"Harry, what are you doing?" Between the steam from the shower and the man sliding his tongue up her center, Madelyn was beginning to feel a tad lightheaded.

She clenched as he laughed into her. "You know, for someone with an advanced degree, I would think it would be pretty obvious what I'm doing down here." His hands were on the backs of her thighs, holding her steady. "Did you want me to stop?" He was looking up at her, eyebrows raised, his pink tongue jutting out of his mouth.

"No, don't stop. You're some kind of surprise, Harry. I didn't expect..." Her words stilled as he bit into one of her outer lips.

"Just enjoy the surprise then." Nibble. "And stop questioning it." Nibble.

Harry slid his hands around to the front of her thighs now, thumbs massaging their way to the place where her flesh met to protect her swelling bundle of nerves. He separated her labia, nipping at her gently with his teeth. With a squeak, she reached out to steady herself on the shower wall. Harry intercepted her, and placed her hand on his head, forcing her fingers to curl into his hair. Closing her fist, she held tight as he continued his sweet assault. Madelyn closed her eyes against the water and the sensations building between her legs. She let her head roll back and simply enjoyed.

When he felt her relax into his touch, Harry brought his fingers lower to find her entrance. She was soaked with the water and her own lubrication and he easily slipped a long finger into her, stroking softly in and out, then added a second. With an ear open to her little moans and accelerated breathing, he found a rhythm that suited her. He was aware of the fact that her hips were shifting and he used the fingers inside of her to pull her body forward so that she was steadied and leaning into his mouth. Harry rotated his hand so that his fingers brushed where he imagined her nerves were most concentrated and pumped against that spot.

"Madelyn, you hear me?" Nod, pant. "Leave your hand in my hair, I like it. But take your other hand and let me see you touch your breast. That's a good girl. Pinch your nipple; pinch it harder. That's right. No need to be quiet, now. Feels good doesn't it?" More nodding, whimpering. "'M'gonna make you come now, hold on to me." One hand at her nipple, the other fisted in his long curls, she held tight to both. Harry made his tongue flat and firm against her, then circled her little protrusion quickly before sucking in between his lips, holding it while flicking his tongue until she came around his fingers and her knees nearly buckled. 

Before she could slump over his shoulder, Harry wrapped his strong arms about her, guiding her to sit on the tiled shower bench.

"Jesus, Harry." She was rubbing her eyes and pushing her wet hair back. "Give me a minute and I'll take care of that for you," she inclined her head toward his prominent erection and let out a breathy laugh. 

He bent down and kissed her deeply, remaining close after their lips were separated. "How about I take care of this myself and you help with visual aids." It wasn't really a question. "Lean back." With Harry standing in front of her, Madelyn scooted back on the bench and leaned against the shower wall. 

"That's good, now spread your legs." She complied as he used his large hand to push one of her knees further aside. He took a step back into the spray of the showerhead that hung from above. The shower itself was sizable, with smaller sprays in addition to the main one that Harry was now standing beneath. She was watching as he took hold of himself and squeezed without pumping. Letting his eyes wander the shelf nearby, he seemed to be making a selection from the bath supplies. His hand reached for a bottle of body oil that Madelyn used when her skin was dry in the winter months. Moving slightly forward, but keeping his backside in the spray, Harry drizzled the oil over his hard cock and into his now open palm. Spreading the oil over his shaft, he began a slow stroke, working himself from base to tip.

"Uhn... Harry that's really hot," Madelyn's fingers were stretching forward to touch him.

"I'll do me, baby. Can you put your knee up? I want to see you." Pulling her hand back, she raised her knee so that her leg was bent, foot resting near her bum on the bench. He had a fine view. "Madelyn, use your fingers and spread yourself out; that's so nice. Hmmm, pretty girl." He was increasing his motion and the breath panting over his lips was becoming forced. He rolled the flat of his hand over the engorged head of his penis and tugged below the glans, then returned to a faster-paced pump. "I see you, yeah, you're feeling good again aren't you?"

Madelyn's other hand had found its way to her core and she was on the fast track to another round of pleasure. Feeling caught, she started to pull her hand away.

"No, no, no, don't stop! Let me see you make yourself come," his tone was half plea, half dictate. And so she complied. Head dropping back, eyes closed, a curse on her lips and fingers flying, she quickly cascaded over the edge of her own orgasm.

When she opened her eyes, it was to a vision of Harry; he was watching her intently, one hand holding his balls, the other shifting over his erection in a twisting stroke that caused him to release himself with a grunt of satisfaction.

They held onto one another under the water as they washed. She didn't have any bath products for men so she teased Harry that he would have to endure smelling of cherries and almonds; he claimed not to mind. Madelyn stepped out of the shower first. Harry dried himself slowly as he focused on her slathering creamy lotion from head to toe. Most women would run for cover when the intimacy was over, he thought to himself. She, on the other hand, was a bit of a wonder. She seemed to have no compunction regarding her nakedness. He appreciated this about her.

Breakfast was superb! Certainly, they had worked up an appetite and any sustenance would have been good, but Harry wasn't kidding when he had said he could make an impressive omelet. It was light and fluffy, with cheese fairly oozing out when they cut into the egg pocket. They skipped the dining room and opted to sit at her cozy kitchen table by the window. It was a beautiful morning. The sunlight bounced off the newly formed hills of snow, the sky above almost painfully blue. Last night's winter storm had passed and left a wonderland behind.

After their meal had been cleared, the pair bundled up and Harry helped her shovel off the deck and a path to the driveway. In the back of his mind, he knew he should probably be going once the way to his vehicle was cleared. Thinking of his imminent departure made his heart heavy. It was at that moment that he was unceremoniously smacked in the back of the head with a giant snowball; a fit of laughter from Madelyn rang out clear and loud.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that!" he yelled. Gathering ammunition, he flung snow back at her, missing completely. This put her into a fit of hysterics. Not one to let go of his revenge, Harry sped toward her. Unable to move quickly enough, Madelyn was caught around the waist and promptly tossed into a snowdrift. She tried ineffectively to scramble out of the pile of fluff. After indulging in a good belly laugh at her expense, Harry dragged her out and into his arms.

"Harry!" she scolded him breathlessly. "You're a big meany!" He simply silenced her with a kiss. Warm lips and cold noses brushed and nuzzled. Harry suckled on her bottom lip until she opened and allowed his tongue access. She felt the bottom of her stomach drop, as her heart seemed to fly.

The analytical part of her brain was trying to sort what was happening between them. But as Harry's teeth scraped over her jaw and his mouth returned to hers, she forgot to think. Instead, she felt. She felt his hot tongue gliding over hers, pushing until she submitted control of the kiss to him, then gentling as he used his lips to nibble at hers. Her mittened hands pulling his waist closer as he held her with one hand at the small of her back, the other in her long, loose waves of hair.

Slowing the kiss, Harry spoke low and slow. "I don't want to, but I should go. Would... do you... can I see you again?"

Madelyn was quiet as she warred with herself. She wanted to see him again, but there was the age disparity and the fact that she had been his professor. At the same time, they were both adults; he was two years past her class, and they had some kind of overwhelming chemistry. Fuck it! She wanted him, he made her feel incredible; she was going with the chemical attraction. She would figure the rest of it out later.

"Yes."