"Yes, I'm mad! I think I'm mad for you. Fuck, I want you right now." She was swiftly undoing the few buttons of his shirt, shoving it down his shoulders. The smell of him was intensely masculine, a whiff of cologne, a lot of musk.

Clearly she wanted to take the lead, so Harry slid his hands onto her hips and held on. Her hands were on his fly, grasping the metal button and drawing down the zipper. He had been semi-hard half the night as he watched her twiddle her hair and suck the limes in her drinks. Now he could taste the gin on her breath as she raised her mouth to him.

"Kiss me," she implored, her voice suddenly husky. As his lips melded hot and hard onto hers, she pushed her hands into his jeans and over his ass, shoving them down as she pulled him to her. His erection released and Harry groaned at the removal of his confines. Shrugging his shirt the rest of the way off, he brought his hands to either side of her face. His fingers cupped her head as he compelled her with his tongue, to open her mouth. She bit it, then sucked. His fire was lit. Kicking his boots off he let go of her hips long enough to free himself from the rest of his clothes.

Still fully dressed, Madelyn looked at him, stark naked, in the light, and reveled in the thought that he was hers. His curls were mussed, lips swollen and pink from being kissed. The ink covering his body stood in relief against his smooth skin. Her eyes roamed over his chest, down to the trail of hair on his belly that led to the trimmed thatch between his legs. His cock twitched under her inspection, and he reached for her.

"No. Don't touch me yet," she said, raising her darkened jade eyes to his. "What you said to me the other night. About not sharing me; as long as you are with me, there is to be no one else. Do you remember that?"

Harry had to clear his throat before speaking. "Yes, I remember. No one else, only me."

"That goes both ways, Harry. If you want to be with me, it will be only me."

"That's a given; only you. There is no one else; there could be no one else." He wanted to ask her where this was coming from. Of course, he would be with her exclusively, he thought he had made that clear. One look at her, however, told him that now was not the time to question her motivations.

"Where is your bed? I want to fuck you."

"It... it's through the living room, down the hall on the right." Jesus Christ. He had never had a woman boss him. He was hard as a rock and his heart was about to rocket out of his chest.

The woman who was clearly in control of the situation turned on her heel and moved in the direction he had indicated, shedding her clothing as she walked. Catching his breath, Harry followed, not bothering with the garments she was leaving in her wake.

She had removed her boots and was pulling off her jeans and panties by the time he managed to turn on the bedside lamp. Thinking better of it, he went to turn it off again.

"Leave the lights on."

Harry's bed was layered in soft chocolate brown sheets and a thick comforter that matched. Whipping the covers back, Madelyn kneeled, naked on the bed, facing where Harry stood to the side. She recognized uncertainty on his face. Up to this point, Harry had largely taken the lead sexually. He was more dominant with her than she had allowed any other man to be. It was obviously the position he wanted, and she was aware that he could take it back any time he chose. She also trusted him not to.

Holding her hand out to him, she intimated that she wanted him to join her in bed. And he did.

Sitting back on his haunches, he was nearly the same height as she was while kneeling. He kept his hands at his sides, waiting for her to make the first move.

Coming forward, she placed herself between his knees pressing her breasts into his lean, muscled torso. His flesh was hot against hers and she felt his chest hitch as she held him tightly. Her hands went to his neck, fingers carding through his long hair until she closed her fists and pulled. Harry sucked in a breath. Her mouth was on his, her tongue quickly pressing between his lips. His arms encircled her body as he allowed her weight to lower him back onto the bed.

Shifting her legs so that she was straddling him, Madelyn ground herself against his erection. Swallowing his pleasured groan, she pulled harder on his curls. This seemed to spur him on and he pushed his hips into her. She was flush against him. Harry's hands cupped her ass as he instinctively attempted to control the pace at which she was rocking over him.

Madelyn broke their kiss; placing her hands on his chest she levered herself into a seated position as she continued to writhe across his penis.

"Madelyn," he warned. "You can't go on like this, I need you. I don't want to come this way."

