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Quick warning: Full on intimate scene ahead! No filter. I don't know why I'm putting a warning because if you made it this far (which is not that far) you must've read the AN in the beginning. Therefore, you shouldn't be too surprised right?

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Astraea stepped inside with Hale in tow. There were five black buttons lined up horizontally, all of them unmarked. She pressed the second to last. The doors came to a close as it began its ascent. Her hands still engrossed his while she stared ahead. She felt his gaze but her eyes remained away.

The elevator came to a soft halt and the doors soon separated. Hale turned his attention towards the opening as Astraea began to exit. She led him inside while the doors shut behind him.

The room was massive, with a modernized design. The floors were an ebony wood which transitioned to an ivory carpet towards the middle of the room. The walls were coated in a deep ebony brown; some sections almost pitch black. To the right of them was a small bar with white lights that glowed within the counters and walls of the bar. The middle of the room was accompanied with three long black couches, surrounded by four large wooden pillars perfectly placed.

There was an electric fireplace engraved in the wall. It was turned off for there would be no need for it tonight. And at the far end of the room were great windows with a small dining area near the left end of them. Astraea raised her hand towards the wall near her and flicked a switch. Instantly, lights that hung from the ceiling burnished the room with a dim-white glow. They had a square shaped covering which complimented the modern design.

Hale's eyes studied the room, marveling in its immaculate and refined structure. Astraea glanced up at him with a smile, she knew he was impressed, although she assumed he wasn't a stranger to this kind of set up. For a moment she let go of his hand and headed towards the bar.

"Drink?" she asked. She walked to the back of the bar and contemplated on which bottle.

He grinned, eyeing her with heat filled eyes. "I'm not so thirsty right now...well, for that at least."

Her search for a bottle stopped and she glanced at him. "Likewise," she said, walking over to him, "formalities and all." She smirked. Once they were close enough he dipped his head towards her and their lips willingly reunited.

She reached up and rubbed her fingers through his soft mahogany locks and pressed her chest against his. She felt strong hands exploring her back, gripping her close as their kiss intensified. Her tongue slithered out of her mouth, this time being the one to poke against his.

Almost instantly he welcomed her with his own. Their tongues doing a slow dance as they brushed and glided around each other.

A low moan trailed from her lips, breathing into his mouth. She brought her hands up to his chest and gently started pushing him back. She continued to step forward, making him walk backwards as they remained deeply involved with their mouths.

The wooden floors made a thudding sound from the thickness of her heel until a sudden silence. She felt a soft and fluffiness transition beneath her boots and knew she had reached her intended destination.

With closed eyes she fell more into his kiss, relishing in the way his stubbles brushed against her smooth chin. To many women that may feel scratchy and irritant, but each brush sent strange tingles down her neck.

Her hands found their way to his tie and she skillfully unraveled it and swooped it off his neck. She gently undid the buttons of his dress shirt, careful not to break them. She spread it apart and slid it off his arms, tossing it to where she knew the nearest couch was. Her hands rubbed against another set of soft-fabric, then, she suddenly pulled away from him. As she did he breathed hard, flushed lips and dazed cerulean eyes stared down at her. Her ochre eyes stared back while she began untucking the bottom of his shirt.

"You're wearing entirely too many layers tonight," she said with a quick breath. She rolled his V-neck up his body and he assisted in bringing it over his head. Her hands resumed their position upon his chest, this time pressing along hot flesh. His chest was strong, breast muscles tight. Short hairs sheeted his chest but not enough to completely conceal the skin she could see through her lusting eyes.

Her fingers trailed down his chest, tracing across the firmness of his core. The rest of his skin was smooth and bare until just below his naval where soft hairs reemerged, disappearing beneath his trousers.

She took in the man before her, he was all muscle, the kind of muscle that doesn't come easy, nor fast. Her smirk signaled satisfaction. She turned from him, moving her lenient hair to one side. "Would you?" she asked. He stood for moment, but quickly caught on.

She felt him unhook the clasp at the top of her dress and slide the zipper all the way to her base of her back. His strong hands traced along her shoulder line but before he could do more, her body shifted and she faced him again. With eyes of seduction, she took one step back so the glow of the lights shone on her perfectly engraved figure. She bit her lip and ever so slowly slid the black dress from her shoulders and chest, exposing her black-laced bra. She stopped at her midsection, looked at him and frowned. "I think I may need a little help."

In no time he was standing before her. She felt a wave of heat as he became so close to her again. He pecked at her lips before moving to her jawline, trailing his tongue down her neck. He glided along her collar bone, placing affectionate kisses all along her chest. She moaned in her mouth keeping her lips folded. She watched him move further down where the rest of her dress still gripped her midsection. He pinched near the bottom of the dress and slowly tugged it down, revealing her level stomach with a faintly visible outline of muscle. He went down to his knees coming head on with lacy black panties as he kept pulling. She noticed him leer as he let the rest of her dress drop down to her feet. She smiled and kicked it off with her boots.

