Angel Crisis… 5
Before I fell unconscious, I heard Satan's soothing voice, "It's a deal."
I woke up, to find myself on my own white four-poster bed. "Hmm…" I sat up, my arm supporting me; my other hand ruffled my hair groggily. I feel so worn out. I need a bath. I looked at myself; I'm still wearing what I wore yesterday. I turned to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. Something black caught my eyes. I turned to look, only to find myself staring at the empty white chair behind my desk filled with papers. Groggily, I stepped into the bathroom.
I took a beep breath and stared at my reflection in the big mirror in front of the bathtub and the toilet bowl. Hmm, no wrinkles, no zits, no eye bags, no reddish eyes, only messed up hair and crumpled clothes- as usual. I stripped down to nothing and stepped in the tub, and closed the curtains I closed my eyes as I let the warm water rush through me and fill the tub. It feels so good. I shut my eyes and clear my mind. After the water was filled, I began to scrub my body with some of the nice smelling shower gel I have, it's a habit of mine that I wash my body before soaking myself in the water. As I scrub, I heard the door open…
Through the translucent curtains, I could see a blurry image of something black and tall stepping into the bathroom, getting larger and larger as the "thing" came closer. "Who… who are you! Get out!" I grabbed for a towel but there was none, shit (pardon me, god), I left my towel on the marble tabletop. I tried desperately to cover myself with my arms, crossing them so they cover my uh, boobs. Then I back faced the curtains and the black "thing" as I gave a little cry when the curtains were drew opened. "G… Get out! What do you want!" "You missed a spot." A familiar sexy voice said. A slender arm reached over me and grabbed my shower gel. I cringed as a cold hand rubbed my naked back. "Relax, you are so tense, have you forgotten who I am already?" Is that… no way… but… my face turned back and saw a drop dead gorgeous… Satan. I turned back immediately, stunned, not baring to face Satan. "Relax…" "But…!" "Hush now, angel, let me do the washing while you…" he came closer and I could feel his hot breath on my left ear, "relax." I tense up again, feeling a hot blush on my cheeks and ears. "You are tense again, why not… I join you and probably will make you feel less awkward." "But..!" my half body turned around and saw him with only a black towel on his waist and a sexy smirk on his face. I once again turned back facing Mr. White wall with my face red. I could hear him step into the tub behind me. "Relax angel, you are in safe hands." His hand moved up to my shoulders and began to message it. I relaxed a little and shut my eyes. He stepped closer to me, so close; I could feel the material of the black towel on his waist. Then slowly, his hands glide to my waist and messaged my lower back. I began to enjoy it and let out a sigh. He obviously heard me and smiled, "do you want to lean on me?" "B…but I'm all soapy and…" "I'm already wet anyways." Gently, his hand held on to my shoulders as I leaned on his chest. I could see his face perfectly clear now; he is smirking as he stared at my body. "You have been working hard." His hand messaged my temples as I shut my eyes immediately and enjoyed it. My arms loosened a little. I could not help but moan a little. He got turned on and whispered to me. "Remove your arms angel, how am I supposed to wash you like that?" his hand snaked up my own and gently urging me to remove it. I was hesitant at first, but soon gave in to his persistent urge. His smile grew larger and his eyes began to shimmer with lust when he saw my full-grown bosoms. He wanted to reach for it, when I panicked and turned around, only to find that I have made matters worse for me. My body is fully pressed against his and he has his arms around me. I felt a tingle of electricity fill my every pore of skin that had contacted with his.
His strong arms immediately wrapped around me. His head bent down and reached my lips. I leaned back a little but I found that even if I did so, I couldn't escape. I shut my eyes once again and felt his cool lips pressed against mine. I had my hand against his chest his tongue licked my lips, begging for entrance. I did. Immediately, his tongue explored my mouth and his hand started running up and down my back. It felt so wrong, so bad, but so right. He was gentle as if I were fragile. I began to feel more opened around him as I began to feel his broad chest, then toned abs. Then I threw my arms around his neck and ruffled his hair.
His one hand turned on the tap and water rained down on us. His hand began to move up to my bosoms, I immediately broke away from the kiss. "We can't do this." I could not see his expression clearly with all the water trying to get into my eyes, but all in all, I could tell his disappointment as he let go of me immediately. "Suit yourself." he climbed out of the tub and out of my bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I sank back into the tub filled with water. Immediately, I missed his warmth. I missed his passion, I miss the way he held me, and I miss him- Sat… Wait. He. Is. Satan. What am I thinking? Urgh! I got out of the tub, switched off the tap and drained the water, dried myself and wore my usual white robe.