Lucifer leaned forward, and she felt hot breath warm her right nipple.
A shiver rattled through her.
He was inches away from touching her.
One large hand slid up to cup her right breast, and his lips closed over the peaked tip.
The wet heat of his mouth made her knees go wobbly.
Pulling away, Lucifer took in her hooded eyes and slack jaw.
He'd only wanted a taste to satisfy his curiosity. It was better than he'd imagined.
'I might need to make a habit of this....' Her small growing tits were a bloody marvel. So soft.
And, Lucifer had a feeling, they will get much bigger, later.
But for now, he wanted to hear her gasp again.
Latching on to the other breast, he rolled the pebbled nipple against his tongue.
Another sharp breath, and Hermione shuddered in his hands.
He let go, amused by her disappointed whimper.
"Back on your knees, witch."
'I could cut diamonds with this thing...'
When he went to pull his pajamas down, Hermione touched his fingers tentatively. "Please . . . may I, sir?" she asked, sinking to her knees.
He nodded once. "Very well."
Her hands were immediately all over him, running along the column of his flesh concealed by wool.
It wad undone with a reverence that made his cock weep. She pulled his boxers over his erection and just stared at it.
It was even slightly bigger than she remembered.
Still red and angry looking, but all for her.
Hermione wanted to worship at his altar (forever and ever amen).
She wanted to taste him and make him moan.
'I need to see more of him. Now!'
Lucifer lifted his hips to help her again, as she pulled down his night pajamas before and now boxers, his swollen staff bouncing just inches away from her face.
When his clothes were around his ankles, Hermione ran her hands up his thighs and gave him an inquisitive look, asking his permission.
His eyes burned into hers. "Go on," he rumbled.
Timid but determined, Hermione reached out and skimmed her fingertips over his shaft.
Encircling him, she pumped once, her grip sure.
When his breath hitched, she smiled.
Her thumb glided over his engorged knob.
So smooth. Like silk.
Bowing her head, Hermione rubbed the satin skin of the head across her cheek.
Lucifer growled softly, and his grip on the armrests tightened.
A small patch of wetness shone on her skin, identifying the path of his sex over her face.
She either didn't know it was there or didn't care; she made no move to wipe it away.
Bringing him to her lips, Hermione licked away the drop of pre-cum that had collected, groaning at the taste of hot, musky flesh searing her tongue.
She wanted more, wanted to get drunk on him.
Her tongue slid into the slitted tip, trying to get it all.
She heard the muttered "fuck" above her but never noticed his knuckles going white.
As his glans disappeared into the warm, wet confines of her mouth, a hissed inhale whipped through his teeth.
Minx.
Luxuriating in the feel of her, Lucifer took note of her soft, naked body resting between his thighs, the small hand guiding his dick past her slick lips.
The memory would undoubtedly be called upon later.
He let her get reacquainted for a minute, her tongue mapping out every inch, charting the territory.
"Excellent," he sighed. "Use your other hand on my balls."
Fingers grazing his inner thigh, Hermione cupped his testes, massaging them against her palm and rolling them around.
She didn't know what he liked since he never complained, but Hermione must have done something right now, because she felt his hands shift to her head and start stroking her hair.
"Suck them." He slid lower, giving her better access.
He sounded much more relaxed, and Hermione smiled, kissing the dark sac before sucking one of his bollocks past her lips.
His growly directives were making her wet again.
It was slightly unpleasant having his pubic hair in her mouth, but his muttered string of curses made it worth it.
'I'd do it again (and again) just to hear him lose control.'
Lucifer tightened his grip on her brown curls when she switched balls.
So willing. Just like every time.
A small wet pop sounded as she released him.
He was about to tell her what to do next when he felt her lift his sac and dart her tongue beneath.
'Bloody hell...'
Lucifer snapped his mouth shut. If she wanted to shove her tongue under his balls he'd damn well let her.
Hermione had read that some men enjoyed having their perineum stimulated and hoped he wouldn't mind if she did some experimenting.
His legs opened wider, and she took that as encouragement to continue.
The angle wasn't quite right, so she sank down lower and turned her head.
'Blimey, it's really dark under here....'
