Warmth closed around him again, and he slid his arms under her shoulders. "Wrap your legs around me."
She did, putting her arms around him too. "Please kiss me, Lucifer. I need you."
He knew what she meant.
Sometimes she needed him inside her, and sometimes she needed him to kiss her and make her feel safe.
Other times she just needed him to be close to her, as if his presence was her own personal drug.
It was usually pretty easy to figure out which need she had in mind.
Leaning in, he kissed her slowly to match the speed of their fucking.
She tasted of chocolate and mint, and he licked her as if she were candy.
Her tongue tangled with his, tickling the roof of his mouth and the insides of his cheeks.
Her leather restraints pressed into his skin as she pulled him tighter
They went on like that until he started to feel dizzy.
His hips had worked themselves into a steady slap, and he needed more air.
"Put down your legs. Rub your clit against me . . . like the first time we fucked."
Hermione's stomach dropped flat as a pancake.
She was surprised he remembered not only what they'd done, but exactly what he'd said.
"L-Lucifer," she whispered, touched.
Her voice wobbled, on the verge of tears. "I love you so much."
"Don't cry, love," he murmured, nuzzling her cheek. "Fucking's not supposed to be sad."
"I'm not sad. I just can't believe you remember what you said."
"I will never forget that night for eternity."
She blinked rapidly, but it was no use.
The tears spilled down her face.
He kissed them away, tasting the light, salty flavor on his lips.
His kisses seemed to make them fall faster, and her arms tightened around the back of his neck.
"I know, love," he whispered in her ear.
He teased her neck until she was too distracted to cry.
The sharp pull of suction and teeth made her hips buck faster.
Hermione wanted him to leave his name in bruises around her neck so everyone would know who made her happiest.
They worked off each other, driving the other to greater heights.
He had to speed up to match her hips, and that just made her buck harder.
"Fuck, love!" he groaned. "Come for me!"
Hermione could feel the tremors in her legs starting. "So close. Just a little more."
Lucifer grunted and sped up. He didn't know how much longer he could go on at that pace, either sexually or physically.
Her breathing became shallow, and he pulled back to look in her eyes.
Her eyes went in and out of focus as she tried to hold his gaze.
He grinned. "There you are." She stopped breathing, and her pussy started to spasm.
Her entire body shook, leaving him feeling as if he were riding a human earthquake.
When she started mewling like a kitten and digging her claws into his back, he was gone, riding through his own release, losing himself to the pull of her rhythm.
Hermione held him as close as she could. "Thank you, sir."
His hips jerked erratically. "Lucifer," he growled.
Hermione smiled. "Lucifer. Stay inside me, okay?"
He dropped his head into her hair, feeling as though he'd emptied his soul into her. "Anything."
Hermione stroked the back of his head. "Mine."
Lucifer smiled out a tired laugh. "Yes." 'Forever.'
"I'm tired, Lucifer. Time to sleep."
He took off her cuffs and let her get under the covers.
Hermione felt bone weary.
Her eyes wouldn't stay open as she waited for him to put everything away.
Even when he came back in the room and got under the sheets, she couldn't open her eyes.
She was almost asleep when she felt his hair tickling her thighs and his breath on her pussy.
Reaching under the sheets, she smiled tiredly. "What are you doing?"
His tongue snaked out, and she had her answer.
Her eyes opened wide to the darkness of the bedroom as he pushed up her knees and held her open, feasting on her clit. "Lucifer, I can't. I'm so tired."
He didn't stop.
Hermione tore away the sheets.
His nose was all she could see at that angle in the dark.
The soft warmth of his mouth made her relax, the lazy swirl of his tongue more soothing than stimulatory.
Her fingers carded through his hair, and she softly scratched his scalp.
Eyes fluttering shut, she let him continue.
'I warned him. If he wants to keep going, I'm not going to stop him. I might fall asleep though....'
She didn't fall asleep.
Hermione just got more and more awake the longer he did it.
She kept catching herself pulling his hair.
His tongue got lighter and lighter, but maintained its steady ticking.
'Bloody know-it-all, making me come when I'm trying to sleep.' Being completely relaxed, the pleasure washed over her like a gentle wave, glorious and slow.
She wasn't knocked down by it.
She bathed in its glow.
She whimpered, whispering his name, and he guessed she was coming.
It was harder to tell when he wasn't inside her.
The little bunnyhops of her hips were his only other indication.
When it seemed to fade, he rested one finger on her clit and asked, "Are you still conscious?"
"Yes," she said, smiling in the dark.
"Good." He went right back for more, keeping the same light steady pace as before.
Hermione rolled her head back against the pillow. "Lucifer! Please. I appreciate the effort, but I'm tired."
He gave no indication that he heard her.
His tongue resumed its lackadaisical licking, and Hermione threw one arm across her face in defeat, breathing out a small grunt.
There was no fear of falling asleep this time.
Minutes passed, and she found herself well on her way to another orgasm.
She'd lost count of how many.
The next one came surprisingly fast, and she whimpered and arched her back as the sensation blossomed through her sex.
Lucifer smirked into her clit. 'I don't hear you begging me to stop.'
He slowed down as the tension drained from her body; there would be no break for her.
That last one had come too easily.
He had a feeling he was going to have to work for the next one.
There was no need to force it out of her—she would bend to the will of his tongue sooner or later.
Steady and light, his tongue toyed with her.
Hermione knew her body had to be running on empty.
Her head wasn't just vacant, her brain was demolished. She felt like a slug plopped on the pavement in a spineless lump.
Except for the rise and fall of her belly, she showed little signs of life. 'My clit is going to be so sore tomorrow.....'
Lucifer touched the tip of his finger right to the edge of her entrance.
Her hips gave a small jerk as he tickled her.
It wasn't really difficult to make her climax, it just took patience and a steady hand . . . or tongue.
His seed dribbled out of her like creamed honey, and he could taste its spunky accent as he traced her opening.
Hermione didn't understand how she could be so close already.
She'd just come scarcely five minutes before. It seemed her body had no understanding of time and was going to let him play her like a fiddle.
Another pool of release washed over her, and she arched into it, letting her body twitch and throw her around like a rag doll.
He waited until she relaxed then rested his finger on her clit again. "What do you say?"
Hermione let out a long low wail of exhaustion, "Mh----hah...huh!"
"Close enough."
He started back in on her clit, and she wailed louder.
His tongue barely touched her as he brought his finger a little higher.
He stroked the spot near her urethra that she liked; her wail stuttered to a shaky moan.
The soft whump of her hand on the bed told him she was flailing around.
He wondered if she even had a limit.
Was there a point where she couldn't come anymore? Maybe not.
She kept shaking with rouge spasms, seemingly ready for more. His tongue stared to tire, but he could always go back to his finger.
There was no way he was going to stop at that point. It was too curious to see how long it could continue. If she lasted another hour, he'd be shocked.
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