"This isn't the first song on the album, you chose a playlist, didn't you?" she asked as she set their drinks down on a tray that included some crackers, cheeses and apple slices. Having eaten a large and late lunch, they'd agreed no dinner was required.

Harry smirked and raised one eyebrow. "I did. The name of the playlist was intriguing. It was listed as 'In the Mood.' I thought I might see where that led." He reached for her hand and pulled her down and into his side. As she cuddled in, Harry handed her the drink she had prepared for herself, smiling at the cherries and orange slices that bobbed in the liquor. He tried to avoid sexist stereotypes but thought it rather endearing that she had girled-up $120 a bottle whiskey.

He took a healthy pull of his own drink and kissed her temple. "Do you think it might?"

"Might what?" she asked in confusion.

"Lead somewhere. The music."

"Ohhh..." She lifted the drink to her mouth as Harry paid rapt attention to the curve of her lips as they fit over and around the rim of the glass. He swallowed. "Are you asking if I'm in the mood to fool around? With you, maybe?" The warm liquid of another long draw flowed down her throat to pool in her belly. It wasn't the only heat that was accumulating there.

Harry shot the second half of his whiskey and set the empty glass down. He lifted her over his thighs like a child. It was quickly clear, however, that his intentions were not childlike in the least.

Madelyn continued to sip as he ran his hand under the loose shirt she wore, and over her spine. Pulling her closer, he began to work below her right ear, then down her neck to the front of her throat. He could feel the throb of her pulse increase under his lips.

"Done?" he rasped as she drained the last of her old fashioned.

"With the drink," she replied.

The corners of his mouth turned up and he held onto her waist as she leaned to the side to leave her glass next to his.

She twisted slightly in his lap as her arms went over his muscular shoulders and she wrapped him into herself. Normally at a height disadvantage, Madelyn appreciated being eye to eye with this man who seemed to be rapidly running away with her heart.

"I'm sorry it was such a long day," he spoke into the corner of her mouth before leaving a small kiss. "I'm sorry you've been put through hell, but I'm glad that you're letting me be a part of it."

Stroking her cheek against his stubble, she sighed in resignation. "I'm the one who should be sorry, Harry. You don't deserve to be sucked into my mess. I wish so badly that it was something I could change. I've wondered what my life would have been like if I'd stayed on the East Coast if I'd never met him. I swear I tried to make things work with Jack, but I had to protect myself. Now I think I'll spend the rest of my life protecting myself."

"Shh... in a fucked up way, I owe him, so don't apologize." In spite of the regretful topic of conversation, Madelyn felt herself beginning to relax. Harry's strong, warm hand was kneading the tense muscles of her back and shoulders as they talked.

If felt good to lean on someone else for a change. Less lonely.

"Why would you say you owe Jack anything?"

"I owe him for bringing you here." His teeth grazed her jaw. "Want to know a dirty secret?" Teeth now dragging the right lobe of her ear before he sucked it into his mouth.

She drew a slow breath and let her eyelids flutter.

"Mmm, tell me your dirty secrets, Harry."

"If I do, you have to promise not to put me in detention or dock my grade, Professor M."

Was that a giggle? Yes, definitely a giggle, in response not only to the heat of his words but the fingers that were now strumming along her ribs.

"I promise, now tell," she demanded gently, as her fingers began to work his shirt up his torso, delicate hands brushing over ink and tight flesh.

Harry passed his right hand behind his neck and tugged the soft cotton over his head and down his arms, tossing it to the floor. Madelyn wasn't coy in her admiration. He was a good looking man and they both knew it. Why be silly in her appreciation. Her dark eyes followed the path her hands were taking as they smoothed their way up his abdomen, down the expanse of his shoulders, over his biceps.

"You probably don't remember, but I was in your Intro to Business class my freshman year, your first year teaching. I used to fantasize about you. You were my 18-year-old wet dream."

She traced her index finger around his areola and flicked his nipple, causing it to pucker. "I was?"

"You absolutely were. There is no way I could count the number of times I had to adjust my jeans in that lecture hall. You used to sit on top of your desk, your legs swinging side to side. I swore you would cross and uncross them purely to torture me."

"I do remember. I was so nervous! You were a good boy, not like some of your classmates. As if it weren't bad enough that I was scared out of my mind to be teaching my first class with 100 plus students, there were always a few that would linger afterward and try to chat me up. So awkward! Not you, though. You never did that to me."

"Not my style. I lusted from afar," he laughed lightly. "And jacked off a lot."

"Harry! You did not!" Madelyn swatted him on the chest.

"Ow! I did, and I'm not sorry. It was a very happy semester. Plus, I got an A."

Madelyn rolled her eyes, then smirked as she pictured a younger version of Harry bringing himself to orgasm as he thought of her. It wasn't a turnoff.

He took hold of the hem of the shirt she was wearing, his shirt, and lifted it off of her body. "If only I could go back and tell younger me what was in store." He wiggled his eyebrows, then leaned down to draw her nipple into his mouth.

His attention caused her to squirm in his lap and she could feel his erection beginning. Her fingers made quick work of his belt buckle, then the button on his fly. The zipper of his jeans was no work at all, as the swell of his cock helped to force its release.

"Pull me out," he instructed huskily and raised his hips so she could slip his boxers and pants down over his ass. They weren't going to come off with Madelyn across his thighs.

