As soon as they were settled, she was grinding against him, her hands behind his head, stroking his scalp as she kissed his face.
Gripping her chin, he held her still and kissed her, tongue plunging into her mouth.
He wanted to be inside her in whatever way he could.
She moaned and sucked on the offering. His trousers felt scratchy on her raw bum and even rougher against her sensitive sex.
When he kissed her deeper, Hermione bucked harder, needing to feel more of him (even if he was encased in torturous wool).
"Dammit, girl," he growled, pulling away. "Stop. My dick is going to be permanently creased at this rate."
Smiling, she slid her hands between them and unfastened his flies.
Her clit pressed against the soft cotton of his boxers.
She went back to kissing him, and he growled and held her closer.
Lucifer needed more.
Her tongue rubbed against his in a slick, swirling waltz, and he kneaded her hips in concert with their dance.
Hermione's hands started unbuttoning his shirt, making quick work of it.
Pushing it open, she pressed her naked chest to his and whimpered at the electric excitement buzzing through her chest.
'So warm.'
Lucifer palmed her burning rump, and she started humping him.
He wanted to be inside her, not rutting against her like a horny teenager.
"Stop. Too close," he ground out through his teeth.
She moaned. "I'm gonna come. Please, Lucifer!"
His fingers dug into her as he fought the tingle in his balls.
'DammitDammitDammit.'
Her lips pulled from his and moved to his ear.
"Come now. I'll get you hard again after. I want to suck your cock all tonight, Lucifer. I'll get you in the bath and finger your arse clean and then lick it till you're ready again."
"Fuck!" His cock started pulsing.
Hot, sticky seed coated his shorts as he grunted into her neck. "Dammit, Hermione!" he panted angrily.
She didn't stop; she rode him faster.
Watching him come like that had to be the hottest thing she'd ever seen.
Her pussy started clenching, and she let out a long groan of completion.
"Bloody hell," she gasped as she came down. "That was so fucking sexy, Lucifer."
His head fell back as he caught his breath. "What? Shooting my load like a third-year humping behind the bleachers?"
Smiling, she nodded. "Yes, seeing you lose control. I'm sorry if you're angry, but I thought it was perfect. Wait . . . stay still. I want to lick you clean."
Lucifer lifted his head and watched her slide down his body until she was kneeling between his thighs.
She pulled down his sticky shorts, and her tongue lapped at his dwindling hardness, licking away his release.
She cleaned every inch of him: his pelvis and abdomen, and once she'd pulled down his clothes over his hips, his balls.
Her wet little muscle left nothing behind, and Lucifer was starting to think that premature ejaculation wasn't as bad as he remembered.
"Come on, pet. There's nothing left." He pulled her until she stood.
"Let's go take that bath you mentioned." Her leer was unsettling, but he smirked at her wide-eyed expression.
"Let me rest, pet. There's no hurry."
He kicked off the rest of his clothes and took her to the bathroom.
When Lucifer leaned over to start to water, her fingers ran up the crack of his arse, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep quiet.
Spinning around, he caught her hands in his and kissed her hard.
"Patience, love. I'll have to spank you if you can't behave yourself."
He laughed when she immediately turned around and gripped the edge of the tub.
That wiggling arse was his undoing.
His hand smoothed over the curve of her behind. "Very well. Spread your legs."
Grinning down at the running water, Hermione widened her stance and arched her back.
His fingers ran up and down her slit until she moaned.
He smacked her bum, and she jumped in surprise. It awakened the sting like a slap to a sunburn.
Lucifer spanked her gently.
'Her arse must be damn sore; it looked slightly purple. '
He continued until the tub was full then gave her two last extra-hard smacks. "Next time I ask you to stop, I want you to remember I mean it."
Looking back over her shoulder, she nodded. "I'm sorry. I promise to make it up to you."
He felt his lips twitch. "I know you will, pet. Now get in. I don't want any trace of Samael on you."
'It was your idea,' Hermione thought, shaking her head.
