This was originally written by lucifael over on HPFFA but was shortly abandoned I may take over and finish it off time and abilities' permitting xD

Book One: The Summer

The sun beat down on unsuspecting Privet Drive like it had a personal vendetta against that road in particular. The heat was rising off the tarmac in an almost visible wave of heat haze and the lawns and other greenery was showing signs of dryness prevalent with brown patches of dead vegetation. The heat wave that was upon the street was the worst on record for the area and it didn't show any signs of letting up. The sky was clear of any cloud cover at all and the sun was beaming in the sky.

In all that heat only one person was mad enough or desperate enough to be out in the withering sunlight and his name was Harry Potter. He had a bit of a reputation in the street and surrounding area of criminal tendencies despite the fact he had no police record or anything of that sort at all. Also despite this reputation he was currently running a somewhat successful odd job business. Not that he saw all the money involved and he did not want to start it in the first place. It was started for him by his aunt and uncle, both of whom didn't want him around the house if they could get away with it and unlike previous years didn't seem to have enough to keep the young man going.

So they had hired him out, and while unusually they did give him some of the proceeds for the work, he didn't see more than 20% of his endeavours payout. Given that it was so hot and so very hard to work in the weather h was occasionally tipped by his neighbours and he pocketed that immediately as it could turn out to be useful. The occasional glass of lemonade and other soft drinks were brought to him by grateful people glad they didn't have to do their own jobs so he got on fine.

Not that this house was likely to be bringing him any drinks anytime soon. For one thing the owner of the property wasn't even there and had hired Harry purely on word of mouth. They were new to the area and quite young by the standards of the street, so of course a lot of rumour was floating around about them. In this case the, who, was a woman that worked out of London and was barely home but that didn't mean they didn't want a nice garden so had hired Harry to look after it for them. So it was by that method that Harry was out in the blistering heat stripped down to a pair of shorts working his arse off in the garden of number 8 Privet Drive.

He swept his hand over his sweating forehead and stretched out a little, he was getting a nice tan with all the work he was doing, which in this case was quite lucky because he had been a pale guy before, which hadn't been lucky as the sun had been merciless to him at first, but given that he had been back a month now he was weathering the sun fairly well and turning a good golden brown colour that solarium users aspired to, though he hadn't paid for the privilege. Of course sun block was out of the question and while he had enough money to buy his own he was rather more interested in saving his money for emergencies. The tan wasn't the only thing that had changed either, he was putting on some bulk, as he had been using some of his hard earned money to buy himself extra food, food that a weight lifter might eat. It was expensive, but worth it and the results were already showing, thanks to his magical heritage, he was bulking out a little from the skinny kid look and now looked his age and had some muscle backing him up. Thanks to his magical heritage it appeared that he was piling on bulk and shooting up a little, as magic had a wonderful way of repairing things if it was given a good enough source of energy. Magic could only do so much alone, with some energy in the form of the food he had been buying he also had given it something to work with. Thus he was exploding into himself, and was taller, and broader than before. He was never going to be as tall as Ron, or as broad as Charlie Weasley, but he was now quite respectable for his age whereas before he had been pathetic.

He toiled on the garden of number eight for many hours, the sun slamming down on him and making him sweaty and hot, and frankly he was starting to feel the pull of a nice ice cold drink. Something he could go and get himself from the local strip mall, as they were called in America. In Britain they were just called going down the shops. Either way he had an ice cold coke in his future, or perhaps some energy drink, it was expensive but he had become more than a little addicted to them, and unless he missed his guess they worked better on a magical than a so called Muggle as well. He always felt ready for more after sipping from the bull of red and he was always a little surprised that steam didn't come out of his ears.

He put down his shovel and placed it off to the side, the pull of the promise of ice cold drinks making him decide to call it a day. Then his attention was distracted by the sound of incoming music, muted but it was definitely there. The solid thump, thump of bass was the only thing he could really make out at that distance, but it caught his attention. He listened for a minute and then saw a small British racing green MG stream down the road at some rate of knots, it then pulled up outside the house quickly and the music died when the driver turned off the engine.

Harry just stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, it was obviously the owner of the garden he was working in, should he greet them, or just pack up and leave? Just then his decision was made for him when the driver's side door opened, they had parked so the driver side was by the curb and then one long female leg was extracted from the car and the scrape of heel on tarmac shattered his thoughts.

