She parted her legs to give him more room, and he aimed his cock into her slurping snatch.
He rested against her, pushing her hair out of the way so he could bury his face in her neck. "Can you breathe?"
She smiled. "Yes." He was heavy, but she preferred having him right up against her.
"Do you like having that plug filling your arse while I fill your pussy?" he rumbled in her ear.
A shiver rolled down her spine, making her skin prickle. "Yes, sir."
"I could tell by the screaming. Our neighbors are going to call the police on us."
She shook her head. "The flat's warded. No one can hear us."
"Damn," he muttered with a small nip to her neck. "I was hoping to be famous in the morning."
Hermione laughed. "Trying to drum up more business?"
He smirked, slowly rocking against her soft arse.
He wished he could sleep like that all night. "No. And I told you, this isn't business, it's pleasure."
She smiled. "Are you ready to come?"
"No." I want to stay right here. "Are you uncomfortable?"
"No. I fancy it."
"Then just relax. I want to make sure you're worn out enough to sleep tonight."
He gently ground his hips into her padded bum, stroking his cock in and out of her at a languid pace.
If he could stay inside her like this for years it wouldn't be enough for him.
He circled his hips, smiling at her contented moan.
This was the best vacation he could ever remember.
He wouldn't squander his time with her.
Assuming nothing unplanned arose, they could spend a nice leisurely day snogging on the sofa.
He would work her up to a whimpering frenzy and then take her to bed.
Bed. What a mysterious word. It was completely mundane in most settings, but somehow in her presence it took on an erotic quality that made his balls tighten with longing.
Bed was where they belonged, their natural habitat.
He wouldn't mind taking her on spotless kitchen counter either.
They could buff it to a high shine that would leave her feeling satisfied with both her need to clean and her need to come.
After twenty more minutes of slow thrusting, Lucifer felt his bollocks switch gears.
He grunted into her sweaty neck and sank his teeth into her salty skin.
She moaned loudly and writhed beneath him, fanning the flames to an inferno. "Are you close again, pet?"
Hermione nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
Lucifer reached around her and wedged his hand between her pelvis and the bed, teasing her bulging clit with his middle finger.
Her breathing became shaky.
She was ready to blow.
"I want this bed nice and wet," he growled in her ear. "I want your juice running down my cock."
Her eyes rolled back in her head. The gravel in his voice abraded her clit, adding another layer of friction to his shagging. "Huh!"
Licking a line along the shell of her ear, he breathed over the wet trail, making sure she felt as well as heard his words. "Come for me, Hermione."
He didn't need to request it; she was already there. "Unnnnnh!"
Her sheath undulated around him, and he came with a gasp.
His balls rode high, pulling to a taut knot before releasing their baggage.
He grunted her name, and his vision went dim for several seconds as his dick ejected every particle of his being into her sweet pussy.
A smile slid over Hermione's lips as he dropped his face into her hair and rested his forehead against her cranium.
This was home. "Stay inside me till you fall out."
He breathed out a tired chuckle. "You'll have to keep being my pillow."
"I don't mind," she said with a smile. "You'll be mine later."
Lucifer kissed the back of her neck, sighing as he finally started to catch his breath. 'It's one of the perks of the job.'
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Lucifer felt the warmth of morning sunlight on his face, but he couldn't yet bring himself to open his eyes.
He didn't feel her hair tickling his chest, so she must have already gotten up. 'Maybe if I lie here long enough, she'll come back....'
Something brushed his cheek, and he opened his eyes to find her orange cat, bright as the sunrise itself, two inches from his face.
Pulling back slightly, he gave the feline a wary stare.
Crooks scrutinized his roommate, peering into Lucifer's black eyes as if searching for an answer in the annals of his brain.
Lucifer felt as if he were on the witness stand again.
"Where's your mistress?" he asked in a croaky whisper.
Crooks didn't answer, he just poked his face closer to Lucifer's honking nose and sniffed, whiskers twitching.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's impolite to stare?"
"Maow," Crookshanks replied with a yawn.
Lucifer put his fingers to the cat's forehead, rubbing back between his ears; and Crookshanks sprawled himself over his shoulder, making it clear he wanted more.