He lifted her easily and set her next to him on the couch. Divesting himself of his remaining clothes, he settled her again so that she was forward-facing, legs over the top of his.

Harry patted her bum, "Lift," he said and pulled the leggings down her hips and lower, until she was able to kick her feet free. The music had floated in the background and shuffled to a classic Gerry Rafferty singing 'I had no doubt in my mind, and it's been you, woman, right down the line.' Madelyn felt his chest vibrate as Harry hummed along quietly.

Dropping her head back onto his shoulder, she turned her face to accept his mouth on hers. His hands came to her breasts, and their kiss broke as they watched together, his palms spread to cup her. Although his grasp was expansive, he could not contain her completely.

"I love your body; I want to be touching you all the time."

She ground into him in response. "I want you to touch me. All the time. Everywhere. There hasn't been anyone else I've wanted this much. I feel like I was starving and now I can't get enough." Raising her arms behind her, she threaded her fingers into his hair and brought his face back to hers.

He kissed her more deeply, tasting the fruit sweetened whiskey on her tongue. Eyes were closed as other senses took over. Their mouths widened to allow deeper access. Harry let his right hand wander down her torso, softly circling over her belly and further, until he cupped her sex. There was no rush. He used the backs of his fingers to brush over her labia, grazing the damp inner folds of skin.

"Hmm..." she hummed appreciatively into the kiss.

He rolled the flesh of her areola between his thumb and forefingers, then slid onto the tight nipple, twisting less gently.

"Open your legs for me, Madelyn."

She complied, dropping her legs to the outside of his. "More," he instructed, and spread his own legs so that he was holding her apart. She rocked her hips over his hard shaft when he began to glide his fingers from just below her entrance up to the tip of her swollen clit and back down. Up, to swirl around, then down to tease her opening, up again, and down, repeatedly until she began to thrust.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

She sucked at his bottom lip, releasing it with a pop. "I want you inside of me."

"Like this?" he pushed his middle finger into her until she could feel the cool metal of his ring. "Or this?" A second finger. She arched her back away from his chest and he tightened his hold on her breast.

"More, Harry. I want you."

"You have to say it, Madelyn. Say the words, baby, be dirty for me." He could feel her clench around his stroking fingers and he knew he was tapping into something that turned her on.

"Harry."

"Mmhmm?"

"I want your cock. Fuck me."

"That's right. Good girl. Sit up now."

Removing his hold over her breasts, he skimmed his hand over her skin to her back and pushed her forward slightly.

"Put your hands on my thighs. Hold on."

She did as he instructed. He pressed the heel of his hand into her lower back, causing her to raise her bottom. Positioning himself below her, he bucked his hips as he placed his hand on her waist to guide her as she sank onto his erection.

"Tell me how it feels. Concentrate, and tell me."

"Full. I feel full. I was empty and now I'm not. And it burns a little, in a good way. You're big and you're deeper in this position. And I feel exposed. I know you're looking at my ass." She smiled at that even though she felt so bare.

"You better believe I'm looking at your ass, it's amazing." He had both hands around her hips now. "Did you enjoy it that first night, when I touched you there?"

"Yes."

He felt her clenching around him again.

"Has anyone else ever done that with you before?"

"No. You're the first to touch me that way."

"And if I wanted to do it again? Would that be alright with you?"

He could feel her body answer for her.

"Yes, I trust you."

"That's good. I'll always take care of you."

"I know," she whispered.

His hands began to move her body over his, setting a slow pace that was building. It was easy for him to rock into her and relax, rock and relax. Pressing her further forward, Harry wrapped his left arm around her waist to keep her steady, as he trailed his right hand down her back to pull her open from behind. Turning his palm up, he slid between their bodies. It was a simple thing to soak his fingers in her natural lubrication.

"You're so wet for me."

"Yes." Her response was breathy and somewhat labored.

"Slowly, gently now." He was talking her through.

The next time she came down onto him, he slipped his middle finger into her. She stalled.

"Come on, you can do it, just relax and breathe. Lean forward more."

She complied, taking a deep breath and releasing her muscles. Harry could feel her open and he pressed through the tightest ring.

"That's it. Now it's going to feel so good, baby. Just rock."

"Harry? It's different," she panted.

"I know, I can feel it too. It's good though?"

"Ahhh..." she whimpered. "Yeah, yes. It's better than good. It's... ah, ah..."

"You're going to come now, baby, really hard."

Madelyn's entire body stretched and went rigid as the shock waves coursed through her. She arched, her head thrown so far back that her long hair covered the hand that Harry had between them. When he felt her body soften, he pulled his fingers back and took hold of her waist again and pumped into her giving flesh. He had been on the edge of his own orgasm for a while, holding out until he knew she could complete. Within moments he was spilling himself on his own swell of pleasure.

It was later, after they had staggered into a brief shower, and lay naked in bed, Madelyn wrapped around him in her sleep, that he whispered, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Professor."

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Author's Note:

Come check out the PussyJockeys and my new writing adventure with styles_orama and alessandra ! We are following young Riley and Dr. Harry in a round-robin story. Now that 'Delivery' has received a double update, the rest of the week will be dedicated to writing SLIGHT PRESSURE! WooHoo!!

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