How utterly distracting she found the even the huskiness of that baritone voice as it muttered in her ear. Her own focus was entirely steadfast upon the feeling of the length of her Hunter moving within her, pushing against her ever just so to bring that onslaught of sensations that so demanded her attention. Her own breath was utterly uneaven, disrupted by each eager thrust of Azrael's hips into her. Her own soprano voice rang out softly between those almost melodic moans as the young witch insisted it was best for her boyfriend to just shut up. It took effort on the young woman's part, after all, to bring herself to that very precipice of delight. It was a struggle, sometimes, to clear her thoughts entirely and focus entirely upon the very present moment. That foreplay often loosing the girl's interest if only for that very reason alone. For now, however, Serafina was more content to utilize her own body to prompt that argument to cease - the man far too close to utterly ruining her very focus if he started a disagreement now, of all the times! Her feminine physique rolled beneath him, her hips lifting ever just so to meet the ardent thrusts of her boyfriend's figure, affording them a momentary depth that was sure to absorb the entirity of Azrael's every thought. Oh, how that very groan upon his lips promised her the very success of her efforts! Those words were altogether cut short as the man turned his now blissfully silent attention back to where she was certain it belonged - on her.

Serafina could hardly help that smug glimpse upon her sweetheart lips and yet, even it hardly lasted long. Her eyes fluttered close, her chest rising ever so slightly as Azrael's fingers tightened against the bare flesh of her waist. How Serafina loved the very firmness of his hands, as unorthodox as it perhaps was. For all the woman's sassy, fiercy demeanor, there was a certain enjoyment to letting herself be had by a man of her own choosing. Those thoughts, however, quickly dissipated to the very void as Azrael's every moment became almost quicker - the very sound of his own baritone groans so distinctly alluring. Her own feminine moans were altogether quick to intermingle with his voice and yet, the woman hardly seemed to focus upon those sounds so much as her Hunter's wayward touch. Tenderly his fingers seemed to trail down the bare expanse of her thights, the very touch bringing a shudder to her figure before the man's fingers brushed against the wetness of her very center. The touch alone prompted a gasp from the girl's lips. How she needed that extra stimulation, it so quickly helping to push the girl to the proverbial edge as she seemed to tighten around the firmness of Azrael. Those very moans fell far more readily from her lips before it was his name that echoed in the quietness of her bedroom - one that was inturupted only by the hitching of her breath. How he seemed to understand her cravings! The man was so eager to quicken his pace, pushing her closer and closer to the very edge before...suddenly....

Her feminine figure seemed to tighten around him in her almost abrupt ecstacy. Her fingers dug at the sheets beneath her, as her spine arched ever so slightly. Even so, she relished in those few final, feverish thrusts, the girl more than content to so ride out her boyfriend's own release within her before he suddenly leaned forward. Her own lips were all but distracted as they brushed against his and yet, how utterly aware she was of that very finish within her. In those precious moments after - the two seemed entirely content to just breathe. Azrael's lips met her own in a rare glimpse of tenderness before, slowly, the man withdrew from her own figure. Serafina was more than content to let her legs fall onto the mattress, her own chest rising and falling steadily as she regained her breath. She was hardly prepared for the arm that reached out for her, her boyfriend effortlessly pulling her lithe frame across the mattress and into his arms. Serafina rolled onto her side, adjusting within the comfortableness of her sheets before the sound of her name drew her stormy colored irises upwards. "Hm?" Her eyebrow rose at that glimpse of a simper she was rewarded with before Azrael insisted he could hardly believe she'd told him to shut up. The young witch could hardly help that roll of her eyes, her head shaking now. "Would you believe me more if I told you to shut up now?" She inquired with a soft laugh, only to bat lightly at Azrael's firm chest. Still....maybe laying here for just a little....wasn't so bad....

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