The only light came from the window, and she couldn't really see what she was doing.
'Where's a simple Lumos when you need it?'
Hermione wasn't totally sure how far back she should go.
'How big is the perineum? Drawings are such rubbish. I need scale models.'
Pressing her tongue up a little harder, she curled it back and forth.
Her hands assisted, trying to spread things out and get some more light on her subject.
Engrossed in her task, Hermione didn't notice that her boyfriend was no longer whispering a litany of expletives.
Lucifer could barely breathe, let alone speak. His hands had abandoned her hair in favor of the chair, and he was seconds away from tearing off the arms.
Her wet, questing muscle was millimeters from finding his arse, and some part of his body was overriding his brain's commands to warn her.
(He had several guesses as to which part might have seized power.)
It was too much, too unexpected. He was losing control.
"Stop," Lucifer choked out. "Fuck!"
Hermione pulled away, peering up at him and biting her lower lip.
"Where the hell did you learn that?" he panted.
"Did I do it wrong? I read about it in a book."
A surprised chuckle bubbled up from his chest. 'Well, of course..'
He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he started to shake in silent laughter.
The more Lucifer thought about it, the funnier it got. "Read what?"
How to Eat your Boyfriend's Arse: A guide for beginners?
Smiling shyly, Hermione answered, "Stimulating the perineum."
The silent laughter took over him again. "You've succeeded beyond your wildest dreams."
"If you didn't like it, I won't do it again."
Lucifer beckoned her closer and held her face in his hands, stroking his thumbs along her soft skin. "I liked it immensely. However, it was, and still is, my desire to watch you swallow my seed tonight. Had you continued on your course, you would have spent the rest of the evening trying to get it all out of your hair."
"Oh." Triumph brightened her eyes.
Lucifer sat back and guided her face toward his throbbing erection. "Continue."
Her tongue crept out, flicking around the underside as she took him in.
Lucifer guided her head up and down until she got the rhythm.
She caught on quickly. Leaning back, he watched her bushy brunette head bob up and down his length.
The tension coiled in his pelvis.
Relaxing into it, he distractedly played with her hair.
The sound of owls hooting came from behind him, and Lucifer let his eyes fall closed.
Her mouth was heavenly.
This was the most peaceful he'd been in ages.
Lucifer'd gladly spend hours watching her devour his cock.
Alas, she was new to such games; her jaw would be cramping soon.
Another blessed quiet minute passed.
Beginning to thrust up into her mouth, he kept his movements small to avoid choking her.
He'd save that for another night.
One of her hands wrapped around his shaft, twisting and squeezing, following her mouth.
Hermione expertly matched his hips movements. Smart girl. "You're my good little cock sucker, aren't you?"
Unable to talk, she could only hum her agreement. "MmHm."
"Yesss. Tell me how much you like it." She praised his manhood the best she could with it stuffed in her mouth.
The vibrations were perfection, buzzing through his skin straight to his balls.
Lucifer wasn't pushed over the edge, he fell willingly, letting the sensations overtake him. Sweet release.
"Swallow it all," he rumbled before erupting in her eager mouth.
Warm cream coated the back of her throat and tongue.
She swallowed it quickly.
His feral grunting made her pussy clench, and Hermione rocked her hips in time with his praise, wishing she had something to rub against.
When he went boneless against the chair, she stopped swallowing and gently released him, peeking up at his face.
A soft smile lit the corners of his mouth.
He looked so peaceful, Hermione didn't want to disturb him.
Knees screaming from kneeling on the hard stones, she leaned back to sit on the floor.
Her burning bum quickly reminded her how the night had started.
Easing over to sit on her hip, she tried to twist around and assess the damage.
Lucifer snickered from the chair. "I can heal that if you'd like."
"No!" Hermione looked horrified at his suggestion. "I like it," she added quietly.
Shaking his head with a small smile, he leaned down to pull up his pajamas.
Her gaze followed his every move, and he could feel her eyes on his crotch as he packed it all in.
Meeting her stare, Lucifer smirked, "Bloody hell, Granger. You can't possibly want more."
Looking away, Hermione blushed, affirming that that was, indeed, what she wanted.
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