Lustful Paradise

"Yes. I am fine." Emelia replied in an attempt to calm herself. She was determined to leave. But before she stood up, she remembered her state of undress. That's when Emelia covered her chest with her arms again. "Could you give me my bra, please?"

Lucifer reached over, grabbing her bra. He then looked at Emelia and handed it to her. "Here it is. Do you need help putting it back on?"

"No!" Emelia answered quickly. She snatched her bra away from him, embarrassed. She was flustered. She couldn't believe how easily she gave up and removed her bra earlier.

"Okay. Take your time then." Lucifer said with an amused tone. His expression told her that he was enjoying seeing her like this.

Emelia's face was flushed red, but she managed to get the garment back on.

When Emelia had put her bra on and got up to grab her top to wear, she felt her knees weaken, and a strange sensation rushed between her thighs. Emelia gasped, surprised by the wetness of her panties and the throbbing need in her pussy.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow as he watched her reaction. "Something wrong, Ms. Emelia?"

Emelia's blush deepened as she realized the embarrassing situation she was in. "No. I am fine," she said, avoiding his gaze. She grabbed her blouse and tried putting it back on, only for her to notice Lucifer's strong erection tenting the fabric of his pants.

Emelia couldn't take her eyes off it. She knew what lay beneath the thin layer of cloth, and that made her even wetter. It was impossible to deny that his manhood was impressive, and her imagination ran wild as she wondered how good it would feel inside her.

Emelia wanted to reach out and stroke it. To touch it and caress it. But she restrained herself. She couldn't let her lust control her.

"Uhm, you are... hard..." She said quietly, unable to avert her gaze.

"Well, I did say that you're very attractive, and that was before you even stripped in front of me. And now that I've seen your naked breasts and felt how amazing they are in my hands, it's obvious what effect it had on me."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah... But don't worry; I will take care of myself once you are gone. I just have to use my imagination and my memories, and I'll be fine."

"What will you remember, exactly?"

"Oh, you know, how sexy you are. How your skin feels against mine, how soft your breasts are... The sweet moans coming from your mouth. It's not that hard to get myself off thinking about you." Lucifer said, looking at her.

Emelia bit her lip, and her breath quickened as he said those things, knowing that he was imagining fucking her while he jerked off.

The image of him pleasuring himself while thinking about her flashed through her mind and caused a surge of excitement in her core. It turned her on to know he was aroused because of her. It was strange to feel that way. It wasn't something she expected, but it felt empowering nonetheless. To be able to arouse a man so easily... It made her feel confident and powerful.

It was a feeling that she liked. And it felt so much better because it was coming from a man like Lucifer.

"Ms. Emelia?" Lucifer said. He sounded confused.

Emelia didn't say a word as she put down her blouse and approached the bed. Then she sat next to Lucifer and placed her hands on his bare chest. He felt firm and strong. It felt so different from touching her husband's body. It excited her to touch his masculine physique. The thrill of being intimate with him sent shivers down her spine.

"Ms. Emelia? What are you doing?" Lucifer asked curiously.

Emelia ignored his question. Instead, her hands moved downward to his toned abs, tracing each muscle, admiring his six-pack abs. They looked incredible, sculpted like those of Greek gods, perfectly shaped, with just enough definition. His body radiated masculinity.

"You said that you wanted to relieve your... hardness, correct?"

"Um... Yes, I did. And I will take care of myself once you are gone. It shouldn't be too long," Lucifer said. He was a little confused by Emelia's behavior, but at the same time, it seemed as if she was interested in continuing the session.

Emelia's heart began to pound rapidly. "I don't want you to take care of it alone."

"Oh? What are you suggesting?" Lucifer asked. His curiosity grew. She seemed eager and willing to please him. And he liked that. A lot.

It was obvious she wanted him.

Emelia took a deep breath before speaking. "I'll help you." She looked down, unable to maintain eye contact. "I'll make sure that you don't have to deal with it alone."

"Are you serious?" Lucifer couldn't hide his surprise.

She nodded. "Yes. I'll help you... with the condition that we keep it between ourselves, okay? My husband should never learn about this. Nobody should.

And after this, I want us to pretend that this didn't happen, and I want things to go back to how they used to be between us. You understand?"

"That's a tall order." Lucifer chuckled.

"It's my only condition." Emelia emphasized, looking him straight in the eyes. Her voice had a sternness to it, a firm determination.

"Hmm. But what if I refuse?"

"I don't think you want to do that. You told me earlier you find me sexy and attractive, and I know you want me."

"Oh, really? Why don't I remember saying that?"

Emelia rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. "You're not fooling anyone, Lucifer. You've already seen my body. My breasts... So what's stopping us?"

"Your husband?" Lucifer asked jokingly.

"Don't bring that up, please. Just forget that I am married and focus on me right now." Emelia said. She knew that this was wrong. But her heart and body desired it. And right now, she would do anything to satisfy her needs, regardless of how sinful they may be.