"We're pretty compatible, yeah?" She was nestled into him, his right arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close. He leaned over her slightly, tracing the pad of his left index finger along her hairline, over her jaw.

Madelyn hummed in the affirmative as he stroked her bottom lip. She wriggled slightly under his touch, enjoying the feel of his naked flesh against hers.

"That's never happened to me before, you know, having a woman take charge like you did."

"No?" Harry shook his head, maintaining eye contact. "Truth?" she asked, glancing down briefly. "I've never actually done anything like that before."

His hand slipped to her waist. "I'm glad. I like the idea of having a 'first' with you." He nipped her lip. "Tell me what happened to bring that out. Not that I'm complaining, mind you! It was hot as fuck." Harry bumped her nose with his.

She groaned and broke eye contact again. "Okay, you know that girl, Becca said her name is Katelyn?"

"M'yes." Harry nodded and wrinkled his nose slightly. "She's a bit of a flirt, but I've never been interested."

"Uhh yeah, I might have noticed that. It is also possible that I did not appreciate her flirting with you."

Harry raised his brows, knowledge dawning.

"When I was coming back from the restroom, I overheard her telling one of the other servers that she was after you and she was planning to corner you last night. Said she was going to tell you her battery died. Again," Madelyn said pointedly. "I guess she hoped you would take her home like you'd done before. And she, um, she wasn't taking 'no' for an answer this time." Madelyn was using her fingertips to make small, gentle sweeps over the warm skin where his collar bones protruded.

"Ohhh..." Things were much clearer now. "You got jealous!" He tickled his fingers into her ribs. "Professor M., were you staking your claim?" Harry was in full teasing mode. "You didn't want to share me?" He bit her jaw just below her ear and moved swiftly to behind the lobe. "Should I tell you how hot that is? Would you like for me to show you how sexy it is that you got territorial?"

"Harry, knock it off! I want to talk to you." She lay both hands on his upper chest and pushed.

Bumping her forehead with his, he replied, "Alright, talk."

"It's just that things are different with you and me. I feel different, more free, and the sex..." Madelyn drifted for a moment.

"Keep talking, the sex is different?" Harry liked very much, the tangent this conversation was taking. "Different in a good way, I hope."

"Yes, in an incredible way. I mean, you know, I've told you about holding back in the past. But it's you, as well. You're not like anyone else I've been with." She didn't want to say her ex-husband's name, not while she was in Harry's arms, in his bed.

"Baby, you know you don't have to hold back with me, I love what we do together. I imagine the bigger question is, do you? Enjoy what we do together, that is. Me, is what I do okay for you?"

There was a larger question coursing beneath the surface of their conversation and it seemed that they were both dancing around it, uncertain which one would take the plunge.

Madelyn inhaled and exhaled slowly. Here goes nothing, she thought to herself.

"There are two things I want to say."

"Go on; you can say anything to me." Harry knew that if he wanted to learn what was really playing in her mind, he would need to reassure her and be patient.

"Last night was an anomaly for me. I think I'm relatively comfortable in my own skin, but I wasn't always. Of course, I have insecurities, just like most women. The thing is, I felt a kind of confidence that I haven't experienced before. The thought of another woman having her hands on you makes me feel a little crazy. I think I needed to show her, you, maybe myself, that I wasn't going to let that happen. You're right, Harry. I was staking my claim."

Did she comprehend the effect her words were having on him? Harry was in the process of shimmying closer, when she halted him, pressing him back again with her hands.

"That's the first thing." He stopped moving and held himself in check, waiting for her to continue.

"The second thing is about you."

"Me?" Harry questioned, eyebrows jumping up.

"Yes, you. There is a sweetness, a tenderness about how you... well, in how you take care of me. But there is also a dominance that has been there from the very first time we were together."

Madelyn's mind was racing in time with her accelerated heart rate. She had never in her life had a conversation such as this. Jack had taken the lead in their sexual relations when they were married. His pleasure had certainly come first, but he was not driven. Sex with men since their divorce had been perfunctory, a somewhat superficial means to an end. Pleasurable, yes, but without investment.

"You spanked me, Harry. No one has ever done that. I've never wanted anyone to do that to me."

Fuck, fuck, fuck! He had crossed the line. It had only been that one time that he had indulged himself. The moment he had tucked himself around her that night when Harry knew he would be waking up next to her and that he wanted to be allowed to see her again, he had determined that he had gone too far and had resisted the temptation to repeat the act.

"Dammit, oh, baby, I'm sorry. I just got lost in the moment, I promise it will never happen again. I didn't know then what you had been through; I didn't know that he had hurt you. I swear to you that I will never, ever, under any circumstances, put my hands on you in a violent way. Madelyn, you have my word, you have nothing to fear from me."

