"Good morning," he mumbled through a smile. His voice was low and throaty.

"Morning. Did you sleep alright? Your arm must be ready to fall off," she laughed lightly and shifted, attempting to take her weight off his arm that was below her. With a small stretch, she was able to assess how her own body was feeling this morning. There was a slight tenderness in her muscles, but it was a pleasant ache.

"I slept incredibly well, actually. A bit of a stiff arm is a small price to pay for the opportunity to wake up like this." He scooped her in more tightly and as he moved his arm, he felt the blood rush to his fingers. His arm, however, was not the only part of his body that was experiencing renewed blood flow and stiffness.

"I enjoyed last evening very much, Harry. I'm glad you stayed." Her hand was skimming lazily along his side and hip.

"Yeah, hmmm, last night... that was amazing. I'm glad I stayed, too," he spoke into her hair and left behind another kiss.

She pushed up a bit and grazed her lips over his jaw. His palm was laying over her right hip and he tightened the grip as she leaned in.

"Madelyn, can I ask you about something?" Harry spoke with a small hesitation. He liked sex; he appreciated women and everything about them. He had plenty of experience with the opposite sex, but last night, he thought he'd experienced a first. While he felt a bit like a clod for asking, he was compelled to relieve his curiosity.

She tensed in the slightest way and took a breath to ease herself, hoping he was not about to broach the subject she feared.

"So last night when I had you over that lounge thing, and you came, it felt... different. Do you mind talking about this? I don't mean to sound like an idiot..."

"No, it's fine. Just ask." Dammit! She didn't think he had noticed.

"Okay. At the end, you started to feel more, uh, tight? Full maybe? And um, when you released, you were just so wet; I've never seen that before so I was wondering if that was normal for you." Talking about this was making him hard as a rock and he sincerely hoped that he was not offending her, nor would she notice that he was now sporting morning wood that resembled the tall pine trees that could be seen through her windows.

Shit! He did notice. Heat flooded her face. "Yeah, I'm really sorry about that, Harry. It doesn't happen often. Most of the time I can control it. I guess I wasn't paying attention well enough to stop it last night; I, uh, got caught up in the moment." She gave him a weak smile.

"I don't understand. Why would you try to stop it from happening? Isn't that kind of response a good thing? I've read about it; I thought when a woman came like that, it meant that her orgasm was more intense." This wasn't fitting together in his brain. Some of his guy friends talked about this kind of thing. It was like the Holy Grail of orgasms, to make a woman come that way. Why was she acting as if she had done something wrong?

"I'm so sorry. My body hasn't responded in that way for a long time, Harry. My ex-husband didn't like it. He thought it was messy, offensive. So I learned to control myself. After a while, I didn't even need to think about it because it stopped." Why did she have to explain this?! This whole conversation was mortifying.

"So what you're telling me, is that your body is capable of this incredible release that only occurs when your orgasm is extremely strong, and your ex-husband shamed you because of it?" The hand behind her was climbing up her neck and into her long, dark hair. Harry began to run his fingers through the mess while thinking over this information.

"Hey, Madelyn?"

"Yeah, Harry?"

"Your ex-husband is an ass, and you are hot as fuck!" He started to laugh loudly. "One more thing? I want the chance to make you come like that again. Let me try?"

Was she hearing him correctly? He thought her drenching him was hot? Aside from the fact that he wasn't offended, he liked it, and he wanted to try to make her do it again? Having been told her body was sloppy and unladylike, and spending years keeping herself in line, here was a man whose self-professed new goal was to make her come undone in that very way. She started to laugh with him and wondered if she should begin checking her horoscope. She was pretty sure this was going to be a five-star day. Last night certainly was.

The hand on her hip had slipped to her bottom and he was holding her close. Harry had her right leg trapped between his now, and she could feel him rut into her thigh. After trying to avoid eye contact during that awkward conversation, Madelyn was now happy to meet his light greens with her dark greens. Rolling over his chest, she proceeded to drop small open-mouthed kisses over his collar bones. She worked her way up his throat, stopping to suck at his Adam's apple before moving to his jawline and ear. Using the point of her tongue, she licked into the little divot behind it, then nipped at the fleshy lobe. He was warm and sweet and she relished the feeling of having his arms and legs entwined around her.

The stereo playlist had ended in the night. The only song this morning was the sound of their bodies; skin sliding over skin, sighs and soft caresses, lips and tongues tasting and soothing. Harry encircled her waist and rotated their positions. The rug was soft and thick beneath her backside. Resting his weight on his forearm, he used his other hand to fan her hair over the floor cushion her head lay upon. He came lower, laying his mouth to hers.

"So lovely," he spoke softly, catching her upper lip between his.

He kissed each corner of her mouth, rubbing the stubble of his cheek over her smoothness of hers as he made his way to her neck. Locating the spot she had responded to so well last night, she arched her breasts into him. he wrapped his hand around the outside of her breast and slid his palm up and to the peaking center. He pulled her nipple between his fingers, stroking his thumb up from root to tip. She rewarded him with a low hum. Continuing his leisurely pace, Harry swirled his tongue about the other nipple. He blew gently over the wetness he had left behind, smiling when it resulted in an ever-tightening tip. Moving over her fully, he used his knees to nudge her thighs open and settled the weight of his hips over hers.

