*MATURE CONTENT*

I pushed at him roughly, taking him by surprise as I rolled us over and straddled his waist. He looked up at me bemusedly but seemed content to humor me for the moment. I capitalized on this, leaning over him to kiss him softly on the lips. He tried to deepen it, but I pulled back teasingly. He growled in response, and I snorted at his annoyed expression, unsuccessfully trying to smother my smile.

"Doesn't feel so great does it?" I sang, still grinning widely, running my hands over his broad shoulders in wonder. His skin radiated an intense heat, and I could keep touching him like this all day long. Lucifer, however, was beginning to suspect something.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously, "what are you playing at, Kitten?"

"Nothing," I replied innocently, batting my lashes as I ran my nails lightly down his tanned chest. He shivered and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Rika-"

"Shut up," I snapped, intent now on my task.

Miraculously, he shut up.

I pressed a kiss on his chiseled jaw as a reward for his obedience before sliding down his perfect torso. Finally, he realized what I was planning on doing. Honestly, I know he was an ancient, ultra-powerful celestial being and all that, but he was also a little slow.

"No, Kitten, you don't have to-"

"I believe I told you to shut up. Unless you have some pointers, since I haven't exactly done this before, just be quiet and let me figure it out," I scolded, placing a kiss on the "v" of his hip bone, letting my tongue flicker out to taste him. He grunted at my action, his hand instinctively winding itself in my hair. I hissed angrily as he used it to pull me away from his body. I didn't try to resist, knowing it was futile. Instead, I sent him a withering glare of death. He grimaced in the face of my ire. Even the angel knew to fear me when I was truly pissed off.

Smart boy.

"Why the fuck-" I started, in a tone that promised blood if I didn't get my way. I sounded a bit like a spoiled brat begging for candy, but I was far beyond caring.

"Because I don't want you to feel obligated, Rika. And you're tired. Come here, rest for a while," he crooned, starting to sit up.

Like. Hell.

He was stronger than me. Faster than me. More annoying than me. So, with all the odds against me, I did the only thing I could: I cupped him between his legs with my hand, feeling him throb through the thin fabric of his pants. He froze instantly, his grip on my hair loosening as his hips bucked beneath me. I jerked my annoyingly long hair free and squeezed him slightly to keep him occupied, causing him to claw at the sheets and clench his jaw fiercely. The look in his eyes promised retribution, but I was too high on my victory to pay him any mind.

I smirked triumphantly, leaned over his chest and whispered in his ear, "and stay down, Satan."

He was quite unable to formulate a response, so I decided to take his silence as a signal to continue. I nipped his earlobe briefly before sliding back down to unzip his pants, painfully aware that I had no fucking idea what I was doing. And, since my only teacher was being pigheaded and uncooperative, I'd just have to work it out by myself.

With that thought, I tugged on his pants, looking at him pointedly. Resigned, he lifted his hips so I could take off his clothing. After I did so, I looked back up, and my mouth suddenly went dry.

I had nothing to compare it to, obviously, but that...seemed pretty fucking huge. And pretty fucking intimidating. It looked almost angry; it was thick and veiny and so hard it looked agonizing.

And he would've just pretended he was fine?

"Rika, stop this." He growled in a guttural voice, mistaking my hesitation for indecision. I sent him a look in response, one eyebrow cocked, and he looked away under my scrutiny.

"We both know that a) you want this, b) I've made up my mind, and c) once I've made up my mind it isn't going to change. So, instead of being unhelpful, why don't you walk me through this?" I lectured, very unamused with his obviously half-hearted protests.

I could clearly see the moment he gave up on fighting me.

"Fine, Kitten. If you really want to-"

I ran a finger down his impressive length to shut him up. Again, it was remarkably effective. It was quite useful; I mentally filed it away for future use.

He was perfect, every part of him. He felt like nothing I'd ever felt before; simultaneously hard and soft, like silk draped over steel. I traced the veins that flowed along his shaft the sort of awed trance. When I saw a few drops of liquid bead at the top, I swiped my thumb over the head exploratorily, causing a snarl to escape his lips as he arched off the bed. Encouraged by his reactions, I tentatively gripped the base, squeezing as I felt him throb in the palm of my hand.

"Gods, Rika! Are you trying-" he grunted, "-to emasculate me completely?"

I once again felt very insecure. Was I doing it wrong? I had thought, judging by his reactions, that I had been doing it right...but I was no longer so certain.

"Sorry, did I fuck it up?" I squeaked, releasing him like I'd been burned. I blushed furiously as he groaned in protest.

"No, you did nothing wrong," he gritted out, his voice husky and strangled, "but if you continue like that, I won't last too long."

Oh.

I was sure my face was now completely indistinguishable from a ripe tomato, but I soldiered on. At least I wasn't hurting him or anything. Hesitantly, I decided to go a step further. Gripping him firmly with both hands, I leaned forward and licked the head. He tangled his hands into my hair, his forearms corded as he did his best to be gentle. Encouraged, I took him into my mouth. I was unable to take too much, but I covered the rest with my hands. He tugged his hands in my hair as he began to sweat, his abs tensed in front of me. It was as close as I'd ever come to Heaven. Which was ironic.

"Amirykal, you need to stop, or I'll-"

I ignored him and did the opposite, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around him as I bobbed my head. He tried to pull me off, but this time I refused, knowing he'd never pull hard enough to hurt me. I squealed around him as he slammed his hands on the mattress violently, and the vibrations from my mouth proved too much for him. He very nearly roared as he came, emptying himself into my mouth. I swallowed it quickly, before rising to sit back on my heels.

The angel was panting, his perfect chest heaving and his jaw and eyes clenched shut. He looked like a goddamn Calvin Klein model, and I did my best not to drool on his washboard stomach. Then, his eyes flew open, and they blazed with the promise of death. He was downright intimidating when he looked like that; but I didn't mind in the slightest. I pressed my fingers to my lips. They felt tingly and swollen. I didn't even try to suppress my shit-eating grin.

Totally worth it.

He sat up swiftly so we sat nose-to-nose. Or, rather, nose-to-pectorals, a position I saw no reason to complain about. If I wasn't sure it would get me into even more trouble, I'd kiss him right there.

And since when did I care about abiding by his stupid-ass rules?

I leaned forward and placed an open-mouthed kiss right near his nipple, internally fist-pumping as he growled. I couldn't tell if the growl was in pleasure or fury. Probably a bit of both.

"Amirykal, you are in so much damn trouble right now, no amount of kissing up will help your case," he barked, his hand clasping the back of my head and forcing my face up. I just smirked.

"And what makes you think I was doing that to kiss up?" I asked sweetly, staring him down.

He opened his mouth to reply, but then the bedroom door burst open.