Jo was sure that the temperature in the room was approaching sauna levels. Either that, or her hair was on fire and she was entirely willing to be burned as long as Harry kept his hand and mouth and body pressed to her. Her back was supported by the skin stretched beneath her and her own felt a little to small as well. Like she needed to shed it so that whatever this was, the way it felt when Harry had his hands on her, that feeling of lightness, of levitation, could really happen and she could fly, higher and higher and hit the atmosphere, or at least the ceiling. But In order to shed her skin she needed to get out of her clothes and she suspected that harry would need to be done with his as well.

Her hands pressed to Harry's chest, beneath the open shirt he must have thrown on to come to the door to have it out with her. Her fingers curled over his deltoids and she tried to push him up to get out of their coverings and he shook his head.

"No, please Jo!" He pulled back to do as he thought she was asking, even though his words were resistant. "I want you, more than anything in my life. Don't you feel me, feel that too?"

Jo looked at him confused for a second. And she watched his face shutter and him shut down.

"Ok." His face pinched like a zippered compartment going closed. "Ok, Jo. I'll go." And he started to pull his body off her and she was entirely confused by what'd  just happened. She wanted to get him and her naked. At this point it was the only thing she could do. Her hands were still hooked around his deltoids, and she dug in her nails until his head came up.

"What?" Jo looked him in the eye then and he looked small, soft. Though his body between her legs proved that untrue in size and shape.

"Jo," he caught her jawline his thumb at her chin. "Do you want me to leave?" Harry was entirely focused on her, his eyes were on hers and then they skittered down to her open mouth, and she tries to cross the distance between their lips, her tongue extended m to get to the plumpness before her. To breach the cavern and lick his teeth, even, only, if he will let her. Leave, why would he leave?

"No! No! I want to undress you! Undress me, please!" Her voice was throaty and had that hitch around his name when she let really herself experience him. Let's his presence wash over her and take her under like a wave. It felt good to surrender, to feel it and tell him so.

Harry must have agreed, his smile was wide and hopeful, "Yeah, Jo, you want me?" He asked. He knew the answer to this question before she even admitted it out loud. But she guessed after the run around she had given him, after her kiss and literal run, and dates, and general mixed signals, he needed verbal consent.

"Yes, Har-Harry," her voice hitched again and he closed his eyes she could feel his pleasure at hearing it radiating off him. "I want you! I want you to kiss me!"

His eyes popped open at this and her green light made him hit the gas like the formula one race they were both in had restarted once consent was established. Harry's questing tongue met her waiting mouth, open and panting his name and it was like their momentum had never slowed. His tongue found that tangle she craved over the last several weeks, that had even replaced his thumb stroking his slit when she fantasized about him. The thumb on her chin made a path down the midline of her body to the meeting of the silky fabric just between her breasts.

"I almost died when I saw this shirt today, I thought.." and he reached beneath the fabric, "fuck, you aren't wearing a bra!" This very idea seemed to exhaust him, he lay his forehead to hers as he circled her already pebbled nipple until it was more peaked that the Rockies and jo knocked his forehead off to shake her head back and forth at overwhelming sensation. He just wouldn't get to her actual nipple, just kept circuiting the areola until she was begging.

"You want me to touch you?" He said this against her mouth and his lips caressed hers and they were wet from where he had just licked them.

"Yes! I want you to touch me!"

"Okay," And he sat up and the action took his weight off of her and the disgruntled grunt she gave made him chuckle. "You want me to touch you and I want to see you." He reached for the tie closure just above her hipbone and pulled it free quick and unwrapped her like a present. Her chest was heaving and he took just a moment to admire her before covering his view with his hand to meet her request. Jo's back arched hard until her shoulders barely touched the canvas from just his fingers on the tip Of her tit.

When his mouth attached to her other breast the loud, "fuck!" That came up made him cover her mouth with the hand he'd been using to caress her milky waist.

"Shhh," he pulled off. "Zoe's asleep."

