Mr Bodyguard

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- Omniscient -

In a hurry, Lucifer carried a giggly and giddy Dior to his apartment, silently thanking God that nobody was in the lobby when they entered. Though he threw his jacket over her to cover her barely clothed upper body, he was glad that they didn't have to get weird looks from strangers. 

They both couldn't wait, for they knew what was about to happen. 

They were going to make love to one another. 

Lucifer had been dreaming of this moment since the second he began to develop feelings for the pretty lady in his arms, the wildest of thoughts entering his mind whenever she was around him. Sure, they've done stuff before, but this will be their first time with each other. A special memory they'll never forget. 

As soon as he entered his room, he gently placed Delilah onto his bed, and she smiled up at him innocently, leaning on her elbows and rubbing her thighs together in excitement. He swiftly lifted his shirt up, revealing his toned and tatted abdomen, his 8-pack on full display for his girl to swoon over. He looked back down at Delilah, watching her as she gently pulled his jacket off of her, leaving in her in just the lacy bra, the short white skirt and knee high socks. 

"Fuck, that's one hell of a sight," he murmured, feeling the tent in his pants grow uncontrollable. She smiled, letting out a small laugh. 

"Pretty?" she whispered, loving the wave of compliments he always gave her. 

"Very fucking pretty," he confirmed with a smirk, now crawling over her body and hovering above her smaller figure.  He cupped her face in his hands, softly grazing her cheekbone with his thick thumb as she looked up at him with pouty lips and doll-like eyes. His other hand crept up her skirt, squeezing her inner thigh and causing goosebumps to cover his body. He smirked as her breath hitched, his hand nearing her soaking core. His fingers played with the drawstrings of her panties. 

"You're positive you want to do this?"

"I'm positive," she reassured breathlessly, nodding her head. 

He leaned down and captured her lips with his, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. Giving him access to explore her mouth, she whimpered into the kiss, trying to keep up with his passionate pace. He sucked on her lower lip, leaving it read and swollen as she wrapped her hands around his neck, her fingers interlocking with the ends of his golden-brown hair. 

He moved down to her neck, sucking and nibbling on the tender skin. His tongue left wet, cool trails on her milky, smooth neck and added even more hickeys to the collection she already had. Her breath quickened as he continued his journey down her body, making her wince and grow redder and hotter by the second. 

"L-Lucifer," she whimpered shyly, to which he smiled against her full chest. 

His name sounded so sinful yet beautiful when it left her lips.

"Can I?"

She nodded instantly, her body craved to be touched by him and couldn't wait any longer. 

He sent her multiple kisses on her face and neck as his hands moved the unclasp her bra, and as soon as he did, her breasts fell out, practically inviting him for a taste. 

He almost moaned at just the sight, cursing under his breath. 

Lucifer felt like he was in a dream, the sight in front of him was way too perfect to be real. The sexy vixen, dressed in nothing but a skimpy skirt and long socks, was allowing him to touch her however he pleased. He would never forget how lucky he is to have her.