her body tightened around him in that utterly blissful sensation, her back arching agianst him as her fingers tightened in the sheets and those moans fell freely from her lips. That increased feeling of tightness around his own figure so rapidly prompting his own release as those groans that fell from his lips to meet her own, Azrael content to afford her those few firm, final thrusts as his figure leaned but slightly forward to allow his lips to find her own and steal those moans from her in that incredible, shared pleasurable high. His body eagerly finding that release within her own.

His breath fell unevenly, that faint sheen of sweat so clinging to his figure, as he stole that final kiss from her lips. His body gently, carefully, withdrawing from her own with a soft groan before he softly shifted her legs from his shoulders. His own figure rolled easily then to fall onto those sheets beside her, Azrael taking a singular moment to rid himself of that used protection before collapsing back onto the bed. His figure so entirely sated. That breathless feeling nothing short of satisfying. Azrael allowed one arm to shift then, wrapping about his little witch to pull her closer and agianst him, the pair so rarely inclined to cuddle in any sense and yet, on that rare occasion- even the often irritable Hunter was content enough to simply.....hold her in that post-sex satisfaction. Even if she might only desire it for a few moments.

"Sera?"

The gold of his gaze shifted downward then to meet his lovers own. Azrael waiting until her attention was firmly upon him. The faintest hint of a simper tugging at his lips.

"I can't believe you told me to shut up."