Jo nodded like she understood English, but just wanted his mouth back on her. She didn't get it, he sat up again and this time she just watched him, because he was pulling off his shirt and she could look at all his etchings without censure. Her fingers came to the tops of the butterfly on his solar plexes and traced the thorax of the insect and the left inferior wing before sliding her nail around the lip of his navel and finally gripping the button of his jeans to undo it. His dick was so hard in his pants the poor zipper made a sound like a gun clip as it surrendered to his girth and came undone by three notches. Jo's other hand woke up and she was pushing his pants off both hips to get him free, so she could find a better place to contain what she remembered as a gorgeous cock all too frequently.

Once it was in her hand, she realized her memory hadn't done him justice. The veinage was like rivulets of cerulean from head to base and his tip had come out of the foreskin because he was so hard. He was leaking and it looked like icing. Jo wasn't sure what possessed her, but she used her thumb to wick the pearly liquid away and brought it to her mouth.

"Jo." Harry begged and she responded to the desperation in his voice by getting her own jeans undone. He helped her pull them down with her pants to the tops of her boots and they both blew out frustrated breaths. Harry unzipped only one of her boots and tossed it behind him and yanked the pant legs off. He pressed her naked thigh down and looked at her half clothed form before promising Jo and himself, "next time."

He stroked over himself and she moaned at the sight, again, and he slipped three of his fingers through her folds. She was wet, Jo knew that, couldn't help but feel that from the moment she had opened her eyes to him in the entryway. She was thankful that he still took the time to check, Colin never did. Her eyes rolled back in her head when he swiped some of the moisture to spread it further out then wiped it on his cockhead. When Harry also licked his fingers to further wet himself, she nearly swallowed her own tongue.

The fat width of his glans pressed to her center and she widened her legs for him. The naked one was warmed by the skin beneath her that her body had heated. He stopped suddenly and looked frustrated, "Birth control?"

"IUD." She explained and he looked so relieved, she almost chuckled until she felt what he was doing at her center.

Harry used his thumb to press his tip down and in and the lip went in with a gorgeous wet sound, like the pop of a champagne cork. He stopped just there and Jo arched her back to get him deeper.

"Let me go slow, Yeah? Don't want to hurt you."

"Harry, I'm hardly a Virgin!" Jo assured him and wanted to eat her words and every inch of the cock he thrust up into her a second later when he listened to her and stopped being gentle.

"Fu——" she started the yell and was stopped by his mouth on hers. He was all the way inside her and his presence was considerable and she needed to shift her hips, and he needed to move. So she did and he grabbed her ass to hold her still.

"Don't. Move. I'll come! and I've been thinking about this for too long to not even get a pump in!" He swore at her.

She laughed loud, joyously. And covered her mouth like she always did. And he uncovered her mouth and kissed her again. "I love your laugh!" He said with his forehead against her. Jo knew he told her not to, but she pulled her hips back because she just needed to.

He groaned and brought his hands to the sides of her shoulders to hold himself up and pulled out of her several inches before pushing back in. Jo loved the way he filled her up, their moment of levity had given her time to adjust to him, and she flexed against and with his tide. Her head fell back and his name crossed her lips when he hit a spot she'd never felt before.

"There?" He asked and she nodded, because if that meant he'd try to bring that sensation again, she'd do anything.  "Is that the spot?"

Harry repeatedly rode into her in that circular rhythm that had hit her there again. On one stroke she clenched him in response and he started babbling, "Right there? Right there! God, I can tell that feels good."

"Fuck, Harry, he's, that's it!" And she clenched again involuntarily. 

"God, Jo, You were made for me!" His words set Jo to making sounds she barely recognized and when the wave inside her crested, her eyes popped open and she stared at Harry like a wonder.

"Ummmm, that's good, so good Jo!" His eyes were closed while her felt her pulse around him. He opened to her shocked expression.

"What?" Harry couldn't imagine there was anything to be concerned about.

"I came." She explained.

"Yeah?" He rocked back into her and she moaned some more at another frisson of pleasure.

When she could talk she said, "I've never, during, just foreplay."

"Yeah?" He looked so smug for a second she almost slapped his face lightly. But she saw the pleased smile beneath. The one he got when she praised his work, so she didn't, instead she brought her pelvis up to him.