They climbed in the tub, and he pulled her down so her back rested against him.
He toyed with her breasts, his long fingers rolling her nipples.
The tension in her clit rekindled to a blaze.
She squirmed against him, and he chuckled at how quickly she was ready for more. "Did you miss this as well, pet?"
"Yesss," she purred and rubbed into him. "I dreamt of you every night. Did you think about me?"
'Yes.'
"When I needed to come," he drawled dismissively.
"Really? I wanted to hump your legs even when I was just doing my homework or reading." Maybe if she let him know she cared about more than sex, he'd admit it too.
"Did you?" Lucifer had thought about her while he bathed and ate, when he was trying to go to sleep, and when he woke up in the morning.
He didn't know how to feel about the way she had inserted herself into every facet of his life.
"Yes. I missed you so much inside me, Lucifer. Please don't make me wait so long ever again!"
"I won't, pet," he said, pinching her nipples. "Baring some unforeseen conflict."
"May I touch you now?"
He smirked. "You are touching me."
"No." She knew he was being difficult on purpose. "May I touch your arse now?"
Her bum cheeks rubbed against his prick in a swirl of enticement.
"As you wish."
Rolling over, Hermione pressed her lips to his chest, slowly moving up to his neck.
After leaving a new red bruise at the base of his throat, she shimmied up to his lips and kissed him for real.
His fingers ran up and down her back, and she shivered when he caught her lower lip between his teeth and pulled away, dragging along the plump flesh.
"I thought you were going to touch my arse," he murmured.
Smiling, she replied, "I lost my way. You're very distracting."
Pushing back onto her heels, Hermione repositioned herself so she was sitting between his legs, then ran her hands over his thighs.
He was like marble.
When her hand went under his balls, his breathing got faster; Hermione ducked her head so he wouldn't see her smile.
Lucifer bent his legs so she'd have better access and rested his head back on the edge of the tub.
After the incident on the settee, there was no fear of coming any time soon.
He could actually enjoy whatever she had planned in that frizzy head of hers.
Her soft hand reached behind his sac, and he closed his eyes as she rubbed over his arsehole.
'Bloody fucking hell. I definitely missed this. She's right. A week is far too long..'
Hermione got the soap and ran it between his cheeks then coated her fingers to ease the way.
Pressing the tip of her index finger up to his puckered entrance, she slipped inside.
He inhaled sharply through his nose and opened his eyes.
Twisting her finger deeper, she observed his reactions with interest.
He seemed to be enjoying himself.
Her finger swirled around inside him, and Lucifer's cock twitched in response.
He was bound to have the cleanest arse in school by the time she was done with him.
When she pulled out, he felt a little disappointed until he saw her re-lathering her fingers and realized there was more to come.
Getting her fingers slick once more, she went right back to his entrance and slid her middle finger inside him.
Once she was sure he was relaxed, she added her index finger.
His eyes narrowed as she stretched him, and she could hear the air rushing in and out of his nose.
Hermione stayed still until he stopped glaring at her, then she wiggled her fingers in a curling tease.
When she started brushing against his prostate, he growled.
His cock was hardening. Rapidly. And she definitely noticed.
A smug little smile played at her lips as he grew before her eyes.
"Tell me what you like, Lucifer."
"Dammit, Hermione, you know exactly what I like. You don't need me to tell you." He didn't mean to snap.
'Be patient Lucifer. She'd going to get sick of your temper.'
"But if you want me to talk, I will."
"I like it when you tell me what to do."
He groaned. "Clean out the soap. Let's go to bed. There's more room in there."
She proceeded to finger-rinse him in a way that could only be described as stimulatory.
He growled and pushed away her hand when he could no longer feel the burn of the soap.
Lucifer rose from the water and smirked down at her. His cock was in her face, and she stared at it as if she were starving.
"You can have it when we're in bed. Get up."
She stood, and Lucifer helped her from the tub then dried her body with a fresh towel.
She was panting by the time he finished. He dried himself quickly and pulled her back to the bedroom.
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