They spent a good deal of the day reading and talking.
Lucifer was having a nice time, and he appreciated the calibre of conversation; but he couldn't stop groping her.
She seemed equally handsy, exploring his body through his clothes as they discussed the latest article in Transfigure Enthusiast.
Just having someone who shared his interests and could provide intelligent discourse on the subject made him want to bend her over the couch and shag the hell out of her.
Unable to resist his suggestive imagination any longer, he pulled her from her seat. "Let's go see what's for dinner."
"Dinner? We just ate lunch a couple of hours ago. Are you hungry again?"
"Ravenous," he muttered, dragging her into the kitchen.
"Lucifer, what are you doing?" She grinned to herself, weaving her fingers through his.
"We're going to try an experiment." He opened some cupboard and nodded at the boxes and canned goods they had purchased, with some already inside, "Do you think you can rearrange some of this?"
"Um . . . I don't know."
He moved her in front of him and studied the shelves over her shoulder. "If you dismantle this monstrosity, I'll make it worth your while."
They hadn't shagged all day.
She'd been hinting how much she wanted his dick, but she thought it rather greedy to demand sex from her boyfriend at every possible moment.
This sounded like her chance to strike.
With only a slight hesitation, she started randomly moving things about, destroying her alphabetical order for the possibility he was offering.
She didn't want the hotel's kitchen to be a testament to her neurotic nature, and he was giving her an out.
Lucifer smiled.
If she had just moved a few cans and boxes, he would have been happy; but she was leaving cupboard in shambles.
"All right, all right," he murmured, putting his hand over hers to still her. "That's good enough. How do you feel?"
She bit her lip. Be honest, Hermione. "Sort of out of control. Like I'm running down the street naked."
He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, turning her face up to his. "If you need to fix this later, I'll understand. But I hope you'll see that your world does not spin on the axis of a regimented pantry. Good things will happen and bad things will happen, but not because the beans aren't next to the corn."
Hermione smiled and rested her cheek on his chest.
She hoped letting go would be that easy.
Lucifer bent down and tipped back her head, pressing his lips to hers.
Her tongue eagerly met his, and he grunted as she slid into his mouth.
Her arms went around his neck, holding him captive for the most welcome imprisonment ever.
Backing her into the counter, he slid his hands to the front of her jeans and unfastened the zip.
Hermione was glad she had both him and the counter to hold her up.
He leaned down and shoved her jeans below her hips then grasped her waist and lifted her to sit on the countertop. 'Ah! Cold!'
Lucifer backed away from her, pulling her jeans and knickers down her legs.
She had on a pair of pink fuzzy socks, which seemed to be doubling as slippers.
Peeling them off, he left her naked from the waist down.
Her eyes had gone dark with lust, her chest visibly rising and falling with each labored breath. "Lift up your arms, pet."
Hermione smiled and shot her hands into the air so he could pull off her shirt.
He tossed it aside and wrapped his arms around her, his palms skimming
her back and finding her bra catch.
He had it off her in a flash, his eyes locking on her bare chest.
She leaned back a little so he could see more clearly, "We've never had sex in the kitchen before, right?"
One corner of his mouth curled up. "Accio whipped cream."
She laughed as he caught the can in one hand and started to shake it. "Is that for you or me?"
"I'm having pie. I have no idea what you're having. Pull up those knees and spread your legs. Presentation is an important component of a satisfying meal."
Hermione leaned back against the wall next to the window.
Her left foot found a nice pseudo-stirrup on the lip of the sink, her right was hitched at the edge of the counter.
She realized that, once again, she was starkers while he still wore all his clothes.
Couldn't they play ice cream parlor with him naked?
Lucifer tilted his head to one side, getting a good look at her cute crease before covering her in condiments.
There was a tiny glint of shine just visible in her seam.
He would have her sparkling in no time.
Putting the tip of the nozzle at the apex of her slit, he drew a white line down the length of her crack.
Exquisite. He dragged over one of the chairs from the table and sat before his plate.
Placing his hands on her inner thighs, he held her wider and tucked in.
Hermione inhaled sharply as he began to lick away the creamy coating.
He started at the top, right over her clit, and worked his way down.
She stared at him, mesmerized by the sight of his face mashed into her whipped pussy.
His tongue wove through her folds, and the lower he went, the more she curled up to make his job easier.
His line had stopped at her perineum, but his tongue had spread the cream deeper.
When he lapped the remains from her crinkled notch, she almost fell off the counter.
Lucifer smiled to himself, planting his hands firmly on her thighs so she didn't wiggle her way to a broken back.
Now that he knew how much she fancied a tossed salad, he'd dole it out incrementally.
He wanted her thinking about some backdoor options, but he needed to keep some tricks up his sleeve for a rainy day.
Hermione wondered just what else Lucifer could do to her that he hadn't already done.
She knew he was far more sexually experienced, but she'd never thought about all the stuff they hadn't explored yet.
Maybe he wanted things to get kinkier.
Or maybe he was just pushing her boundaries a little.
She wanted to ruminate on the possibilities, but as soon as his tongue slid up her pussy and his nose found her clit, her brain lost all cognitive capabilities.
Reaching down with one hand, she ran her fingers through his greasy hair and stroked his head. "Mmmmm!"
Lucifer sucked his way through her inner layers, cleaning every pocket and peak.
When he could find no more cream to sate his appetite, he sat back to inspect his work.
Her entire pussy was soaked, wet from his feasting as much as her arousal.
He tongued off a last remaining speck from her left cheek then picked up the can again.
Drawing a fluffy line down her inner thigh, he nibbled and licked his way to her knee.
Her entire leg was trembling, the excitement bouncing through her muscles like bacon dancing on a griddle.
'Calm down. I've got you.' He licked his way down her calf, tasting her sans sugar.
'So sweet.' Holding her foot in one hand, he dispensed a dollop on her big toe.
'Let's see what else you like.' He met her heated gaze and sucked her toe into his mouth.
"Unh!" Her leg jerked in his grip, but her eyes rolled back as his tongue swirled around the first little piggy.
It was far more pleasurable than she'd assumed.
She wasn't really into feet, never thought to ask him to do it.
Lucifer kissed each toe, grinning at her hungry expression. "Should I do the other foot, or is it time to taste those candy nipples?"
Hermione put her other foot on his shoulder.
He chuckled and wrapped his hand around her ankle. "Do you like being my dessert, pet?"
She nodded. She'd be any meal he wanted.
Lucifer drew a line down her arch then proceeded to eat it off, laving the ticklish sole of her foot.
He wasn't worried about the cleanliness of her feet.
He'd been the one scrubbing her in the tub the night before; he knew how clean she was.
She tasted nice, even without the sugar.
He wanted lick every inch of her.
When he got to her toes, he started at the little one, nipping and sucking his way to the largest.
Before beginning the main course, he wiped a dot of residual cream from the tip of the nozzle onto her toenail, painting it white.
Hermione moaned as her other toe got mauled in his mouth.
His teeth playfully bit into her skin, and he sucked her so hard her pussy leaked with envy.
Once she was clean, he nuzzled his way back up her other leg, tasting her thigh and giving its juicy meat a quick bite.
She jumped and reached for his head, tugging his hair to move him back toward her pussy.
He wanted to go back there too, but not yet.
Grazing her slit with his nose, he took a deep breath to tide him over. "Sit up tall, pet. Show me your tits."
She arched her back into his face, dying to feel the suction of his mouth.
He pressed her breasts together and buried his face in the valley.
Hermione felt his tongue wiggling over her breastbone, leaving a wet trail cooling in its wake.
His hair tickled her nipples and made her shiver. "Please suck me, sir."
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