His hands were brushing her hair back, rubbing up and down the bare skin of her arms, her shoulders, and back. As if he were checking for injury and attempting to soothe her simultaneously.

"Harry, that's not it. I know you aren't going to hurt me. In fact, you have protected me. Don't forget that although our relationship is new, I spent four years watching you move through my department. I have a pretty decent idea about what kind of man you are. I'm not afraid of you. Plus, your perception of me includes all of who I am. Even as you've supported me, you have also respected my independence. I don't think you are threatened by me or my ability to stand alone."

She smoothed her right hand over his chest, feeling his pectoral muscles twitch as she glided her hand over, then up to his neck and into his hair, scratching gently. He tipped his head into her touch. She was pressing her bare breasts into him now and it was distracting.

"You're making it difficult to concentrate," he asserted, his voice lower. "If I haven't frightened you, or hurt you and you're not worried that I will, what is it, hmm?

Madelyn slid her lower leg along his and slowly brought her knee up, to rest her thigh between his thighs. Lifting her face, she stretched up and kissed him.

"The problem is, you're holding back. I know you are. I can feel you resisting that side of yourself." She nipped his lower lip harder than necessary. "Don't," she said, her voice thick as she licked the spot she had aggravated. "I'm making the choice here. I'm giving you permission to let go. I won't break and if I need you to pull back, I'll tell you."

He withdrew so he could look into her eyes directly. She smiled and he was reassured.

"Truly?" he questioned. "This urge is unique with you, stronger. I need to know without a doubt what you want; you have to tell me, clearly."

"I'm not into whips and chains, Harry," she laughed a little, as did he, shaking his head in the negative. "But that dominant streak that you've been guarding? I want it."

"Oh, fuck, Madelyn," he groaned. "Yeah?"

She inclined her head, "Yeah."

Before she had a chance to take another breath, Madelyn was pinned to the bed on her back, Harry's full body weight holding her down. His hair was a wreck of curls falling around their faces. His lascivious grin spreading as he rolled his hips, allowing her to feel him completely, leaving zero doubt as to his arousal.

Arms wrapped securely around her torso, Harry attacked her mouth. His kisses were urgent and loaded with desire. He glided the tip of his tongue across the seam of her lips, encouraging her to open to him. When she parted her lips on a weighted sigh, he plunged. She gave him the lead, allowing him to set the pace as their tongues twisted in a deepening rhythm.

Madelyn brought her hands to his face. Raking his hair back with her fingers, she gathered it into a rope and pulled tight. A guttural groan passed Harry's lips and into her mouth. A sound she returned. 

Harry broke their kiss and reached behind his head to grasp her wrists in his hands. Transferring both of them into his left hand, he held them above her head, leaving her somewhat vulnerable. Madelyn tilted her head back to see him effectively holding her in place. When her eyes came back to his, he raised his brow in question and waited.

"Yes," she rasped.

The retaining wall in Harry's mind fell to his desire. As his left hand enthusiastically continued to restrain the woman who had just given herself over to him, his right grasped her breast, anchoring it for him to leave open-mouthed kisses about. He did not touch her nipple. Abandoning the first breast for the other, she arched in protest, thrusting her now peaking nipples into his face.

"Harry," she whined.

"What, love? What do you want?" he was smirking as he felt her twist in his hand.

"You know what." There was a pout of displeasure in her voice.

"Do I, now? Tell me; I want to hear you say the words."

She growled slightly. "Suck them, Harry. Put my nipples in your mouth and suck them."

Her words shot straight to his cock and his balls tightened.

"You want my mouth on your tits, like this?" Harry opened his mouth over the bud of her right breast and licked, but did not suck. He was getting off on the tease and proceeded to aggravate her other side equally. Madelyn squirmed beneath him, as he ignored her discontent.

"Shall I kiss you someplace else? Your neck perhaps? I know there are a couple of spots behind your ears that drive you mad."

Leaning upwards, Harry made haste to locate the sweet little places that were certain to send her reeling with pleasure and want. His mouth was a mess of lips, tongue, and teeth, pulling nibbling, suckling at her flesh.

"What about this mark I made on your throat last night? Its really not very dark, now that I see it in the daylight. Pity. Let's fix that, yeah?" He caught her gaze, her eyes were wide open, pupils dilated.

She watched in fascination as he bowed his head and did to her throat what she had begged him to do to her nipples only moments ago. He released the suction just as it was beginning to sting, looking at the bruising with his head tilted as if in thought.

"What will you do tomorrow, Professor, when you have to stand in front of all those students wearing my mark?" A surge of electricity charged up Harry's spine as he thought of her in public, exhibiting the evidence of his lust.

