Hey there everyone who might be reading this!
I've taken too long to even start writing the new chapter, so I'm sorry for that. But here it is, finally. Hope you guys enjoy it. Fair warning: the whole chapter is, pretty much, rated M.
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"I love you too, Harvey.".
With the sound of her soothing voice, Harvey feels shivers running down his spine. That was it, the confession he's been waiting to hear for so long. He can't help but to let a goofy smile play on his lips. And that is exactly how he feels: goofy, silly, like living a child's first love, knees trembling and heart racing so fast he thinks it might jump out of his chest.
Without further hesitation, he rests his lips softly against hers, savouring the spicy taste of whiskey and the salty taste of happy tears. There, locking lips with each other, the ones they have ever truly loved, all regrets, mistakes, fights and sorrows are gone, losing space to the feeling of unconditional love and emotional fulfillment that floods into their souls.
And just as the emotional roller coaster that this journey of theirs has been, it has also been a physical one. A road of secret want, longing desire, desperate need. Many lonely nights of fertile imagination and self exploration, fantasising the moment they are finally living right now.
As their kiss gets deeper and more frantic, Donna finds herself pressed against the window frame, while Harveys grip on her waist gets sturdier. All she can taste is his warm mouth, plunged lips dancing against hers, tongues carelessly colliding, their breath mingled and low moans echoing in unisound. It is them, now, feeling each other without fear, without boundaries.
Without lines.
Donna closes her eyes and tilts her head up, enjoying Harveys rough caresses as he runs his tongue down her neck and shoulders. While he is focused on that, she quickly pops the buttons of his dress shirt open, exposing his chest to her. She doesn't want to talk anymore, not right now, at least. And neither does he.
Harvey pulls her thin strapped dress off her shoulders, revealing her lovely freckled chest and breasts. Then his lips stop for a minute, conceding his eyes some time to relish the sight in front of him. There was the woman he loved, bare chested and completely exposed to him, a vulnerability she hasn't shown him in over thirteen years, a moment he now knows he wants to spend reliving in the flesh for the rest of their lives.
Donnas eyes follow his gaze carefully, feeling her breathing go heavier and her knees go weak at the clear sight of his desire for her. She grants him this moment, the time to explore with eyes. Cause she knows the next step is to explore with hands, then mouth, then body. But she grows impatient, and when their eyes meet again, she decides it is her turn.
Flipping them around, she pushes into Harveys body and kisses him fiercely, hands moving straight to the button of his trousers. Donna's never been one for wasting time.
As soon as his pants drop to the floor, the lawyer moves them to the large bed in a swift move, hovering over Donnas body. Lips meet tongue, teeth meet neck, bare chest meets soft tits. Warm bodies, electrified souls, all the love and lust in the world collected amongst these two people, right now.
Between wild wet kisses, he breathes, resting his forehead on hers, and tells her he wants her so much. She breathes back a whisper letting him know she wants him too. More than anything.
Knelt in front of Donna, enclosed by the silky skin of her thighs, Harvey feels nearly in heaven. Eyes never leaving hers, he tucks all fingers under the sides of her dark thong, noticing her help pushing her hips slightly up as he pulls the lace down. Juicy dark pink flesh greets his eyes, as the redhead spreads her legs, inviting him in, the urge to feel him within her.
But Donna knows they are yet to explore each other with their hands and mouths.
She sits up, pulling him to herself as their mouths crash. Then she takes control again, turning them around and straddling his lap. Donna gasps at the feeling of Harveys hard cock through the thin material of his boxers, and quickly pulls them down his muscly legs. Then she strokes him, and he thinks he might die. Loud groans leave his lips, mesmerized at how quickly it all had happened, from him hovering her to the feeling of her strong grip around his sex.
While she touches him, Donna licks, bites and nibbles all the way down from his lips to his hips. And then she takes him in her mouth, bobbing her head slowly down his shaft. And he is sure that he won't last another five minutes against her caresses.
"Donna...", he says, breathless. "Donna, I need you to stop now". But she doesn't. She won't. She keeps him in her mouth, speeding up her movements until she hears him say "Donna, I can't hold it".
She stops for a minute, looks up at him and tells him to let go. And so he does, in her mouth.
Harvey breathes heavily trying to recover from his high as Donna climbs back up his body. When she settles for seating on his pelvis, though, he grips her hips, moving her even higher so she can straddle his face. Skipping the touching step, Harvey's tongue pops out and up her folds, firmly meeting her pink flesh as he aims straight for her clit. Everything about this moment is desperate, rough. They can be gentle later, once they've had a real taste of each other.
Right now he just needs to make her cum, to make her feel as good as she has made him. As she grinds her hips against his face, Donna moans loudly, feeling as if her bones are becoming gelly. "I'm gonna cum", she simply says, getting closer to the edge. "Harvey, you're gonna make me cum", breathless. In response, he hums against her pussy, making her entire body shake.
She's absolutely sure she's never had an orgasm like that. Not that intense, not that fast.
While she rides it out, Harvey flips them up again and repositions himself between her legs, his own private heaven. And when he enters her, they just feel so lightheaded and overwhelmed. Both of them making a secret promise to never let this moment go, to always hold on to it.
Moans, groans, screams and dirty words are all the verbalization they need. Because they feel everything, they know everything, and they want all of it.
Exploring various positions and intensities, Donna gets off two more times before Harvey does.
When they lay on the bed later that night, holding each other and just gleaming in happiness, it's like now their quest for more is finally complete. They have always had each other, bot now they have all the good stuff they've hidden from for over thirteen years.
Now they both truly have everything.
