Marlissa answered the door.

Marlissa's pussy was still tightly clenching his erection. Ryan had to push against her ass to withdraw from her wonderful warm confines.

"We cannot have you answering the door like that," she mused, looking at his cock saluting her as she turned off the water. "Let me pay for the pizza. Where is your wallet?"

"In my back pant pocket," Ryan panted, leaning back against the shower stall wall.

Marlissa dashed out of the bathroom, not bothering to grab a towel to cover herself and leaving a trail of wet footprints. "Hello?" she said sweetly into the intercom next to the elevator door.

"Um... pizza... I mean, I'm here to deliver your pizza," a young man responded nervously.

"Come on up," Marlissa replied, pushing the intercom button to unlock the front door and waited for the elevator to slowly come up. When the elevator abruptly stopped she pulled the metal elevator door open, standing proudly naked in front of the bewildered pizza deliver guy.

"Uh...," the young man mumbled with his mouth open, staring at the gorgeous statuesque redhead.

"How much do I owe you for the pizza?" Marlissa purred, clearly enjoying her affect on mortal men.

"Um..." the pizza guy handed her the bill, unable to take his eyes off of her. Marlissa took a twenty dollar bill from Ryan's wallet and put it down his shirt pocket before taking the pizza and soda from him. He continued to stare at her until the elevator door closed.

"I'll take that," Ryan said, taking the food from his wife in exchange for a couple of towels and a linen robe, "and you can take this to dry off." He placed the pizza and soft drinks on the coffee table.

"Thank you," she replied, drying herself off before covering herself with the robe.

"I wish you would stop doing that to those poor guys," he said while he closed the blinds to the floor to ceiling windows of the loft.

"Are you jealous?" she said with a smirk while wiping down her hair with the hair towel.

"No, I think you're just giving them hope for an unattainable fantasy."

"I am a succubus after all."

"I guess it's like me asking a tiger not to hunt," Ryan quipped, opening the pizza box. "Pizza?"

"I just fed but sure," she replied, sitting next to him on the sofa.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Ryan asked, turning on his big screen television.

"Yes please." Marlissa took a bite of the pizza.

"What would you like to watch?" he asked, selecting Netflix.

"Romance!"

"Why am I not surprised?"

"I may be a demon of lust but I am still a woman," she said, sticking her tongue at him.

"You can select the movie then," he said and handed the remote control to her, giving her a crash course on how to use the buttons and Netflix's interface.

The succubus toggled through dozens of movies, carefully reading the description of each one. Ryan took it for granted that he had seen, or at least heard of, these movies but he realized that Marlissa has not been in the mortal realm for decades. "Breakfast at Tiffany's!" Marlissa exclaimed as she cuddled with her mortal husband. Staring at the screen with utmost fascination like a child watching a Saturday morning cartoon, she mumbled, "She is gorgeous," at the sight of Audrey Hepburn dressed in a black evening gown standing in front of Tiffany's with a coffee and biscuit in her hands.

"Not as gorgeous as you," Ryan whisper, kissing her on the forehead.

Marlissa tensed up when George Peppard's character, Paul, professed his love to Audrey Hepburn's character, Holly, in the taxi.

"I love you," Paul proclaimed

"So what," Holly dismissed.

"So what? So plenty! I love you, you belong to me!" Paul begged.

"No," Holly teared up. "People don't belong to people."

"Of course they do!" Paul cried.

"I'll never let ANYBODY put me in a cage," Holly protested.

"I don't want to put you in a cage, I want to love you!" Paul professed. Ryan repeated the line at the same time.

Marlissa looked at Ryan with watery emerald eyes.