"Baby, you're so fucking good." She normally wasn't this chatty either, but he liked it, she could tell. When she talked to him while he fucked her and Jo wanted to praise him, she should. He deserved it. This was better than most of her other experiences combined.

It worked, and he buried his head in her neck and lost the finesse his stroke had previously exhibited, he held her hips and pounded into her and she just gripped his shoulders to stay with him until he pulled up and clenched every muscle in his body. His spring eyes closed and his olive brow furrowed and he opened his berry stained mouth and a dull roar issued forth. And though she wasn't sure it was possible, Jo thought she could feel him pulse his sticky essence into her.

"Fuck!" He went limp on her and she waited for him to roll off her. Jo wondered how this was going to play out. They weren't in a bed, so she assumed the whole 'are you staying?' 'so you want me to.' or 'the I'm gonna leave,' was gonna be more awkward. She hoped he didn't fall asleep inside her. They would get glued together and the canvas wasn't exactly a mattress.

Instead, she felt him turn his face into her neck and kiss the column there sweetly. Harry's lips trailed up and down before the open mouthed smooches turned into light suction with the odd lick. She really liked the suction, and when he got to the back facing portion, and took a big whiff of her salt before leaving a strong sucking kiss with a bit of teeth, she moaned his name.

"Hmmm, love my name on your lips, darling." This was said into her ear and the combination of his whispered breath and strong affection for her neck had her squirming underneath him. Her eyes popped open in shock when instead of slipping out of her, she felt his clock starting to fill again.

"Oh!" She yelped and felt his grin where he was back on her neck, this time the other side of it.

"Let's get naked this time. I really wanna see you."

He moved away from her and it unjoined them. Jo felt empty and a little sad to have him go, but he stood to shuck off his jeans and she was surprised how easily his jeans came off considering the snug fit. The tiger caught her eye. She used her bare foot to kick it softly, "thiger!" She laughed.

"Exactly!" He dimpled like a day dream at her and started to get down on her level.

"Harry," she sounded shy and wanted to laugh at herself. "Can I look at you?"

He straightened. "Yeah, Yeah, course, if you want."

'I want' she thought, but instead just did, he was pretty from top to toe. His hair was a wild mess of curls and she realized she didn't get her hands in it. His shoulders were surprisingly broad and she realized he had even worse posture than most young men. His etchings were half-hazard and funnily clumsy for an art student. She'd have to ask about that. Some highlighted his attributes, like the birds on his clavicle, others obscured, like the foliage at his hips. That area looked defined and she wondered if she'd find time tonight. She hoped to, who knew if the sunrise would bring them to their senses. He had untamed pubic hair, and it was just a shade darker than that on his head. His cock pointed up with just a slight hang to his left and was uncut and thick. Her mouth watered and she made a face.

"Am I found wanting?" Harry asked trying to bluff through the tense moment.

Jo felt like they needed to be as bare as they could tonight, In case it never happened again. "No, I was just thinking I wanted to suck you off. But, I don't usually like that."

"Well," he ran his hand up in his hair and stroked himself while he did it. Her glutton's comment had induced a bob and that curious urge struck her again. "If you'd like to check if your opinion has changed?" He trailed off.

Jo surprised them both when she said, "yeah, think I would. Come here."

Harry's jaw had dropped, but he stepped forward and Jo took her shirt off her arms and tossed it aside before getting her hands on him.

Veltvety skin and a lovely pink tip, the color of his lips. Jo put her hand over his and stroked with him to memorize what he liked. Then got on her knees to get her mouth on him. She licked the slit in the tip and Harry softly clutched the back of her head. She used the flat of her tongue to lick the fissure over again and found herself flicking the end around him.

"God, that feels so good. Your tits look so good from this angle, Jo. I've thought about this, so much."

She rubbed his cockhead over her lips like a lip balm, "What did you imagine?" She asked against his skin.

He shrugged, "Usually just imagining this was enough to get me off."

"Oh you never thought about this?" And Jo opened and slid as much of him into her mouth as she could, she hollowed her cheeks and came up to his tip again and smiled sweetly when she popped off.