"Harry," she breathed, "I'll have to cover it." This was something that she had never dealt with, not even as a teenager.

"You can cover it, but only with something else that belongs to me. I'll give you a scarf of mine." Discussion tabled.

In a moment of separate and lucid thought, Madelyn considered how hard she had fought for her independence and self-possession, and how right it felt to be handing those cherished things over to Harry. She knew he would return control to her in an instant, should she desire it, but for the moment, allowing him power over her was the most freeing thing she had ever done. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and it felt right. She knew she was in safe hands and he would take care of her.

"Harry, I want you."

"Say the words, baby. Tell me what you want."

"I... I want you inside me." Her previously shallow breaths were becoming deeper, stuttering in anticipation.

"Aw, love, I want to be deep inside you, too."

He used first one knee, then the other to knock her thighs apart so he was able to settle between her legs.

"I'm going to let go of your wrists now, but you do what I tell you. Keep your hands above your head. If you need to, hold on to the top of the mattress. But do not move them unless I tell you to. Understand?"

She nodded yes, eyes wide with excitement.

"Good girl."

Leveraging his upper body on his left arm, Harry brought his right hand across her breasts, palming each in turn before rolling her nipples between his fingers.

"I love your breasts, Madelyn. They're perfect. The size and softness. I like the look of them in my hands and seeing your little, pink nipples get hard and tight in my fingers. That's a sight." He flicked each one with his tongue and grinned at her reaction.

She arched upwards in appreciation of his fondling and rolled her hips in response to the sensations that were racing from her nipples to her clitoris.

"More, Harry," she pleaded.

Her need was only increasing his pleasure. He craved her desperation for him.

"More, baby?" Madelyn bobbed her head. "How about my fingers? Fingers first."

Harry brought his hand to the center of her body and bypassing her clit, slid two fingers into her.

"You're soaking wet; so wet. Who are you dripping for, love? Who makes you this wet? Hmm? Say it."

"You do, Harry." He withdrew his long fingers slightly before shoving deeper. "Ohh, it's you, Harry;  you're the only one. The only one I want."

He had maxed out his ability to go slow. The need to lose himself in her was peaking.

"I need to fuck you hard," he growled into her ear, and her breath hitched on the inhale.

Grabbing hold of his erection, Harry rubbed the head of his cock up and back, along the separation of her labia, before plunging into her. Madelyn's hands flew to his shoulders to brace herself against the intrusion.

"Hands!" he snapped, and she immediately replaced them above her head, grasping the edge of the mattress, under the headboard. "No touching yet."

Harry pulled his hips back and thrust into her again. As he did, he reached between them and spread her folds open so that as he rocked into her, he hit her exposed clit every time. The heightened stimulation had Madelyn's legs writhing. He took her left knee and pushed it to her side, as high as he could, holding her in place.

"Wrap your other leg around me," he commanded. "Now you can touch. Put your hands on your tits; I want to watch you play with your nipples."

She did as she was told and began to stroke her areolas then her nipples with the flat of her fingers. All the while, Harry rocked into her with increasing fervor.

"Put your fingers in my mouth, get them wet." Madelyn pressed her fingers to his lips and when he opened his mouth, she slid them over his tongue. He sucked them momentarily before releasing. "Pinch them, do it hard, and don't stop until you come."

"Uhh... Harry," she drew out his name.

"That's right baby, don't let up. Feel that burn when you pinch them, now pull. Yeah, like that. You like it don't you. Close your eyes now, that's right. Just feeling now, Madelyn." Sweat was forming on his brow and as he held himself on an incline, he could feel it beginning to roll down his spine.

"You're a good girl; my girl. Feel how hard you make me, baby. I love being inside you, so deep, so perfect. Don't stop now. Do you feel it starting? I can feel you getting tighter, Madelyn; you're starting to clench around my cock. Don't hold back, baby, make some noise for me. Come."

He was pounding into her now at a maddening pace. She began to shake her head side to side as she panted, little whimpers escaping between her lips. Harry was touching places inside her that only he had been able to reach. His depth, the friction of his pubis hitting her clit, the overwhelming stimulation of her nipples sent her to the ultimate plane.

"Yes... oh god, yes," she cried out

Harry released her leg and shifted his arms under hers to hold onto her shoulders from behind her back, effectively anchoring her body to his as he thrust into her, unleashing his own orgasm.

They lay connected for some time. Their breathing becoming more regular, their bodies cooling, Madelyn running her fingers through his hair, soothing him. Lightly kissing noses, cheeks, and foreheads.

"You're right, Harry."

"About what," he asked on a sigh.

"We are pretty compatible."

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