Leaning forward, Madelyn began to remove her socks. "Let me," Harry spoke softly. He coaxed her woolies off one at a time, revealing coral painted toes. He smiled that rather than the expected racy red; she would choose a softer, more feminine color. Harry sat at the bottom of the chaise and took a foot into each of his sizeable hands. Firmly, he kneaded the soles, running his thumbs up the arches. Falling back in bliss, Madelyn wondered if this might be better than the sex she was hoping for. He continued up her legs, stroking the insides of her thighs until he reached their cusp. Harry watched her bite into her lower lip, sliding it through her teeth as he palmed her. "You're so warm." He wrapped the fingers of both hands into the waistband of her leggings and waited.

Madelyn gazed at his long fingers and the weighty silver rings he was wearing. She raised her hips and he knew that was his cue. Ever so slowly, he slithered the leggings over her hips and thighs, kissing and nibbling as his mouth followed their downward progression. Dropping the garment to the side, he let his eyes travel back up her body to meet her gaze.

"Harry? Don't stop," she pleaded.

"Mmmm Baby, I have no intention of stopping." The playfulness that had been in his eyes earlier, vanished; his irises darkened to a deep forest green and his pupils dilated with anticipation.

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The music on the stereo shifted again; strains of Dylan filtering into his consciousness. Harry smiled to himself, recognizing the lyrics, "Lay, Lady, Lay" floating through his mind. His fingers strummed the inside of her thigh in half time with the music. She was leaning toward him slightly, her legs stretched long in front of her. He reached for the wrap she had slipped into before answering the door. It had done a poor job of shielding her.

"I need to see you," he whispered lowly. The muscles in his arms rolled beneath the skin as he leaned forward and helped her out of the wrap, dropping it to the floor. He needed her last layer to go as well, but first, he took a moment. He felt as if he were looking at a carefully wrapped gift on Christmas morning just before sliding his fingers under the paper and releasing the tape that held it all together. Grasping the hem of her lightweight top he lifted it from her body letting it settle onto the growing pile of garments.

She was exquisite. Her breasts were full; her nipples high and surrounded by dusky pink areolas. Her figure was toned, and it curved and dipped, as a woman's body should. Aside from the pale blue, wispy panties that still clung to her, she was completely bare to him. He hesitated, clenching his fists, the seconds ticking by as he worked to regulate his heart rate and settle his breathing.

Feeling his pause caused her a flash of insecurity. Madelyn felt her shoulders roll forward slightly as she focused on her hands, now clasped in her lap. There was heat in her face, the air blowing past her lips was stuttering. He saw it; he recognized it. Placing his hand under her jaw to lift her face to him, and looking at her directly, he spoke the simplest, most powerful words of reassurance that he could think of, "Madelyn, I want you."

Her features relaxed, pink mouth turning up slightly. She couldn't explain why there had been a tremor in her confidence, but it had been there and he had seen it. More importantly, he laid her uncertainty to rest. The voice that spilled from his lips was strong and sure and full of desire. She realized he was drawing her to him, his left palm moving around to the back of her neck, the right smoothing its way down her side to the back of her hip, easing her nearer to the heat of his body. He leaned so that as he brought her to him, her breasts pressed into his naked chest tightly. He closed his eyes and groaned as he dipped his head, matching his lips to hers.

The kiss was sweet, uncomplicated, nearly chaste. And then it wasn't. She felt him suck at her bottom lip as she opened her mouth slightly. He bit into it, teeth closing around its plumpness while running the tip of his tongue over its surface. She was surprised at how erotic it felt. He drew it more deeply into his own mouth, and then scraping it through his teeth, he released her lip. He watched as she flicked her tongue over the swollen flesh, thus causing his blood to rush to his groin. He smashed his open mouth to hers, plunging his tongue past her lips. She welcomed the burst of aggression, as well as the clash and confusion of their tongues as they struggled to find a rhythm. Suddenly pulling away and placing his right hand over her cheek, he swept his thumb across her lips. Dragging his palm down her throat to rest between the softness of her breasts, he gently pushed her back to recline on the lounge.

Without shame, his green eyes examined her form. Had she been asked, Madelyn would have described the overwhelming sensations she was feeling as something akin to being lit aflame. The air moving in and out of her lungs had begun to hurt and she longed for his touch to soothe her skin. Her torture continued as, rather than touching her, Harry nodded to the glasses on her head and held out his hand. She pulled them from the mess of thick, dark hair piled on her head. He took them from her and stood, walking to place them on the mantle above the fire. As he returned, she admired the way he moved so fluidly. His jeans were astonishingly tight, and she was pleased that it appeared she was having an impact on him.

He stood at the end of the chaise, taking her in. Moving one leg off to the side, he bent the other, sliding his knee up to gently grind between her legs. Bracing his hands on the low armrests he leaned over and created a wet trail of open-mouthed kisses from her navel to her breasts. Applying gentle pressure, he began sucking and licking his way around the perimeter of one while cupping the other in his hand. He loved their voluptuousness and watching his own expansive hand massage and pull at her supple flesh. Harry made his tongue firm and flat and swiped it over one nipple. Without any other buildup, he drew the entire nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply and earning him a low groan from Madelyn. Continuing his oral assault, he carefully rolled and manipulated her nipple that was peaked in his hand.