"What do you want, Harry? Do you want to fuck me? Should I put you between my legs and let you come inside of me? Hmm?"

"Oh Christ, yes. Let me fuck you, please." She was truly testing his limits of self-control.

Raising her hips, she took him in her right hand and rubbed the tip of his length over herself from clit to entrance, and back again. When she thought he would explode from holding his breath, she allowed herself to sink ever so slowly down his shaft. Every time they had been intimate, she had felt the delicious stretch as her body accommodated his. In the back of her mind, she hoped that it would always be this way. His body's invasion of hers triggered something primal, visceral, in her.

Rolling her hips in an achingly slow rhythm, she dropped more and more of her weight onto him, until he was fully enveloped in her silky flesh.

"No one else, Harry," she darted her eyes with his. "Only us. I will be yours, as long as you are mine."

"Yes, I promise." He was holding himself back, still giving her the lead, but it was increasingly difficult as she rode him more assertively now.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, baby."

"Fuck me, do it hard. Make me come like I did that first night; make me feel good, yeah?"

Shooting forward, Harry took a mass of her hair in his right hand and yanked her head back, latching his lips to her throat.

"You want to be mine? Do you want people to know you're mine? I'm going to mark you."

As if to give permission, she thrust her hips forward and arched her back, forcing her heavy breasts toward his face. Taking one in his left hand, Harry continued to suck and pull at her throat, drawing blood to the surface. Satisfied with the red swelling that he knew would purple, he blew cool air over the spot to soothe her skin. The heat of their passion and the chill of his breath caused her nipples to constrict almost painfully. Taking them alternately into his mouth, he licked and suckled until her breathy moans filled the air and he began to feel the core of her tightening around him.

He held himself in check and watched as her eyes closed and fluttered beneath their lids. He slid his arms about her as her legs wrapped around him and he held her tightly, nuzzling into her neck, biting and leaving open-mouthed kisses as she took her pleasure from him. Her walls constricted and she had begun to relax, panting shallowly, but he could tell it wasn't the orgasm she had hoped for. He hadn't felt her release fully, she was still tight around him.

Pulling his knees up, he pressed her to lean back on him as he reclined onto the pillows propped against the head of the bed.

"Don't quit on me yet, love. There's another one in you; I can feel it."

Laying his palm between her breasts as he held her down on his knees, Harry brought his thumb to her clit, rubbing around the edge of the sensitive circle of nerves. She had bent her knees to the sides of his hips and her thighs were wide open to him. Although her eyes were closed and she was floating on the waning rush of her first peak, Harry's eyes were alert, watching himself thrusting into her in a repeated cadence, as her breasts bounced on either side of the hand that pinned her to him.

The slight shift in their position allowed him to penetrate her more deeply, stroking her most sensitive spot. Harry was doing all the work now, carrying her weight. Feet flat on the bed, he leveraged himself higher and harder. He brought his thumb right over the top of her clit and didn't let up the pace until he felt her clenching onto his cock with a ferocity he had only felt twice before. Head thrown back, she emitted a guttural groan from deep behind her vocal cords. He knew this was it.

"Ah... Ah... Ha... Harry, oh God, yes, uuuhhh..."

Then he felt it, not a gush or anything dramatic, just the warm, wet release of her body onto his. This is what she had wanted, what he was able to give her. After years of holding back, controlling her body in an unnatural way, he was able to unlock the gates to her deepest physical pleasure and allow her to reclaim this part of herself.

Incapable of staving off his own peak any longer, Harry rutted into her giving body and exploded on the tails of her orgasm.

Drawing her spent body over his, he rolled them both and laid her on her side facing him. He slid out of the bed and padded to the bathroom to retrieve a warm cloth and dry towel. Returning, he sponged them both clean and dry, then tucked her into him. Extending his hand to shut off the light, he hoped that tomorrow she would tell him who, or what, to thank for revealing to him this side of her. In the meantime, he brushed the hair off of her face and kissed her gently as she slept in his arms.