When her upper half was done, he leaned over her and carefully dabbed her bruised bum.
It burned and felt marvelous at the same time.
He snickered when she wiggled closer.
Kneeling down, he wiped her legs, leaving her pussy for last.
The back of his hand pressed to her inner thigh, urging them apart; then the towel blotted between her legs, and he dried her pubic hair with just enough pressure to make her groan.
"Feeling better, love?"
"You know I'm soaked."
He nodded with a small grin. "Let's see if we can get you to really shine."
Lucifer took her hand and led her back to the bed.
He picked her up and set her on the edge. "Scoot back a little and lie down."
Hermione was careful not to drag her bum across the comforter.
When she perched back on her elbows, he slowly leaned over the bed and pushed her legs to her chest.
With that same determined patience he'd used on her in the bath, he parted her with his thumbs and inspected her sex.
"Someone enjoyed her bath."
Hermione smiled and bit her lip. The air from his words tickled her clit.
"Keeping your pussy clean is an endless job, love."
"I appreciate the effort," she whispered.
He gave her a small smirk then licked a soft line up her clit.
"Oh God," she whispered, dropping her head back on the bed.
His chuckle made her spread her legs wider.
He lapped her slowly, teasing her inner lips until she whimpered.
Hermione forgot about her soreness.
All she could feel was the soft pressure of his tongue, the wet slide as he coasted through her valley.
It made her mental. Even though he was going purposefully slow, she was soon bucking against his face, moaning and begging him to make her come.
Lucifer eased a finger inside and tickled her opening as he lapped her clit.
She strained against him, ready to come.
Adding another finger, he gently stretched her.
He started to get hard again.
'What if she changes her mind? What if I never fuck her again?'
Hermione had to stop grinding her teeth.
Her Mum always said it was a bad habit.
She forced her mouth open and whispered his name.
It rolled off her tongue so easily when she was on the brink of orgasm—a mantra that soothed her mind while calling her climax closer.
He listened to her steady lilted muttering.
He would never tire of those desperate pleas.
The towel wrapped around his hips came loose, and his cock rose persistently against the soft terry cloth.
Her offer to assist would soon be moot.
"Lucifer!"
She breathed a soft drawn-out groan as she came, her pussy beating like a heart around his fingers.
He tried to seal his lips over her clit, but she was bucking so much he couldn't latch on.
Keeping his tongue soft, he let her grind out her own release.
The racing of her heart calmed after a minute, and Hermione reached down to his head.
"That was so . . ." She wanted to say sweet but didn't know if he would find that insulting. "Perfect."
He pulled out his fingers and smirked at the coating of cream.
Climbing up, he pulled off his towel and wrapped her legs around his hips.
When her eyes locked on his, he asked, "Do you want my cock again?"
She swallowed hard. "Will you be gentle?"
Lucifer nodded.
Her smile told him her answer before she could speak. "I want you."
Leaning down, he kissed her, grinding his growing erection against her fluffy muff, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
Her hands danced from his neck to his chest.
When she scraped a nail over his nipple, he growled in her mouth.
Hermione smirked against his lips and pinched his small nipple between her fingers, quickly feeling for the other one and doing the same.
He pressed his hips harder to her core and ripped his mouth away.
"I can't go slowly if you're going to do that."
She smiled and let go, running her fingers down his sides and then around to his lower back.
Lucifer pushed up onto his hands and gave her a nod. "Put me inside."
Hermione smiled.
One hand reached down to his prodding tip and pumped him a couple times to test his strength.
His cock pulsed in her palm.
She responded with a moan that sounded equal parts nervous and excited.
His hips twitched, but his face remained placid, calmly waiting for her to proceed.
Rubbing his head through her silk, she got him primed for entry.
Lucifer clenched his jaw as she continued to lube him in her juice.
It was a necessary torture if he wanted to make things as smooth as possible.
When she pushed his weeping tip to her opening, he let out a short sigh of relief.
Her hand held his length steady and began to ease him inside.
It took some work; she was so swollen from earlier (and no doubt from her most recent orgasm) that it took him a while just to get past that first constricting barrel.
Once his head was in, he stopped and settled against her, pushing her ever-teasing hand away from his shaft.
He put his lips to her ear and gently started moving his hips.
"How do you feel?" he whispered, licking her lobe.
She couldn't stop petting him. "Tight."
'No kidding.' "Do you want me to stop?" He knew she didn't.
"No, I like it."
He smirked into her neck and pushed in a little deeper. "I won't go any faster." 'Until you beg me to.'
She nodded and shifted her legs along his hips.
He filled her so slowly she actually had the chance to feel every new inch.
The anticipation made her want that next little bit before he gave it to her.
His mouth only added to that; every lick and suck made her arch and moan like an animal pinned under an attacker.
Except she didn't want to get away; she dug her nails into his back, desperate to keep him where he was.
The bite and burn of her nails on his back gradually broke his restraint.
He wanted to shove those last few inches in and feel her shudder around him.
But he intended to stick by his word. Slow.
He forced his breathing to calm, taking a long inhale through his nose and gradually letting it seep back out.
Her throat tasted sweet on his tongue; he gave her another lick.
One of her hands went to the nape of his neck, and she held him tight, begging him to bite her.
Letting his teeth sink in, he sucked just where her shoulder began, loving the way she ran her nails up his scalp in response.
He bottomed out, and she sighed contentedly.
Hermione felt as if she'd finally crossed the finish line at a race.
Except there was a new race starting right where the first one ended.
He continued to move as if she were made of glass.
Each little thrust made her more and more desperate. Propping her feet behind his bum, she forced him deeper.
He breathed a soft grunt into her neck with every dip.
Lucifer refused to go faster. He wanted to fuck her until the last possible minute before she went back to her room.
Checking the clock, he decided to push it and not send her back until 6:30.
That gave him a good hour to loosen her up.
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