"So soft and sweet," Harry's voice vibrated. Lapping lower, he nipped his way back down to her lower belly. Taking the waistband of her panties between his teeth, he pulled back, releasing it with a tiny snap, before skimming a kiss over the swell beneath the sheer fabric. Without breaking contact with his lips, he looked up into her black-green eyes. "Madelyn, I want you on my tongue."

The level of anticipation that she felt was not normal. She was unable to remember a time when she had wanted a man more. He wasn't even her peer! Madelyn was bewildered by her response to Harry; it was as if her body had separated from her mind and was on a free-falling mission of its own. Her hips bucked upwards involuntarily, pushing to meet those delicious rosy lips. Harry melded his mouth to her hipbone and as he suckled there, drawing blood to the surface, his hands began to remove the last strip of cloth from her.

Drifting to his knees on the floor, Harry lifted one of her feet and then the other free from her panties. Having raised herself to lean on her forearms, Madelyn watched from under heavy lids as he placed a hand under each of her knees and slid her bottom to meet him at the edge of the seat cushion. She gave a startled gasp, falling back when he sank his teeth into the crease at her inner thigh. Hands clenching into fists, she felt liquid heat pooling at her core. His voice seemed to have dropped to its lowest register when he spoke, "Shhhh..." he soothed, licking the bite. "I promise to take very good care of you."

She was shifting her hips now. Side to side, muscles tightening, needing him to tend to her deepest ache. She felt him slide one hand beneath her thigh and up under her rear, cupping her ass. He ran his other hand, open-palmed, over her mound, stretching the flesh taught, pressing her down. Harry allowed himself a moment to admire her. Rather than embracing the trend to remove so much hair that she looked pre-pubescent, she was neatly trimmed but womanly. Smiling to himself, he muttered, "So beautiful."

Was this agony or bliss? His mouth was so close to her center now, that she could feel his hot breath over her swelling lips. Mercifully, he closed the final distance and skimmed his tongue up the length of her opening. Encouraged by her quickening breath and the tiny whimper she released, Harry began in earnest to enjoy the task at hand. He lapped at her folds, drawing them into his mouth, pulling away to release them, slowly working his way to her entrance.

Circling slowly with the tip of his tongue, then gliding it in then out of her, he reveled in her inability to remain still even as he held her in place. Madelyn gave up the most sensual sigh as he finally wrapped his lips around her clit. Such relief it was to feel him pulling the little bundle of nerves into his warm, slick mouth. He alternated between pressing his tongue against the bud as if to flatten the protrusion, and flicking it with his tongue to cause it to stand at attention. When Harry removed his hand from her bottom and slid his long middle finger into her, she cried out and brought her hands to his head, fisting his curls. "Ha... ah, ah, oh god. Harry?"

"You're okay, I've got you," he reassured and pushed another finger into her so deeply that she could feel his rings at her entrance. The balls of her feet hit the floor with enough force to raise her off of the seat. He smirked to himself as he pulled her thighs over his shoulders. Instinctively she crossed her ankles and pressed her heels into his back. He leveraged his position by reaching one arm under and around her thigh, placing his hand over her stomach in hopes of keeping her in place. Regardless of his efforts, however, there was really no holding her still now. Her hips had started a slow, sensual roll as his mouth continued at her clit. Nipping at the bundle of nerves with his lips, stroking it with his tongue; he maintained a rhythmic pace, moving his fingers into her, then out. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Harry felt her hips picking up speed; her abdominal muscles beneath his hand beginning to tighten and her walls around his fingers start to close. He couldn't quell her thrusts with his hand any longer. Lifting himself over her, he replaced his tongue with his thumb to circle her clit, as he fastened his mouth over the tight peak of her breast. Her hands had fallen from his hair, one of them now pulling at her own roots, the other clutching his shoulder, legs now wrapped around his hips.

"Harry! I can't... I can't wait any longer. Why do you still have pants on?! Fuck me!" she demanded.

"Can't do that yet, baby, this one's all about you." She arched her back and squeezed her eyes closed. "No, no, no don't close your eyes! Hey, hey look at me." She was fading from him. He lifted his head further and gently bit her jaw to regain her focus. "That's my girl, eyes on me." Holding his weight above her with one hand alongside her head, the fingers of his other hand curled up deep inside of her as the pressure of his thumb increased. He knew she couldn't fight the pleasure now and her end was near. He held her gaze, noting the shallow pants slipping over her lips, the longer, deeper thrusts of her hips, and when her jaw opened, he knew she was peaking. His fingers felt as if they were being crushed as she screamed something indecipherable, stalling momentarily before gliding herself over his fingers gently a few more times as she came down.

Hovering his mouth over hers, he grinned as he inhaled her labored breaths. Her eyes fluttered open and closed a few times as she continued to regain her bearings. "Taste," he commanded, and kissed her deeply, swirling his tongue in and out of her mouth. "You are incredible." Harry broke the kiss and stood, hands on his hips looking down upon her. This certainly was not how he envisioned his night ending up when he knocked on her door earlier in the evening, but he sure as hell was not complaining, and he was definitely not ready for it to end.