Smirking, Lucifer scratched the cat's thick fur, closing his eyes and hoping sleep would find him again.
"Crookshanks, I told you not to bother him," Hermione whispered from the door.
Both man and cat looked over at her with the same imperious expression: Crooks seeming to say "don't bother me now," while Lucifer had more of a "why are you not in bed with me?" attitude.
"I made breakfast," she told them both.
"Porridge?" he asked, not really caring what she'd made so long as he ate something soon.
"No, I made muffins and eggs. But I can make you porridge if you like."
He held out his hand to her, and she slid into bed next to him, smiling and petting his head the same way he was petting her cat.
"Muffins sound good," he rasped. His voice always took a while to warm up. "Why don't you give me a little preview right now."
Hermione grinned at him. "A preview?"
"Sit on my face and I'll tell you if it needs butter or jam."
Hermione laughed. "You look pretty out of it. Maybe you should eat first—build up your strength."
"That's what I'm trying to do, girl. A balanced breakfast starts with honeyed muffin. Stop starving me."
Snorting, she nodded at Crookshanks. "I thought you didn't like being watched."
He gave the cat a pleading look. "This is my last day of freedom. Don't make me beg."
Crookshanks yawned again, but rose stiffly and wobbled to the edge of the bed in acquiescence.
Lucifer set him gently on the floor so he wouldn't jump and crack a hip.
The cat wandered around the bed and out the door without a backward glance.
"We're alone," he rumbled. "Take off those blasted pajamas. I'm famished."
Smiling, Hermione stripped off her clothes and snuggled in close to him.
Lucifer relaxed into the warmth of her softness.
His hand slid down to her breast, and he gave her nipple a welcoming tug. "Straddle my face, pet. I've been dreaming about eating your wet little pussy all night."
She kissed his chin,"Do you want me to suck your dick while you lick me?"
His mouth curled into a smile. "I don't think I'm quite up for that yet. But I might take you up on it later. Come on," he said, rolling over and getting in a better position. "Hold onto the headboard."
She couldn't stop grinning as she carefully got into place above him.
Sinking down, she gasped as his mouth met her slit.
His tongue wiggled up between her lips, making her moan.
Gripping the headboard, she stared down at the top of his head, watching his eyebrows twitch as he burrowed into her sex.
All morning she'd been on a low-level of anticipation, eager to wake him up and spend the day with him; but now her simmering arousal was being tongued to a boiling point.
He teased her patiently, lapping through her folds and dancing over her clit.
In less than ten minutes she was on the verge of overflowing.
Lucifer smiled into her musky fissure. She was drenched and ready to go off like a rocket.
If he looked up, he could just see the underside of her tits jiggling above him.
'This is one hell of a way to start the day....'
He should get rid of his alarm clock and just have her smother him with her pussy every morning.
Sliding his tongue into her creaming entrance, he nuzzled her clit with the top of his nose.
It was mildly difficult to breathe, but hopefully he would inhale some of her juice so he could smell her all day.
Hermione shouted his name as she came, her body bucking over his face.
Every muscle tensed to stone then she spasmed and shuddered as she fell into release. "Lucifer!"
Her hips gradually lost steam as the orgasm rolled away.
She slowed to a stop, lifting off of him so he could breathe. "You all right?"
He nodded and wiped at his chin. "Excellent."
Crawling down to face him, Hermione smiled at his wet cheeks.
She swiped her thumb along his mouth and then leaned in and kissed him.
The primal scent of her sex clung to his lips and tongue.
She'd never been so turned on by her own fluids before.
Lucifer felt his cock waking up as she licked him clean. 'Not yet. I need coffee first. And food.'
"Leave your pussy nice and wet for me," he muttered. "I want to smell you all day."
Hermione nodded with a small smile. "Are you sure you don't want me to suck you?"
"Later. I need breakfast now."
She kissed the tip of his nose and climbed out of bed, only stopping to pull on her bathrobe before heading to the kitchen. "I'll get your coffee ready."
"You're an angel," he muttered. 'My juicy angel.'
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