I find myself running my hands through his thick hair, which is damp with sweat, and I can't help the small smile as he lets out a soft moan of pleasure at my touch, his eyes fluttering open.

"You know," he whispers, his eyes closed again, "you're not supposed to be doing that."

His voice sounds rough and hoarse, like it does when he has been exercising hard all day. He reaches up to take my hand away from his head, and I immediately miss the feel of his fingers sliding through mine and sighing in disappointment.

He opens his eyes again to look at me and winks. "Someone's feeling rather rebellious," he says with a slight smirk.

I shrug modestly. "It just seemed... right." He laughs and leans into me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. His warm breath against my skin makes me shiver. It feels so good, the way he touches me, that I want nothing more than for him to keep going. I don't think I could stop him if he wanted to.

So I let out a contented sigh and ran my fingers through his hair once more. His lips press into a lazy, sensual kiss on my throat, and I give him permission, wrapping my arms around his neck. He must have found a spot on my neck because I moan involuntarily.

Compared to David and my old boss, he seems to genuinely want to please me. But not for his own pleasure. He keeps sucking on that part of my neck, making me feel a blast of pleasure throughout my body.

His hands travel up and down my body with care, caressing every curve he comes across with no shortage of tenderness. I let out another contented sigh as he pulled away slightly to gaze into my eyes with an intense expression.

My heart races in anticipation. He kisses me softly, but passionately, and I can't help but whimper as he presses himself closer against me. His hand slips under my shirt again, and I gasp when he presses a gentle kiss to my exposed stomach. He smiles at me sweetly as he moves lower, pressing a feather light kiss on my abdomen before trailing down towards the waistband of my panties.

As his fingers gently glide past my underwear, I let out a sharp breath, and then I'm gasping again when he starts kissing my inner thigh, pausing every so often, to whisper things about how beautiful I am, how incredible he loves me.

My breathing quickens as he continues to move his hands over me, one on each side of my hip. He gently glides my underwear off, looking up to me, asking for permission. I nod violently, ready for anything that's about to happen.

My hips buck involuntarily when his mouth latches onto me, his tongue licking delicately at the tip.

"Oh shit," I whimper. The sound makes his head rise up to look at me, his eyes wide with surprise.

But he doesn't say anything, just continues his slow exploration of my body with his mouth and hands. I arch my back, trying to get better access to his mouth as he works his magic, his tongue teasing at my clit until I'm moaning his name, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I come undone beneath him.

He continues sucking on my clit, but I feel two of his fingers enter me carefully, making me whimper loudly. He smiles and begins moving faster and deeper inside me, causing my muscles to tighten around him.

I reach my climax quickly as I start thrusting upwards, desperately trying to ride out this orgasmic wave. I waste no time, grabbing onto his waistband, sliding down the zipper quickly.

His hands stop mine frantically. "Angel, I don't think you're ready for that right now. After what happened to you, I don't want to bring back any bad memories."

I whimper. "But I want to. I trust you."

"Don't you think this is a little too fast, Aniela?"

He used my real name. He only uses it when he's serious. But my body is full of lust and truthfully, I don't care. "It's okay, really. I'm ready."

He sighs, clearly unsure. "I don't want to hurt you, Angel."

I try another approach, one he may understand. "I want you, Lucifer. Please?"

"Alright..." He stands up reluctantly, removing my hands from where they grip his waistband. "Just remember that if you change your mind, you need to tell me as soon as possible."

I grin widely, helping him undo his pants. He's left in his boxers and shirt, making me melt. He easily pulls off his shirt with grace. When I reach for his boxers, his hands stop me once more.

"You're sure about this?" He asks, looking deep into my eyes, searching for something.

I nod. "Yes." I don't even have to ask for permission again, it's obvious that he wants to make love to me too. So he grabs both my hands again, pulling my fingers along to his boxers. I pull them off quickly and almost regret my decision when I see how large he is.

"Are you alright?"

I shake my head. "No, I'm fine. Just... surprised."

He chuckles. "We don't have to do this, Aniela."

I bring all of my courage to take ahold of his length which in return, makes him jolt in surprise. He looks at me questioningly and I just nod, taking him into my mouth.

I suck and stroke slowly at first, knowing that this isn't exactly easy for him either. I just want him to enjoy the experience. So I go slower, until I notice that he's tensing up. My lips are moving rhythmically, sucking him in and out, occasionally letting my teeth scrape against his skin when I catch him off guard.
The sensation turns him on and I can tell by the way he groans and his hips begin moving.

I continue to play my little game, alternating between sucking and stroking, letting him build up some momentum before giving him a few quick bites with my teeth, then pulling away. He releases a moan from his mouth, his hips still jerking erratically as he comes in my mouth.

I swallow hungrily, swallowing everything he spews into my mouth. He takes a deep breath before kissing my lips gracefully, pushing me down onto the bed. He pulls my legs apart, settling between them, resting his weight between my legs, spreading them further apart until he can slip in completely.

He grunts as his hardness meets my core and I bite down harder on my lip to hold back a cry of pain as I feel him move inside me, his cock stretching me painfully. But after a few slow movements, I find it to be immensely pleasurable.

I've never felt so dizzy and out of control. I let out a loud moan as he picks up the pace. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, digging my nails into his bare skin as he moves faster and faster.

I try holding back my orgasm as long as I can, but the pleasure is absolutely incredible.
I don't know how much longer I can last, but he pushes me over the edge, coming within seconds and I scream his name, gripping tightly onto his biceps.

I hear him moan as well, clearly coming along with me, making the moment that much more special.

When my eyes finally open, I realise that we are lying side by side, wrapped around each other, our foreheads touching.
I smile sleepily up at him, reaching a hand to brush his hair out of his face, and rest it against his cheek, tracing the shape of his face.

He closes his eyes and lets out a contented sigh. "That was quite enjoyable."

I giggle quietly. "Well it has been awhile."

"Indeed it has..." His voice trails off. We stay quiet for a while after that, enjoying each others company. I feel oddly at peace with him like this. Safe. Protected. After a few minutes of silence, he speaks up, his voice still soft and pleasant. "Are you tired, angel?"

I nod my head.

"Then why don't you go to sleep? There's plenty of room here." He says this with a warm smile on his lips and I laugh softly.

"Okay."

"Good night, Aniela."

"Good night, Lucifer." I murmur and close my eyes, snuggling even closer to his chest.

He pulls me closer to him and wraps his arms tightly around my waist, burying his nose in the crook of my neck. I lay there , smiling contently, listening to his heartbeat beat steadily against my ear. This feels nice.