She nodded.
Watching her closely, Lucifer slipped a single finger past her engorged entrance.
She groaned, spreading her legs wider, and the glistening pink of her pussy shone in the candlelight.
Lucifer smirked and added another finger. Her inner muscles greeted him with a slick squeeze.
He tried another finger.
"Luciiffferrrr," she whimpered, her hips grinding in an eager circle.
He looked up. "Are you ready? I can—"
"I'm ready!" She reached down and gripped his wrist to push his fingers even deeper. "Are you? Do you want me to suck you first? I can—AHHHhhhh!"
Lucifer curled his fingers back and forth a few more times before slowly pulling out. "You'll have to show me your oral skills later," he said with some regret, "when I actually need them."
Hermione smiled broadly as he slowly kissed his way up her body.
He took a slight detour to taste her nipples, which she encouraged, her hands grasping at his neck and shoulders as she breathed his praises on a steady loop.
"She told me you were so—Oh!" she gasped.
He released her nipple with a pop of suction and glanced up. "You didn't know I was so what?"
"So … orally generous," she panted. "Merlin's balls, Lucifer!"
Pleased by her assessment, he crawled up to face her, his hips settling between her open thighs. "Are you sure you're ready for this? I could warm you up at bit more before we begin."
"If I get any warmer, I'm gonna set the bed on fire!" Eschewing any pretense of polite patience, she reached down between them and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
Lucifer hissed but couldn't resist thrusting into her tight grip.
Her teeth sank into her lower lip, and she appeared to be concentrating very hard as she swiped his head through her folds.
Lucifer hissed louder, by how good it felt to be bathed in her wet heat.
He wasn't even inside her yet, and already his body crackled with tension, ready to explode.
"Slowly," he warned her.
Nodding, she guided him into the pocket of her entrance and then—blessedly— went still. "Okay. I'm ready. Don't go in too fast, though. It's first time for me… others don't even acknowledge being divided."
He had absolutely no idea what she was mumbling, but had no intention of plowing into her.
He'd never be able to withstand that kind of sensory overload; it would end him before he began.
And he certainly didn't want to hurt her or cause her to regret her desire for him.
He didn't want to waste this opportunity to be something unexpected, something good.
Sweet Circe, he'd never wanted to be so good for anyone in his entire life.
And he didn't know how to feel about that.
Lucifer shifted forward ever so slightly and winced as he inched into the ring of satin fire at her entrance.
Her mouth fell open, a gasp in the back of her throat.
Her brown eyes went wide, but she kept her hand steady around his cock.
She didn't try to pull away or stop him, which he assumed she would if he started to hurt her.
It took an absolute eternity to ease inside her, but he didn't dare accelerate the process.
It already felt as though he had an extra heartbeat in his knob, and it didn't seem wise to push that pounding pulse any faster.
When he was halfway in, she released his sex and wound both arms around his back.
At first she ran her hands along his spine, which he found rather soothing, but the deeper he went, the more desperate her stroking became.
By the time his glans went past her cervix, marking how deep he could go, she was clutching at his back, her fingers boring into the muscle, her nails like cat claws.
"Are you all right?" he asked, not sounding too steady himself.
"Yeah," she whispered tightly. "Just … give me a minute, okay?"
He nodded.
She swallowed hard, and he saw that her eyes had far more shine than they had when he started.
"I'm hurting you," he said, horrified he'd missed the warning signs. "Let me—"
"No!" She squeezed her legs around his hips so he couldn't pull out. "I'm okay. I promise. It's just … more intense than I was told. It feels like you're all the way up in my chest, like you're fucking my heart."
Her tone suggested she meant that in a good way.
An encouraging smile flickered over her face, but when it faded, her forehead scrunched back up in an anxious knot.
Lucifer shifted his weight to one elbow and raised his other hand to her face.
He gently stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb and then leaned down to kiss the worried pucker from her brow.
"Would you prefer to be on top?" he asked. "It might help your body relax if you're in control. I know you said you don't like being restrained in any way."
"No," she breathed. "This is good—really. Try moving a little."
He pulled out ever so slightly and then curled his hips to slip back in.
