"You're going to exhaust yourself," he whispered in her ear. "We're going to be here for a while. Just relax."
In tiny increments, she made her muscles let go.
After a few minutes, her legs settled loosely around his hips.
She let him set the pace.
He kissed her neck, and Hermione stroked his scalp with her nails. Judging by his shuddery sigh, he liked it.
His pelvis shifted, and he ground into her clit, his version of a thank you.
In twenty minutes she was full-on mindless.
The pleasure generated by the friction of their bodies would build to a medium heat and then simmer, build again, and simmer.
Then he'd start on her neck again, and she'd flare back up only to fizzle back down a few minutes later.
He kept whispering in her ear, telling her how good she felt and that he was going to let her come soon.
After forty-five minutes she didn't know if she believed him anymore.
He'd surly fuck her into insanity and never let her come.
Lucifer's knees and back were getting tired, but he still felt steady and calm.
Her pussy just continued to get louder and louder the longer he went.
She'd gone limp, and he wondered if she'd dropped off.
Lucifer pulled away from her throat, which appeared rather mangled, and turned her face to his.
Tears stood in her eyes, and he stopped short, thinking she was hurt after all. "What's wrong, love?"
Hermione was afraid if she said anything she'd start bawling.
"Are you in pain?"
She shook her head.
"Are you sore?"
Her head shook again.
"Do you need a break?"
Another shake no and a tear slid down her face.
Lucifer reached up and ran his thumb over her cheek, wiping it away as he slowly began to move inside her again. "Are you tired?"
She nodded.
"Are you ready to come?"
As soon as he said it, she burst into tears.
"Oh God, love, don't cry," he murmured, kissing away her tears. "You can come. What do you need?"
She couldn't talk; her throat was too tight, and she knew if she spoke, she'd be gasping and hiccuping, completely incomprehensible.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, feeling ridiculous for making such a fuss.
Lucifer knew she was just tired. It had been a long and eventful night.
He kissed his way back to her ear and whispered, "Is this what you need, love? Just nod your head."
She did.
"You should have told me you needed to come so badly. I would have let you. I wasn't trying to torture you. Are you close?"
Another nod.
Lucifer reached between them and spread her lips, making sure her clit was rubbing directly against him.
She let out a deep breath when he picked up the pace. "How does that feel?" he said, nuzzling her ear.
Her nod seemed more enthusiastic that time, and he smiled into her hair. "Your neck looks as if you were attacked by a dehydrated vampire."
A smile tittered at her lips, and she pulled him closer.
"You're going to get hot wearing a turtleneck tomorrow."
She grinned.
"That's my girl. I'm going to imagine hearing your pussy begging for me in middle of the day."
Hermione breathed out a shaky giggle.
"My palms are going to be chapped."
Her hand went to the back of his neck and buried in his hair.
"Do you need me to go faster?"
"...Y-yes," she whispered.
"That's my good girl," he purred, speeding up. "I know you're ready. Come for me. I want to feel you all around me. I need it. Show me what a good girl you are."
Hermione was distantly disturbed by how turned on she was by his repeated assurance that she was a good girl, but her pussy had no such qualms and turned up the heat.
He licked her neck and nipped her ear. "I know what would make you come," he muttered.
"You need something in your arse, don't you? You want me to flip you over right now and fuck your sore, red bottom. Oh fuck!" He hissed through his teeth as her pussy gave a short warning spasm.
"I'm going to stuff your arse so full you're going to choke on it. How can you be so good and so naughty at the same time?"
Right on the edge, she wailed out a rough, "Please!"
"If you don't come for me right now, I'm going to turn you over my knee and find out how many fingers we can fit up your tight little arsehole. Ready?"
Her body went stiff; her pussy rolled to a roar.
Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids and she started to shake.
"There you are." He grinned as her death grip tightened. "You're mine, aren't you?"
She couldn't form words. Her mouth fall slack in a silent moan, and her pussy began to convulse; her whole body followed its undulations like a whip.
If her muscles weren't frozen tight, she would have needed a neck brace to keep her brain from scrambling.
Lucifer let her riptide pull him out to sea.
The dull numbness that had taken over his cock suddenly reversed, and it seemed he could feel every cell in her pussy.
He buried a deafening growl in her shoulder, pounding his seed as deep as it would go.
She continued to slowly ripple around him as he came down, shuddering and panting next to his ear, each aftershock jerking through her body.
As soon as he could think, Lucifer turned her face to his.
She looked deranged with exhaustion, but she'd ceased her crying.
He kissed her softly, and she shivered as another aftershock hit. "Feeling better, love?"
Hermione gave him a dopey nod.
He grinned and kissed her again.
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