"Stand closer," Hermione whispered. "Show me what you like."
He snapped back to reality and looked down at her.
She'd spread her legs so he could stand between them.
His hand went back to his cock, and he set an easy pace to keep things going.
Hermione couldn't keep her eyes still, roaming over his torso then back to his cock, up to his face then back to his cock.
"Show me how you like your balls touched," she panted. 'Bloody hell, I sound like I'm in heat....'
Samael let go of his throbbing length and stoked his sac.
Her eyes stayed glued to his actions, as if she were taking a class on ball handling.
He smirked at her as he pulled at his bollocks, and his dick jumped in excited agreement.
"Are you close?" she whispered, looking into his face.
"Yes." 'Of course I'm close. Can't you see my dick is purple?'
He switched hands, gripping the bedpost to stay steady. His brain was starting to reel from lack of blood.
"Is this how Lucifer usually do things?" Hermione asked.
"Do things?" he echoed back with a laugh.
"Wank," she restated.
"He don't usually get starkers, but yeah, pretty much." His dick was starting to ache; he needed to finish soon, but he wanted to make it last.
"I used to come in the bath a lot . . . and the shower," she said just to see how he'd react.
"Bloody hell, Granger."
She blushed. "I couldn't stop."
"Couldn't stop?"
"That showerhead is addicting."
"Fuck." He could just picture her getting off in the tub every night.
"Tell me how you did it."
Hermione gave him a wicked smile, holding his gaze. "In the tub, I usually sank down real low and pulled my knees up to my chest. If I set the nozzle just right, it left my hands free so I could touch my tits."
Samael's jaw flexed in a hard line of effort.
She was so sexy sitting on her bed, talking about how she got off . . . even with all her clothes on.
Her cheeks flared with pink when she continued.
"Sometimes I'd keep the water on my bum and use my hands on my pussy. Sometimes the other way around."
"Bloody fucking hell," he whispered. "How long does it take you to come like that?"
She shrugged. "A few minutes."
"A few minutes? I can't believe you!"
She laughed. "Well, I couldn't stop. I came till I was exhausted."
His breathing was getting too fast and short; he tried to slow everything down. "It's not even hard to imagine knowing everything...."
"I almost passed out once."
Samael started laughing. "How many times did you come?"
"I lost count. Way over ten."
"Bloody hell, Granger!"
Her head canted to one side, studying his hand as he pumped his cock. "Samael, how often do Lucifer get off?"
"I dunno. At least every other day, usually more."
"What does he think about?"
He didn't know if he should tell her. Sod it. "You mostly."
"Me?" she said, surprised.
"Of course, you idiot!"
"What does he think about most?"
"I am not given permission to answer that question...."
"Please...."
Just tell her one...
"When you squirted all over Lucifer's desk with his finger up your bum."
Hermione's face flared red. 'You should see what he does when you're not around.....'
That was weirdly touching. She kept her eyes on his hand.
He kept slowing down and squeezing the head. "Come for me, Samael. I can tell you're trying to hold off. Stop fighting it. I want to see."
He couldn't deny her request. His hand sped up, and he watched her watch him.
"Yes," she whispered. His dick was dripping. "Your cock looks amazing. So hard. Let me see you come."
'Fucking hell....'
His body convulsed unexpectedly, and he turned to come on the edge of the bed.
The creamy streams of spunk shot out with a velocity he wasn't expecting.
The first huge wad landed on Hermione's jeans, leaving a white streak on her thigh.
He couldn't stop staring at it as he shot the rest on the duvet.
"Bugger," he panted. "I'm sorry, Hermione."
Pulling out her wand, Hermione shrugged. "No problem. I've got it."
The pearly puddle disappeared from her leg, and she smiled sweetly at him as she cleaned off her bed as well.
"Lucifer's going to be pissed off." Sighing, he leaned on the bed for support as he recovered.
"Why?"
Shaking his head at her, Samael has back a response, "Well, I'd be pretty pissed off if some bloke came on my girlfriend. Even if it was an accident."
"You are not some bloke, don't forget the origin!"
"Whatever, I am just a clone to bring excitement in your lives, aren't I? Besides, you are Lucifer's girlfriend."
"Suddenly, I'm not too sure....."
He looked at her with blatant disbelief. "He just needs some time to adjust, but in all meaningful ways, you are."
"Maybe," Hermione said resolutely. "He thinks, we're just . . . exclusively shagging."
"You are not," Samael shot back. "I've seen the way he looks at you."
"What do you mean?"
"He cares about you."
"Well . . . yes, I guess. And I care about him. We're . . . I don't know . . .best friends."
"How can you, of all people, be so bloody thick?"
"What?"
"He's never going to say it. He's in love with you, you dolt."
"No, he's not, Samael."
Samael sighed in exasperation. "That man is in love with you, Hermione. He will never say it out loud, but he is. You just wait. Tell him about what happened here tonight. He's going to be angry. You are his. Get it? I might as well have spit in his favorite drink."
"You don't understand, I'm his property, Samael. But Lucifer doesn't think same goes for him...He's my property too!"
"Oh, really?" he quipped. She seemed agitated.
"Yes, he is mine!"
"So, how would you feel if another witch got herself off on Lucifer's lap?"
"I will snap her neck," she whispered.
"What?"
"This was just an accident. You have served your purpose. Now, go away!" Hermione slid off the bed and started toward the bathroom.
"How many people do you think Lucifer lets touch him in a huggy manner?" Samael asked quietly from behind her.
"I . . . I don't know." Even she found it difficult to get him familiar with her.
"Do you really think he'll be upset?"
Samael shrugged. "With me? Yes. Can you keep it from him?"
Hermione shook her head. "He sees everything."
"You might want to tell him about this first so he doesn't think you're trying to keep anything from him."
Nodding in agreement, Hermione walked in a slight stupor to the bathroom, her mind whirling as she digested Samael's claims.
Samael stood in the doorway behind her, cinching the belt of his robe. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, fine," she muttered, standing at the mirror but not seeing anything.
"You sure? You seem kind of out of it."
Glancing at him, she gave him a small reassuring smile. "Yes, I'm just tired, I guess."
"Okay," he said, sounding unsure. "Get some sleep."
Just like that, Samael was gone in an instant.
Alone at the mirror, Hermione looked at herself. Was Samael right? Did Lucifer love her back?
She loves him. A lot.
Almost as much as she cared about her family, no even more....
Getting ready for bed, the room blurred by in a haze of movement.
It was impossible for her to get Samael's words out of her head. How could she have been so blind?
How could someone like Samael see something she couldn't?
Was this even what she wanted?
A man who would never say he loved her?
On her back in bed, Hermione stared out into the darkness of her room.
She wasn't sure about Lucifer ever confessing to her, but he did told her about his Devilish origin and everything.
Maybe she just needs to give him more time....
'I shouldn't just assume that Samael's right. Maybe Lucifer just wants to be good friends . . . who fuck.'
She wouldn't make assumptions. He'd said he "liked her" only once.
If he wanted more, he'd let her know.
'Don't set yourself up for failure...'
Turning on her side, Hermione closed her eyes and imagined Lucifer asleep next to her.
She wrapped her arm around the pillow and kissed him goodnight in her head.
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