A woman got out of the car, but to leave it there wouldn't do her justice. She had long dark brown hair in a wave down her back, dark framed glasses covered deep brown eyes set in an almost impish looking face with full cupid bow lips, a body that was made for sin by the look of it and she was dressed in a smart business attire that had a blisteringly short skirt that flashed a beautiful pair of legs covered in dark gray nylon. Her shoes were matched to the dark dusky looking pink of her suit which was a nice balance against the dark gray of the main part of the material. She got out of the car, spun, locked with a button push and then turned and faced him, "Hi there," she said with a cheerful tone and a smile that blew Harry's socks off.

"Mawahh," Harry said then mentally slapped himself around the head, "Hi there, I'm Harry."

"Jasmine, but you can call me Jazz," she said still in the perky cheerful tone she had used before and the same almost impish but sexy smile on her face. "You must be my gardener, LOVE what you've done with the place."

"Thanks," Harry said trying like crazy not to blush. It was then he realised that he was standing topless in an attractive woman's garden and suddenly felt very naked.

Jazz as she had asked him to call her was looking at him still with that smile in place and apparently didn't take notice of his sudden feeling of nakedness. In fact she wasn't showing any undue interest in anything, she was just being pleasant Harry realised which helped him feel a little better about his state of dress. "Well, I'll leave you to it; give me a knock when you're done." Jazz said with another knee knocking smile and moved past him with a waft of perfume that hit him like a very pleasant freight train. It was a fresh and light smell that seemed to suit her to a tee.

Once she was gone, Harry realised that he couldn't bunk off early now and that he had to actually finish what he was doing.

Jasmine Carmichael leant back against her front door and fanned herself slightly with an airy movement of her hand. Perhaps it had just been far too long, but hell she liked her new gardener just a little too much. She was aware that he was younger than her, by a few years if she was any judge, but while he wasn't built like a weight lifter he was certainly a fine specimen of manhood, all the way from chiselled abs up to strong arms. She was a sucker for strong arms, she had to admit. The fact that his body was deeply tanned and that he was all hot and sweaty just added to the image for her and made it into one long erotic tease. It had been all she could do and not go the typically lonely older woman route and 'invite' him in for drinks. She might well still go that route; it had been far too long for her. She had dedicated her life to her career and now that she was pretty successful in that she was realising that there was more to life than a good career.

For one thing she could do with some companionship, friends and the alike and someone to have bouts of sweaty unattached sex too wouldn't go amiss either. She walked to her front room and gently tweaked the net curtain to one side, gasping slightly when she got a full view of her young gardener bent over at the waist working on something or another. He was very nicely built that was for sure. She was aware, since his 'aunt' had told her that this Harry, had a bit of a reputation in the neighbourhood, but in truth that actually added to the attraction for Jazz, not detracted from it. He looked a little like a bad boy as well, but given his blush he wasn't totally used to being around women either.

She watched him for a full half an hour, working on her bushes and other sundry garden type things, though she wasn't the least bit interested in what he was doing, more in the how he was doing it. He was very strong given the way his arms stood out when he was pulling one shrub out of the ground with an ease that made her smile in a sultry way. She liked her men to be strong, she had to admit. Young, strong as an ox and good looking, he was almost the perfect partner for her, now if he wanted no strings sex she might just have to keep him around.

Her work as a Public Relations Officer for a large multi-national didn't lend itself to her meeting anyone she would touch with a barge pole. She was good at her job, very good at it, but her boss tended to take most of the credit she was due leaving her as the perfect subordinate as she didn't say anything about it. The only thing she had refused to do was get a leg up in the corporation via 'that' method. That's not to say she was without needs in that department, but she had a very narrow window for such things and that didn't lend itself to a normal relationship.

She also wasn't a traditional type of woman. She had brought herself up pretty much from the get go, an Orphan by accident of birth and a hard worker by inclination she had worked her way up from nothing from a good, luckily, foster home. She believed in working hard in all walks of her life but wasn't averse to taking advantage of an opportunity when it presented itself either. Her morals were her own and certainly not traditional and as far as she was concerned as long as her gardener, Harry, was above the legal age limit, he was fair game.

A small smile, quite different from the one she had shown Harry curled her lips into a sultry expression of intent. It had been too long after all, and what was the harm. If his reputation was that of a trouble maker then he wouldn't be adverse to some trouble of that regard, and if he was more like Jazz thought he was then it would be a simple matter to seduce him into what she wanted.