"Think that was better than anything I could have come up with." He whispered and brought a hand under her chin, he bent in half to kiss her deep with the taste of her cunny mixed with a little bit of him on her lips. He licked into her mouth until she panted and then brought his cock back to her lips. Jo swallowed him down and stroked over him until she could taste the veins.

He pulled himself from her mouth and got on his knees to kiss her. "Baby, baby, baby, you are so good." Harry blabbed happily before kissing her to her back again and moving to pull off the boot, pants and jeans still had on one leg. "You have gorgeous legs! They always are covered, but they look so good. That night? When you caught me, I couldn't stop thinking about them around my neck." And he kissed her on the clit before licking the little man inside the boat to attention. Her hands immediately gripped to his long hair and it felt like the silk fibers in a market place she once visited. It was as warm to the touch as his voice always was to her ears in class and she reveled in being able to touch it freely. She loved the way it had grown and the long ringlet on his deeper dimpled side caused her distraction regularly.

Harry was not who Jo thought was her type, but as he feasted on her center, she thought he was exactly her flavor.

Jo wasn't sure how he accomplished it, maybe it was the two fingers within her petting or the latch and caress of his mouth on her nub, but she felt another orgasm rising on her horizon, and when he pressed her legs down to open her lips wide and said, "Oh look at you!" It only took another suck before he had to put the fingers wet with her into her mouth to quiet her down.  He licked her through it before he sat up and ran his fatty head between her swollen labia. The nudges to her clit made her try to close her legs to him, but he pinched her clit and said, "Jo, put me in."

She shook her head, but got her hand around his swelling and placed it at her entrance. He pushed in and she waited for him to brace himself over her. Instead he gave her no time to adjust, but pulled her up over his lap and sat back on his calves, and began rocking her back and forth across his lap.

Her clit was swollen and sensitive and his bush kept rubbing against it in this position. Jo found herself coming to a rougher bounce than Harry had started to feel it more. "That's it baby! God, thought about this, you on me, just like this." He tweaked her nipple and leaned back on his hands. "Fucking me." and Jo gripped his shoulders for leverage to work herself off on him because she had no idea just how hot his gravelly voice would be in this situation. Her imagination was inadequate.

"Ahh, yes!" She threw her head back when she hit that spot he had found inside her and her clit on the same down beat. Jo tried to keep up a good rhythmic cadence to feel that over and over, but was tiring out. Harry felt her exhaustion, so he sat up straighter and caught her hips in his hands to find the stroke she needed again. "Har-harry!" She started to call out and was once again caught with his tongue against her own.

"Shhh, shhh." He lay her back then over the canvas, but stopped before following her down. He reached up to where he had been painting while she was on her date, trying to get the gold in her eyes when she looked at him, not whatever his name was. Harry grabbed the paint he left open, a heavily pigmented metallic with high shine. He raised his eyebrows at her and she once again surprised herself by going with it. Even though she had no idea what his plan was, Jo could only imagine she'd like it. He reached around under her lower back and lifted her up while coming to his knees. He poured the golden paint from her navel and it ran up the middle concavity of her belly between her ribs and her breasts over her shoulders into the tips of her hair and onto the canvas below her. It made a halo around her, like she was some eastern saint, definitely a work of art. "You look like Klimt's Judith, magnificent and well fucked." Harry said like she was the proudest thing he had ever painted .

With the way he thrust into her along the way he looked at her, she felt like it. "This is how I see you, Jo, Golden, brighter than the sun." He sat the paint down and dipped his whole hand in before filling in the color over her breasts. His strokes where short in the interim, but the worship in his eyes and fingertips while he performed this absolution touched her nearly as deep as his cock. He pinched at her nipples and leaned down to fill in her neck kissing her mouth with his gilded hand holding her throat until she felt the waves coming back again.

He felt it too, maybe before she did, because he pulled back to watch her face, to lock eyes with her and said, "Jo!" Just as she started to shake. Her contractions pulled the joy from him too, he must have been staving it off at intervals since she took him into her mouth.