Her voice seemed to have abandoned her, so she spoke with her body. Raising her hands to the back of his neck, Madelyn threaded her fingers into the hair at his nape. Gently, she pulled, guiding his mouth back to hers. She wound her legs around his so that her feet were planted on the floor inside of his knees and raised her core up to meet his erection. The message was clear. She was ready and wanted him inside her.

Harry groaned into her mouth as he rolled his pelvis back and the head of his cock found her center. Pushing forward... she pulled back.

"What's wrong?" there was immediate concern in his voice and he stilled his movements. His eyes moved to hers. "Madelyn, are you alright? There's no pressure here, we can stop if you want to." This was not what Harry wanted, but he would never allow himself to continue if she weren't committed.

"Just a little tender," she spoke so faintly it took a moment for him to decipher what she was saying.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry!" He was devastated. "I didn't realize; I didn't mean to hurt you. I wish you'd said something. I would have stopped." What the hell was wrong with him last night? He felt like an insensitive brute as he replayed things in his mind, trying to determine where he had gone wrong.

"Harry?" She saw him drifting into his head, which was not where she wanted him to go. Cupping the side of his face and smoothing her thumb over his cheek, she continued to speak. "I'm really fine, please don't worry. You did nothing wrong and you didn't hurt me. Its, um... it's just been a while and..." Her voice faded off. She could not believe she was going to give this to him, especially after the teasing last night. Deep breath... "Harry, let's just say you brought a lot of game and I enjoyed playing." Okay, that was uncomfortable but not terrible.

He brought his forehead down to hers, brushing his nose against her pert one as a smile spread across his face.

"Knock it off!" she rolled her eyes and returned the smile.

"I am sorry! But you put me in my place last night, and now..." Now, she was telling him he had a big dick! It was probably wrong that he was doing an internal happy dance, he thought, but he couldn't help it. At once they both started laughing. She eased upwards, kissing his chin, one cheek, then the other, and back to his mouth. Touching the tip of her tongue to his bottom lip, she tested the waters in hopes of regaining the moment. He caught it between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth and deepening the kiss. He swiped his tongue over hers now, and latched onto her bottom lip, releasing it slowly as he raked it through his teeth.

Arching her neck, she brought her mouth nearer to Harry's ear. "I don't want you to stop this time," she breathed out.

"You're sure?" He could hear the need in his own voice. She nodded in the affirmative. Harry's mouth turned up. "You'll tell me to stop if it hurts?"

"Yes," she exhaled, her lips touching his ear now, her silky cheek pressed to his rough one.

She was mesmerized as she watched him bring his fingers to his mouth and spit on them. Lowering his hand, he coated his penis with saliva, pumping himself as he did so. Lifting his hand to his mouth again, he repeated the action, this time reaching down to stroke her. His fingers were slick and slid smoothly as he spread the wetness around her entrance. Extending his fingers, he slipped one into her and retrieved some of her juices, smearing them over her sensitive clit in an agonizingly slow, circular motion.

"Feels good, Harry." Her breath was starting to come in shallower pants, breasts moving in matching quick rhythm. Her hands drifted down his sides, past his hips, and over his bum. She secured him in place as she rubbed herself along his hard length. "I want you."

Holding his shaft, he carefully guided the head to her center, gently pressing forward. He paused as she took a long breath, released it, and using her hands on his ass, nudged him as she raised her hips. It was a strain to exercise this level of self-control and Harry could feel the sweat popping out over his shoulders and back. With painstaking slowness, he gently rolled himself into her and back out; gradually extending each thrust, until her body had stretched to accommodate him fully.

Floating. That was the sensation Madelyn was experiencing. It was as if her bones were hollow; her mind was made of candy floss, and gossamer skin bound her lightly together. The unhurried pace that Harry was setting was a mad ecstasy, and if not for his weight spread over her body, she might have drifted away.

Harry shifted and slipped his right arm under her shoulders and upward to hold her head in his palm. Gripping her knee in his left hand, he hauled her thigh up and around his waist. It was a brilliant angle that allowed her to feel him in places that had never been properly touched. Eyes shuttering, she let her head lag backward. Having anticipated her response, Harry held the weight of her head forward and ghosted a kiss over each eyelid.

"Release, Madelyn, let it all go," he murmured into her ear.

His words penetrated the clouds in her mind, causing her nipples to tighten against his chest. In a torturously slow wave, her orgasm began to cascade through her, rolling outward from her center to the furthest reaches of her limbs. Her toes pointed. Her hands slipped from him, unable to hold on any longer. Harry felt her warmth enveloping and tightening about him as he continued to work her through the euphoria, holding his own climax at bay, until he knew her pleasure was complete. Then, burying his face in her neck, he let go of a low, guttural moan and surrendered himself to her.

A long while seemed to pass while they lay there, still joined, breath evening out, focus returning. Harry was soft when he pulled himself out of her. Leaning back on his haunches, he exhibited no inhibition as he looked between her legs. Trickling out of her was a mixture of them both. She gasped when Harry dragged his fingers through her still sensitive center and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean.

"Delicious," he pronounced. "I did that. You did that. We are fucking amazing." He leaned down and kissed her full on the mouth, swirling his tongue over hers so they could enjoy themselves together.

Madelyn wasn't entirely certain how having pizza delivered had ended up becoming the extraordinary experience she and Harry just shared. What she did know was that she didn't want it to be a one-time thing.