It was fine by her that he was likely to be inexperienced, it would give her someone to mould into a good, perhaps even brilliant lover. It was just a case of getting him to think in a certain way, and that was after all, her job.

Harry put his tools down and quickly tidied up the garden to leave no trace that he was there other than the fact that it looked a million times better than when he had started it. It was still and ongoing job and he believed that the client, namely 'Jazz' wanted him to do her back garden as well, which would also take time. As far as Harry was concerned the more time he had there the more likely he was to see her again, and that was worthy of his time. She had been on his mind all afternoon in fact, that glimpse of thigh, the smile, the toss of her hair as she had gotten out of the car. It had all been running through his mind as he had toiled in the garden under the massive heat of the sun.

Harry wasn't given to great flights of fancy when it came to the opposite sex, but he had noticed of late, as he got healthier and fitter, with an accelerated rate thanks to his magic, that women and girls were on his mind a lot. A combination of bad diet, bad treatment and too much stress had pretty much made sure that he only really noticed girls in passing as he had done with Cho. That could be a full on crush by those standards but Harry was quickly coming to realise that while he still found her attractive other women and girls were preying on his mind a lot more. Like 'Jazz' who was now well and truly in his psyche and not leaving anytime soon. From the curves of her body to the smile on her face she was well and truly in his head and didn't show any signs of leaving anytime soon.

There were others of course, like Lavender, a perennial favourite with the blokes in his dorm; Cho was there, oddly so was Luna and Ginny while they were a year younger at 16 to his 17 they were still there, and Luna more than Ginny truth is told. There was something about the other worldly blonde that caught his interest. Slytherin got into his head at times, as both Tracey Davies and Daphne Greengrass were very hot and the other houses all had girls in or around his year that made appearances in his dreams of late.

After he had put away his tools, only then did Harry remember that he had to give Jazz a knock before he left, so he quickly pulled on his shirt and walked to the front door. It opened before he could knock and he was left in the amusing position of a hand in the air ready to knock on a smiling Jazz's face. He quickly put his hand down and smiled slightly, "I'm done."

"Great, come in why don't you - I'm sure you could do with a cold drink," she said standing back from the door. She had not changed from her work gear Harry noticed, though she had lost the jacket and appeared to have popped a couple of buttons of her blouse. This registered big time on his radar, but he brushed it off and tried not to stare as he walked into the modern and well appointed home.

Jasmine mentally scored one up at the look she had gotten, she was sure that he had gotten quite the eyeful of her lacy bra that time around, which was good as it would put him in the right frame of mind for her offers later on. He wasn't leaving before she had her way with him, come hell or high water. It was a little strange though; it was like there was a voice whispering in her ear about him and that it would be good to seduce him, because she wasn't usually quite so quick to be caught up on someone, especially someone younger than she. She brushed aside that minor worry and instead thought about all the fun they could have, of course if he was like she suspected a virgin, then she would need to take the edge off him first. That was easy enough and she didn't know of a man alive that would refuse a blow job.

A wicked smile appeared on her face, behind Harry where he couldn't see it and then she covered it quickly. "Like my place," she asked moving behind him as he walked into the front room proper.

"It's very nice, modern I like that. My aunt and uncle are more - in the past about their decorations." Harry said with a slight smile on his face, "I personally prefer a room like this one. I like the couch in particular."

'Good,' Jazz thought to herself, 'because you're going to be flat out on it soon with your cock halfway down my throat.' Instead of verbalising any of that she just smiled and said, "Glad you like it, I wanted to thank you for all the hard work you've been doing in my bush."

Harry blinked twice in quick succession, "Always happy to help."

"You seem to be working cheap for such a hard worker," Jazz noted.

"Erh yeah, it's mostly busy work anyway. I'll be away at the end of summer and my Aunt and Uncle want to keep me out of the house."

"You didn't mention your parents," Jazz said carefully.

"I urh... don't have any," Harry said with a shrug, "They died when I was very young."

Jazz smiled a little more, "Really, well that's interesting a fellow orphan then."

"Oh," Harry said looking surprised, "You too huh, sorry about that."

"It's okay, but I wasn't lucky enough to be placed with relatives I went into foster care."

"Yeah - lucky," Harry said with a forced smile that Jazz noticed but made no comment about.

"Come - sit," she said patting the back of the sofa, "I'll grab you a drink - coke alright?"