"Mmmm!" Her nails pricked his back.
"Was that a good mmm, or a bad mmm?" Lucifer asked, utterly unsure.
"Good," she said through gritted teeth. "Do it again."
He did, inhaling sharply when she began to wiggle beneath him.
It felt as if she wanted to buck and ride but was afraid to move.
Her hips barely shifted, yet the internal change felt like a liquid fist rippling along his length.
Following her request, he gently pulled out a little then thrust back in, just enough to bump the back of her passage.
"Yes," she whispered, her breath warm against his lips. "That's good. Just a little faster."
The tip of Lucifer's tailbone started to hum with warning, an inner tension that foretold his doom.
When his bollocks began to rise, he closed his eyes and breathed as deeply as he could in an effort to forestall their race to the finish.
He moved inside her with purpose, his pelvis tight against her clit to help nudge her in the right direction.
She was doing a lot of the work herself, though, grinding hard at the top of each thrust.
It felt as if she'd bathed his entire groin in slippery oil, which muted the friction in a strange way, his cock coated in a silken buffer.
Buoyed by the sloppy wet squelch of every incursion, his confidence soared, and a hesitant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
But he knew he couldn't celebrate yet, because his cock loved the sound even more than his ears, and the threat of beating her to the finish line suddenly seemed inevitable.
Desperate, Lucifer lowered his lips to her ear. "Are you close?"
"Oh gods!" she muttered, her hips moving even faster. "Say it again."
His brow dipped, confused as to why he need repeat himself. "I asked if you're close. Because I don't know how much longer I can last—you feel too good." He had to stop talking to catch his breath. "I'll eat your pussy after this and make you come again … as many times as you want … as many times as you can stand."
She whimpered, and her restrained bucking became more vicious. "Lucifer … I'm so close. Keep talking … tell me to come … tell me what you want to do to me."
It suddenly clicked. She wanted to hear him talk—explicitly.
He'd found his golden ticket.
Lucifer closed his eyes and prayed for the right words to appear in his mouth, his brain feeling empty, "Come for me, Granger."
"Hermione," she corrected breathlessly.
"Hermione," he repeated, gasping as the tension in his balls wound tight. "I want you … to come all over me. Let me feel you."
"Mmmmm," a needy whine echoed behind her lips. Her legs flexed against his hips.
Feeling more confident, Lucifer took a deep breath and made a quick decision about what direction to take with the commentary. "You're so wet. It sounds as though this little pussy is begging to come."
That must have been a good one, because she cried out, and her channel contracted around him.
"That's it," he hissed, "let go … give me everything you have. I can feel you getting close. You're right on the edge, aren't you?"
It wasn't really a question—they both knew she was—but she frantically nodded nonetheless.
"Yessss," he murmured. "Are you ready for me to fuck you harder now?"
She nodded again, her breathing shaky and fast.
Bracing himself, Lucifer added a touch of speed, which almost backfired and did him in.
Luckily her moaning drowned out his own.
"Don't hold back," he growled in her ear. "I want to feel you coming all over my cock … do you understand me? I want my name on your lips. I want the whole damn school to hear you. I want this pussy flooding the bed for me."
She whimpered and sank her nails into his shoulder.
"I'm going to fuck you in every corner of this room," he panted, "and you're going to come for me … all … night … long."
"Mmm-aaAAHH!" Her strangled moan opened to a shout, and she rode him from below, no longer restrained at all.
Her inner muscles wrenched out a furious rhythm, and Lucifer hissed into her hair, his face pressed to the pillow.
White light exploded behind his eyelids, and he groaned as the pressure in his sac finally burst—relief surged from his cock in what felt like geysers of semen.
He knew he couldn't possibly have that much fluid in his balls, but, at the same time, was positive he wouldn't be able to see straight when it was all over.
"Luc-er-!"
He shuddered against her, the pleasure pulsing through his body like rays of light, and he felt a trickle of sweat skate down his neck, a paradoxical tickle amidst the bombardment of intensity.
He was suddenly aware of how hot they both were, the perspiration slick between them, but he had no intention of getting up—not even when it was over.
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