He unzipped them both and she stepped out of her ankle-high heeled boots. His eyes grazed over her smooth legs. Her skin, a tawny-beige with golden undertones, glowed beneath the faint light. She stared down at him as he slowly made his ascent to her.

He kissed her again, quickly, with fervent hunger before ripping away. She gasped at the sudden loss of his lips then sighed to the feeling of wetness sliding along the top of her breasts.

One hand roamed to the back of her bra-strap. Hungry eyes glanced at her, silently asking permission. A sinful smirk molded at her lips. With a wicked smile, he expertly unhooked her bra with one hand and let it the straps fall down her shoulders.

Free from constriction, her firm-soft fair breasts sat high upon her chest. It seemed they exhaled a breath as they slightly separated, creating a small valley between the two. They were far from the largest pair but a perfect size for a petite figure, and she owned them with pride.

His eyes marveled the sight before him and as he leaned close she placed her hand on his shoulder, halting him. She pushed down onto him, signaling him to sit. He cooperated and was back on his knees but she kept pushing until he positioned his body to rest on his bottom.

"Your back against the couch," she muttered, nodding over to the nearest couch.

He peeked behind him and used his hands to lift himself slightly off the ground and brought his body across the short distance. His back pressed on the base of the sofa as he eyed her figure from below.

Astraea sauntered towards him and leaned forward, connecting with those tender lips of his. Her hands targeted his belt and she pulled away from him with a hiss. "Why is this still on?" she grilled in a low mutter. He only responded with a low groan and moved towards her lips again.

With the belt removed he raised his hips, dragging his pants down his leg. She assisted and gradually tugged at them until they were completely off. She noticed his shoes were gone as well, he must've kicked them off sometime when they were still standing.

She studied his legs, slightly hairy and thick with muscle. Her manicured nail trailed along the side of his leg and up his thigh. Her eyes met his mid-rise boxer briefs with a very profound bulge in the middle. Her finger outlined the swell and she felt him slightly twitch at her touch. She swung a leg over him, her knees resting on both sides before she crawled toward his face, planting a quick warm peck against those soft lips of his. She pulled away and placed small kisses along the side of his neck, moving down between his chest where she stopped at his naval. She slightly raised herself and moved back so she was resting near his knees.

She reached for the top of his briefs and flipped them back before pulling them down, he raised himself to assist.

Thick, long flesh leapt free as if it'd been compressed in suffocation for far too long. Her lips curved with an eager smile as she watched his firm flesh stand tall for her. She slid his boxers down the rest of his legs and tossed them aside. She placed both hands on top his shins, slowly sliding her way up, her nails combing through minor hairs.

With one hand, she took him, squeezing gently. He groaned lowly at her sudden grab. Her hand was small around him as she slowly stroked him.

Hale let out another low groan, this one softer as he watched and felt her.

She looked up at him, his eyes closing as his head rested back against the couch as she continued stroking him.

Without warning, her lips pecked his tip and his eyes sprung open at the abrupt feeling. She glanced at him but only for a moment. A mischievous, sultry look was spread across her face before she resumed her attention to the heavy flesh beneath her. Her warm breath coated him as she kissed his head. She opened her mouth with just enough space to allow her tongue to explore, making circles around him, tasting him.

Teasingly, she licked along the shaft leaving trails of warm saliva behind. With added lubrication she was able to stroke him easier. She brought her mouth back to his tip and welcomed it inside. She gave it a long hard suck, only the tip, while her hand did the rest. Since he was long, she invited her other hand to the party and gripped him.

Hale's fingers firmly clenched the carpet as she sucked him, long and slow. With each suck she felt herself growing warmer, her body's craving becoming stronger with each lick. She lowered herself further down him, her throat taking as much of his length in as it could. Just as his groans were getting heavier she pulled away, her saliva dripping down his shaft. She let go of him and stood to her feet.

He watched her intensively as she stepped over him, her waist now directly in front of his face. He kissed her legs, then licked her inner thigh before moving to the other one. Her fingers gripped his hair as she tilted his head back so it rested upon the seat of the couch. She leaned forward, placing herself over his face and used the arm of the couch to rest her hand on.

Moisture damped her panties as he brought his hand up and slid them to the side. A trail of warm fluid seeped out of her, landing onto him. Promptly, his tongue cleaned his lips before sucking them into his mouth.

She could feel herself throbbing as she lowered herself more onto him. She shuddered as she felt his hot, wet tongue flick against her. She looked down, brushing her hanging hair aside so she could see him better. Those ocean-blue eyes stared back at her as he teased her with his tongue.

Suddenly, he sucked hard on her jewel making her whimper in surprise. She threw her head back as her squeeze tightened around his soft mane. His hands cupped her ass, squeezing gently as he feasted on her. He gave her long thrashes, alternating his speed from time to time. She bit her lips, trying to conceal the moans that desperately wanted to be released.

"Fuck," she muttered through gritted teeth as Hale circled her entrance, tasting her insides. His tongue penetrated her causing another involuntary moan to escape her.