"More than thanks," Harry said with a smile taking a seat on the leather sofa, all black and chromes the very height of modern looks that would put his aunt in some sort of attack. All the furniture in the room was like that, and Harry did honestly appreciate the look. When he eventually got away from Durzkaban and his own place, he was going to outfit it in much the same way, but it was surprisingly masculine for a woman he thought. Still he liked it and apparently so did she, and she was an orphan too, that gave them an interesting starting point for talking in Harry's opinion.

Jazz came back into the room with two cokes, taking a seat next to him she curled around with one leg tucked under her, flashing some thigh in the process and faced him. She took a sip of her already opened drink and smiled. "It's interesting to meet a fellow Orphan," he said, "There are not a lot of us in the world."

"That's a good thing, but it's my understanding there's quite a lot."

"Not in this country," Jazz said with an expressive shrug.

"Fair enough, I get you now," Harry said smiling slightly, "So what's your story there if you don't mind me asking?"

"Simple enough, my mum died in child birth, was a Jane Doe; no one knew her name so no idea who the father was or any family. I have had bugger all luck finding any either. I don't think she was from the area, in fact I'm not sure she was even English, I'm told my looks are a little Mediterranean."

Harry nodded at this causing her to smile and say, "I wish I had different eyes though."

"Oh no," Harry said seriously, "I think your eyes are very pretty as they are."

Jazz blinked and then smiled widely. She hadn't expected him to actually do that, it was complimentary in the extreme, "Thank you. Well yours are amazing."

Harry blushed, "Thanks; apparently they're like my mums."

"She must have been popular, like you I'll bet." Jazz said with a twinkle in her eye.

"I don't know about that," Harry said with a rueful smile that caught Jazz's interest more than a little, it made him look older wiser a little jaded perhaps but it was an attractive look on him she had to admit.

"I think they're very attractive Harry," Jazz said finally, moving a little so her skirt bunched up just a little more, enough that Harry's eyes widened slightly and his pupils dilated so she knew he had seen something he liked. She glanced down and smiled slightly, "Whoops, sorry but tights are too hot in this heat, and I like stockings."

Harry gulped, quietly but enough to show Jazz she was hitting home at this point. "I should take them off really," Jazz said then ran a hand down the leg that wasn't trapped under her and smiled at the noise it made and the look in Harry's eyes, "But I like the way they feel on my skin."

"Really," Harry said in a strangled voice, the sight of her leg, in those stockings was driving his temperature up despite the fact that she appeared to have brought air conditioning. Never mind the fact that when she had moved forward to touch herself like that, he had looked right down her blouse to two perfectly formed orbs encased in lace. Tonight he was going to have to be careful to keep the noise down when he 'worked' off his frustrations in the shower. He knew he shouldn't be looking, but it was almost like she was doing it on purpose.

Jazz eyed his crotch for a moment, her eyes a little wide. She had expected a reaction, she knew she was attractive, but THAT was a reaction and a half at least. She was never going to be able to take him all in one go; damn she was thanking her lucky stars at that moment. The fact that it showed through his overly large jeans told a story to Jazz that made her smile happily, now she just had to wind him up enough that when she made her move he would jump at the chance. He was probably close already, so it shouldn't take long.

'She hasn't stopped touching herself' Harry thought to himself with an inner gulp as Jazz traced a random pattern up and down her nylon coated leg with the back of her nails. It was driving him insane, the sound, the wish to do it himself and the sight of her well toned legs in virtually all their glory was making it painful to sit straight, he was just glad of his cast off at that moment.

"So I was thinking," Jazz said licking her lips wetting them. "I want to tip you."

"Oh - there's no need for that," Harry said.

"But you haven't heard what I am offering," Jazz said in a tone that was silky and sensual. "I was going to offer to suck your cock, since it's there and hard and all."

Harry squeaked, there was no other word for the noise he made, he wasn't one hundred percent sure he had even heard that correctly and if not for the talk in the dorms he wouldn't even know what she was offering or possibly offering because there was no way in hell he had actually heard that was there?

Jazz leaned forward and rested a hand on his bulge and smiled at him from under her lashes, a devastating combination of look and touch that drove his temperature to boiling point. "You're a good looking bloke, I'm single and in need of sex... Perhaps we can make a mutually beneficial deal here? I mean do you have a girlfriend?"

Harry shook his head wordlessly.

"I like you Harry - I like you a lot, and I like that bulge, don't get me wrong this has to be in the utmost secret of course, but frankly I've been watching you all afternoon and never gotten myself so worked up. I'm actually disappointed that you've put your shirt back on. You can say no - I can respect that. Just know that if you do, me and my dildo will be busy all night long thinking of you in my garden with your shirt off."

