"What are you doing?" Harry nearly collided with Madelyn as he started to climb the stairs to her studio.

"Thought I heard someone at the front door. Did one of the girls forget something?"

"I don't know if a branch hit the house or if there was someone knocking, it was pretty quiet. When I checked the monitor, there was no one out there. I suppose it could have been Becca or one of the others and they gave up before I heard the door."

"Probably," Madelyn dismissed. "Why are you carrying a grocery bag?"

Harry opened the handles of the brown sack he was holding and peered inside. "Supplies," he grinned up at her standing three steps above him.

His mouth went dry, and just like that, the air electrified.

"Mads," his eyes made a slow tour. "You were coming downstairs naked...'

"Oh. I forgot."

Stepping up and closing the height gap, Harry used the index finger of his right hand to trace her areola of her right breast. He smiled when the flesh contracted and he slid the red stone of his ring over her deep, pink nipple.

"Mmm... Harry," she sighed, her head lolling to the side.

"You are very lucky I possess extreme self-control, woman, or I'd be ravaging you on the stairs and it wouldn't be so gentle," he pinched her nipple, causing her to flinch, then lean into his hand.

"Oh... yes, such self-control," she reached between them and palmed his crotch, squeezing assertively.

"Upstairs. Now."

Madelyn laughed as she ran ahead. Beating Harry into the studio, she turned around to face him. He dropped the bag and stalked forward.

"Are you laughing at my expense Professor? I think you like to live dangerously."

The look in his glittering eyes was dark and carnal. Madelyn held her hands up defensively.

"Harry... come on now," she continued to grin and laugh, albeit more nervously.

Madelyn had backed herself into a corner of sorts, between her nearly empty work table and the wall of windows that compelled her to buy the house. Anticipating her upcoming response to her situation, Harry closed in. When the flesh of her bare bottom touched the freezing glass, Madelyn jumped forward, into warm arms.

"That's much better. This is where you belong, but I'm going to loosen up for a bit and turn you over because that table is begging to be fucked on. And after that fit of giggles from you, I think I have something to prove."

Harry smoothed his open hand up the back of Madelyn's thigh, dragging his fingers between her cheeks before suddenly smacking her hard on the ass. Madelyn squealed and tightened her legs around his waist.

"Hey, I thought you said 'no violence!'" she forced indignation into her voice, but the heat in her eyes betrayed her.

"That isn't violence, sweetheart, that's sex, and I believe we've already determined that you are definitely into it."

"Fine," she said, squirming down his body to kneel in front of him, "but don't hold it against me." Madelyn grinned up at him through her dark lashes.

"Something else you'd like me to hold against you?"

She flicked open the button on his jeans, dragging the strained zipper down. "Maybe."

The head of his cock stretched the waistband of his boxer briefs. When Madelyn lowered them, he popped free with a bounce. She grinned and Harry kicked aside the last of his clothes.

It was those kitten licks that threatened to drive him nuts. Her tongue, darting in and out of her mouth as she caressed him wetly. The contrasting sensation of her hands, slowly, stroking their own languid rhythm sent his eyes rolling back. Madelyn's thumb dragged the liquid seeping from his penis down the shaft, then closed her mouth around him, her lips following the wet trail. Down, down, until Harry felt her hands press his balls into his base, and her throat muscles constrict as she tried to swallow him. Imminent euphoria fluttered on the periphery.

Weaving his fingers into her mass of hair, Harry abruptly made a fist and tugged her head back. He fell from Madelyn's mouth; she was forced to look up, into his eyes.

"Enough."

She wiped the back of her wrist over her lips as he put his hands under her arms and raised her to stand in front of him. Sliding his hand down her curves, to her bottom, Harry erased the space between them.

"I love you, love your body, the way you make me feel and give yourself to me," his lips caressed hers.

The tip of Madelyn's tongue glided over his bottom lip. "I love you back."

Fully covering her mouth, Harry took their kiss from sweet to sensual, sweeping forward to taste her more deeply. Heavy sighs and low, guttural noises escaped. Madelyn groaned, sending Harry's pulse racing again. Fingers slipped into her from behind and soon they were both panting.

"Over the table, Mads,"

Harry stepped them backward, until her rump collided with the edge of the work surface, sending a single can of paintbrushes rolling over the edge. She turned but made no move other than meeting his gaze over her shoulder. With his palm, Harry pressed her forward, her erect nipples crushed against the bumpy, dried paint splotches. Splaying both hands over her hips, his thumbs met in the middle and began circling, slow and deep, into the muscles bunched above her ass. On a groan of pleasure, Madelyn rotated her pelvis, grinding out the tension of their separation. Reaching low to swirl through the moisture of her arousal, Harry slicked his fingers up, between her cheeks. On their own volition, Madelyn's hips tilted granting him deeper access.

"That's my girl," he swept his thumb around the tight ring. "Naughty for me, in the nicest way." Her breath caught as he lifted one of her legs up at the knee to the table, laying her open.

Pressure built with Harry's deliberately slow invasion. His advance heavy, gradually stretching her, Madelyn wiggled impatiently.

"Harry, please, more," she pleaded.

The table creaked when he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt. "Ah God, Madelyn, fuck... you feel so good," he retracted before springing forward again.

The repeated flow of force from him had Madelyn surging to echo his rhythm, her breasts absorbing the impact, face turned to the side, eyes unfocused, harsh breaths pushing over her open lips. Nothing mattered in her mind. Nothing except Harry and the pleasure he brought her when they were connected. Her core muscles began to draw uptight, pulling him deeper, convulsing; nature's way of preventing his escape.

Harry laid one hand next to her so she didn't take the full impact of his weight, the other slipped around her waist and down, between her legs. Madelyn was leveraged on her toes, her entire body strained as she held off her pleasure.

"Let it go, baby. Give me that orgasm." She registered his bite to her neck and the nearly painful pinch of her clitoris. "Come."

There would be no denying this man or the way he played her body so perfectly. Madelyn's pelvis stuttered back into his slamming hips. Exploding from the inside out, her scream was muffled by the fingers Harry thrust into her mouth.

Wrenching her back into him, their connection was broken long enough for Harry to pivot them to the window on the right.

"Hands on the glass, feet apart," his cock was slick, achingly engorged and weeping with need.

Immediately she complied; Harry in control of her body was her drug of choice.

He re-entered her body with unrestrained urgency, thrusting into her hard enough to make the window tremor. The chill of the glass excited her nipples until they were peaked, rubbing across the surface as Harry pounded into her. Her feet left the floor when he bucked up in frenzied gratification, finally releasing himself.

Together, they collapsed onto the floor.

"Man down," Harry whispered.

She giggled in response. "Come on, you sexy beast, you earned a bed for the night."

On the last vestiges of energy, they made their way to the futon. The bed downstairs was out of the question. All stamina had been put to better use. Thankful for the down comforter as their bodies cooled, Harry pulled Madelyn into him. She tangled her legs around his, resting her hand on his belly as sleep pulled them under.