He groaned against her. She moaned at the vibrations his sound sent throughout her body. He licked and sucked, careful not to miss a single inch of her vulva. His mouth clamped around her button again as he sucked her with worship.

Her bronze-golden locks swung around as she kept moving her head. She moved her hand from the couch and placed it on his shoulders. Her nails started digging into his skin, but not hard enough to leave a mark. A familiar sensation brew, building up within her stomach. Her hips tensed around him, locking him in a strict embrace. He gripped her harder as his slurps intensified. He knew she was close and he wanted to relish in it. Her legs began to quiver as she shut her eyes, trying to focus on the bold tongue below her. She felt herself reaching her peak, the strong amount of pressure surging through her. As quickly as it came, it subsided and her tension around his head relaxed.

He was still tasting her, calmer now, cleaning up any remaining liquid. She breathed hard while looking to him, almost simultaneously his eyes rolled up to hers. She smiled and pulled herself back from his face leaning down and met his lips, savoring that familiar taste of herself.

She came down just above his hips and could fill his hard-on rubbing against her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smearing her lips against him with intense passion. Large arms embodied her back, pulling her close. She reached an arm behind her and began stroking him. He suddenly broke their kiss and sighed, a look of frustration followed.

"What is it?" she asked, almost breathless.

"I don't think I have— " He peeked over her shoulder in search for his pants, "Shit," he muttered.

She just smiled. She reached behind him and slid her hand underneath the cushion. When she pulled it out, in her fingers was a golden square-shaped package. He looked at her in surprise.

She glanced back at his member, "I think this should fit you fine." she said with a sly smirk.

He chuckled and mashed her lips with his. Astraea was on an IUD, but Hale was still a stranger, and strangers don't have the privilege of feeling her with bare skin. She kissed back and brought her hands behind his head, opening the wrapper. She leaned back from him and without turning to look she brought her hands behind her back, found his firm swelling and perfectly slid it down the shaft. He watched in amazement and she only smirked in response.

For a moment they gazed at one another, a deep longing rising from both of them as she positioned herself above him. She bit her lip when she felt the tip graze along her entrance. With her eyes still on him, she gradually slid down onto him feeling herself stretch with every inch. She let out a moan at the feeling of fullness, moving further and further onto him. She stopped when she reached the base, almost whimpering the deeper his invasion became.

She sat there for a moment, not moving, just staring at him. He gazed at her with full want and need, but in the same moment there was a need to take it slow, as if this would be the last time for the both of them and they needed to take advantage of every second. She kissed him once more before she raised her hips. As she did a cool air hit against her wetness at the loss of part of his length.

Slowly, she came back down on him, up and down again. Strong arms held her close, their lips mere inches apart. Their warm breathes mixed with each other's as she rode him slowly. Her walls began clenching around him, becoming comfortable with his girth. Burning sensations soured through her pelvis area spreading around her body like wild fire. The sounds of labored breaths filled the room as her speed intensified.

Their eyes still locked on until he leaned forward, kissing her deep, their lips used to one other by now. She reduced her pouncing and sat fully onto him, this time slowly rotating her hips. She could feel him deep within her, pressing against her. They pulled apart slightly as his head fell to the side of her neck. He pecked her before resting his head over her shoulder. She dipped between his neck, her hair brushing against him.

She gasped as he suddenly thrusted beneath her. His thrusts were slow and steady but filled with power. They brought their heads up almost simultaneously, instantly their dazed eyes meeting.

She suddenly felt so light, weightless even, as if the room was suddenly deprived of its gravity. A feeling or an aura surrounded them, illuminating them in a total awe as their eyes remained locked on. She felt another build up and could feel him growing inside of her. His thrusts grew persistent, barely sliding out each time as if he didn't want to be away from her warmth for even a second.

With one hard push he groaned lowly as he released. Still stiff, he kept on as much as he could, waiting for her. All the while their eye-contact never swaying, as she watched him stare at her with determination. Soon after, she tightened around him as warm fluid slithered down her walls. She released a breathy moan as her hips slowly came to a stop.

Their faces glistened as they found themselves pressing their mouths into another passionate dance.

As the night went on, so do their fervent escapades. Into the hours they proceeded giving and receiving pleasure in various different positions, in different areas of the loft. All the positions though different, were the same: close, and intimate. Their faces were never too far apart as they gave into sexual satisfaction.

As the night drew to a close, Hale pushed inside her one last time before lazily pulling himself out. They laid on their sides with him behind her, holding her close in a spooning way.

He wearily pecked her neck, then ear and whispered to her, "Beautiful," he barely muttered, it came out almost in a low breath. She smiled as she felt him shift along the bed and lay on his back.

She turned her body to him, watching his strong chest slowly rise up and down. The street lights from the buildings outside shone onto his body, illuminating him like water beneath the moonlight. She leaned into him, placing a soft kiss upon his cheek. His eyes were closed, and she could sense him fading away.

She went to his ear, gently pecked it and whispered, "Astraea," as he drifted off into a world of dreams.

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Thing's certainly got a little... steamy ;)

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