Harry looked at her with an expression that burned. It quite took Jazz's breath away to look at, the repressed emotion, the repressed need and the smouldering desire was quite unlike anything she had come across before. It showed a well of danger for sure, it showed that he was powerful in ways that she had no way to define and it spoke to her core and in all honesty made her want him even more than she already had, which was saying something.

Before she even knew what she was doing she had erupted from her position on the opposite end of the couch and launched herself at Harry, her lips mashing against his and for just a moment she feared she had made a mistake as he didn't react. Then suddenly - he did and it was amazing, it was the kiss from the crotch that stoked the inner fire of passion and took it to new heights and it was stoking her fire very well, she moaned into his mouth and her curves melded to his harder planes as they kissed with needful urgency.

Then she backed away a little and looked at him from close up, noses almost touching, "That was pretty good."

Harry blinked back years worth of lust and smiled slightly, "Thanks, first real kiss."

Jazz looked a little surprised at that, then moved forward more slowly to capture his lips in a loin searing kiss that left no doubt in either of their minds that they were going to have sex in the near future.

"Oh god," Jazz whispered against Harry's lips once the kiss had finished, "You kiss like an angel, only a really bad angel."

"Bad?"

"As in naughty sweetheart," Jazz said with a chuckle that was all about sexual need and little to do with humour. "Wow, who'd have known that," she told him.

"Is it that obvious that I'm... without experience."

"Sweetheart you were blushing because you had no top on," Jazz said with another sexy chuckle.

"Fair enough I suppose," Harry said with a put upon sigh that was patently fake. HE did after all have a beautiful woman pressed up against him in such a way that he could feel her every curve against his body. She had straddled his thigh and he could feel the heat of her body there in such a way that it was making it hard for him to think.

"I promise you that I'd suck your cock," Jazz said in a purr that went straight to Harry's libido, "But while I will do that we're also going to fuck, unless you have a problem with that?"

Harry shook his head carefully, due to Jazz's closeness to him and smiled, "I think I'd enjoy that."

"Oh you will, you definitely will," Jazz promised him with a lascivious wink. She puckered her lips and rolled her eyes upwards slightly, "What first, suck or fuck?"

"Is that a question," Harry asked honestly not sure either way.

"To myself, you are a virgin aren't you Harry?"

"I am," He admitted with a blush.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," She told him semi-seriously then smiled, "Suck it is," she told him and began to glide down his body, her hands working his belt and zipper on his jeans in such quick succession it was like one movement blended into the next. She then pushed his t-shirt upwards, giving Harry the clue she wanted it out of the way, so he stretched his arms upwards and removed it for her. A lascivious smile crossed her face, not in the least impish, but sure sensuality that made Harry even harder to see. Then she kissed his chest, her mouth moving in enticing patterns on his pectorals and then tonguing his nipple for a moment before moving further down and kissing his abs and then finally she slid totally down to the floor before him, knelt before him and looked up with a faux innocent expression on her face. Then she tugged on his waist band of his jeans and Harry lifted his arse, allowing her to remove both the jeans and his boxers. He immediately sprang to attention as he was freed from his boxers and Jasmine smiled widely. "Ohh baby," she told him, "That is a big cock."

"Is it," Harry asked curiously, "Never really measured against the other guys you know?"

"Good for them, because penis envy can be such a bore with men, they'd hate you for having what they wished they had. We women aren't so hung up on penis size really, but I have to admit I prefer a good sized cock and THAT is a good sized cock. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to take it easy when we fuck."

Harry smiled slightly, knowing he'd just had a compliment but not sure of the mechanics of what she was talking about.

She finished pulling down his boxers and jeans to his ankles and then reached out with a single hand and placed it around the base of his manhood and smiled. Then she reached out with the other hand and placed it above the former hand and smiled a little wider. "Ohh baby," she breathed. She licked her lips then, slowly and teasingly as Harry watched her every move. "Tell me Harry; is this the first blow job you've had?"

Harry nodded, not really trusting his voice at that moment in time. He had a beautiful woman he had spent the afternoon fantasying about touching him in the most intimate of places. It felt good, a little too good to handle really, but he was manfully trying not to lose his cool too soon. He felt, KNEW, that more was to come that would be better and if he didn't at least try to hold off then he would miss that all. He really didn't want to miss a single thing.

"Were you serious before," Harry suddenly asked his voice tight.