This time he did roll off her and immediately pulled her into him. They lazed for a few minutes, and then Harry got a mischievous look in his eye and sat up to crawl to where her brushes lived. He grabbed a fan brush, the kind for stippling with varied length of fibers and came back to her.

"Do you trust me?" He ran the brush up and down her thigh. It tickled, but her nerve endings were dulled, drugged with pleasure. She had better trust him. They had better trust each other now they had jumped across the line.

"Yeah, Harry, I trust you."

His dimples made her think of her cubist idea again and he kept running the brush over her legs. Even her insteps and the backs of her knees, which tickled fiercely. Her inner thighs were next, and he went from knee and higher, and back to knee then higher still until he reached the place wet with their mingled pleasure. He ran the brush through it, to the top of her slit and down and again. The long bristles felt amazing and she was ready, again. Jo never knew herself to be this insatiable, she's writhing underneath his gaze. It's his focus that brings it out in her. That and the feeling of the strokes of the brush between her legs, and his mouth at her ear where he laid down by her, "You turn me on so much. Think I could do this for days, weeks. Paint you everyday before I'm through. Try out every medium on you, in you. What do you think of this technique, Professor."

She didn't respond and it took her a moment to realize he has stopped to wait for her response.

"It's good," she swallowed the words from her swollen tongue. "Novel."

"Hmmm" he commented and brought the wet brush to her lips.  He painted their married scents there. Jo licked out immediately and on instinct. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was right, they did taste of the dawn. The sun had broken here and light couldn't go back in the box. Jo didn't want it to.

While she was thinking of the flavor of their communion,  Harry had spread the trail to her nipples and navel and then went back to teasing her where she was wet from before and was anew. Her hips were rising up and down and he just wouldn't stop. Harry kept her poised on the brink with the bristles until he had to hold her down with an arm across her stomach. Her babbling of his name and fantastic curses had escalated to moans so loud he moved his free hand up her torso between her golden breasts to cover her mouth.

Jo bit his pointer finger so hard she tasted rust and Harry smeared it over her chin when he switched to holding her neck like an egg and kissed her mouth, filling it with his tongue to quiet the scream coming to the surface because he's finally stopped torturing her with the brush. But he'd also filled her cunt with his weeping cock. Jo's hips were rutting against his pelvis, and his presence inside her set her off again.

"God, fuck, Jo, you squeeze me so tight!" She shook her head, because she just couldn't. But she squeezed again to see if he was right and he whimpered.

"Baby, do you feel this," Harry pressed as deep as he could, until she writhed, "you fit me perfect. Your pussy is the loveliest sight I've ever seen." He pulled back until the tip was just outside her and pushed back in. He had to slap a hand back over her mouth, "Jo-you are loud! Do I make you loud?" She's not able to speak so she grunted. It doesn't seem to satisfy him, so he continued, "open your eyes!" She blinked open and he smiled at her like they hadn't been all over each other for at least an hour. "Who's making you this loud?"

She gets his name out.

And it's loud.

"Professor," he whispered that in her hair. "Can I paint your pussy? Not on it, like I just did? But put it on a canvas, so I'll never forget?"

That set her fluttering, and he pulled halfway out and sat back to watch. "You're so pink Jo, and look at you stroke me! Keep coming!" He continued to watch her for a moment until her desperate mewls and rhythmic squeezes got him nearly there. That appeared not to do, so he pulled out.

"You're riper in my mouth," he told her, "like a peach I ate one day and the juices ran down my chin, just like you."

Jo's tired but feels like she could give him as many orgasms as he demanded. So she came again when he said, "come on my face, Jo, do it!"

He looked proud when she caught his face while he pulled her up and flipped her over. It's like this they filled in the negative space on the canvas with the tacky paint on her nipples and breasts until they both came one final time. The image is blurry, like a hummingbird or butterfly in flight within the gold outline.

He asked where, she remembers, and Jo was so thankful for birth control, because they should not have been separated.

He filled her up and pulled out to watch it drip onto the skin stretched beneath her. Jo loved the weight of him when he laid on her back for a moment.

She turned her head to the side and saw light coming in the window.

"Is the sun rising?" Jo asked. That wasn't possible, she was home by 10. "What time is it?"