Jazz blinked a couple of times, then tore her eyes away from his manhood to look him in the eye, "Sorry what?"

"About this being a regular thing?"

"Oh yes, more now than ever sweetheart," she told him, her hands beginning to lazily move up and down his length, holding him in a firm grip that felt wonderful to Harry.

"Can I take you up on the offer; we'll have to be careful given your neighbours and all."

"Oh yes, honestly I'm more concerned about fucking you on a regular basis right now, but as cover I'm sure you can do some handy man stuff for me can't you Harry?" Jazz purred her eyes coming back to watch herself giving Harry a gentle hand job. She licked her lips again, thinking of an angle of approach as she watched her hands slowly move up and down his thick almost pulsating manhood. She honestly couldn't believe her luck, but was congratulating herself on her find already, and thanking that whisper that had told her to go for it and not beat about the bush either.

Harry's hips pushed upwards a little, and his breathing was becoming a little ragged, which brought her back down to earth. "Hold off Harry," she said in a low intimate tone, not accusatory at all, just a mild warning. "I'm going to take the edge off you anyway, but try to enjoy as much as possible huh?"

Harry nodded his agreement, knowing that while he could speak he probably should try or a load of crap would come out. His mind was all over the place, and at the same time focused down at where they were touching. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then suddenly they flashed open again, much wider than before. He looked down to see that Jazz had taken his crown the very tip of his dick into her mouth and was gently sucking on it. Small slurping sounds came from her lips where they were spread around his girth and she still held him in both hands. "Oh my god," Harry breathed as she intensified the sucking some as her hands began to add a twisting motion to their movement.

Jazz hummed around his bulbous crown and she sped the motion of her hands. While she had warned him to hold off, she wasn't going to make it easy for him either. The longer he held on the better as far as she was concerned, though she may just cum from taking him into her pussy she was sure.

"Oh yes, yes," Harry breathed, enjoying every single moment that Jazz had her lips wrapped around his cock. The sucking felt amazing and her tongue was toying with the tiny v shape at the base of his crown which was surprisingly sensitive and driving him insane. Her hands were actually distracting slightly from the sensations emanating from his crown, but that was just as well, because Harry was having trouble holding out. It just felt so damn good.

Jazz then pushed down with her head, her lips spreading further around his girth and taking him slowly further into the moist heat of her mouth as she continued her suction and the wonderful movement of her delicate cool hands.

"Gah," Harry announced to the world, his hands fisting into the seat cushions of the couch and the tendons standing out on his entire arm and across his chest as he literally held on for dear life.

Jazz pulled back, coming off the end of his cock with a smile on her face almost immediately, "Nice one Harry," she said, "Good one on holding off, but I'm not going to make it easy for you," she said then spat a globule of spit onto his crown and used a hand to spread it around his length adding some lubricant to her task. Then she was back on him again, her soft pretty heated mouth attacking him with purpose as she sank down his length faster this time, still sucking hard enough to make her cheeks implode. The sounds of her fellatio hit Harry hard, and it all added to the heady cocktail of the experience.

"Oh my god yes," Harry breathed out sounding almost insane with joy as Jazz sank further down his length to about halfway and then pushed a little harder. He felt his crown hit something and then it entered the tight constriction of her throat. She didn't let up though and quickly pushed a little further driving him insane with lust and the need for release. It was simply the best thing that Harry had ever experience in his entire life bar none.

"FUCK," Harry virtually shouted as she actually swallowed on him, his world fizzed and went white and then suddenly he knew nothing at all for a moment except the white wave of his orgasm. There was just no way he could have held off against 'that' move. Luckily Jazz had known that and had moved back a little catching his spurted cum in her mouth and disposing of the evidence by swallowing twice in quick succession.

She knelt back on her haunches and watched Harry's eyes roll around in his head for a while, enjoying that she had done that to him.

"Holy fuck," Harry finally uttered splayed across the seat of the couch. "That was the single most intense and amazing thing in my life; thank you!"

"My pleasure, well yours but mine soon." Jazz told him with a saucy smirk on her face. "Now just rest a minute, I doubt you'll be ready to go for a moment." With that she stood up, turned and picked something off her coffee table. Harry watched her eagerly and by time she turned back was already excited again. Jazz noticed immediately a big smile coming to her face, "Wow - nice reload." She said tossing the magazine over her shoulder and hiking up her skirt to straddle his thighs, "No waiting, I like it."

Then suddenly something changed...