AN: Firstly, I'd just like to give a fair warning that this whole chapter is mostly rated M, and it'll be the only M rated chapter.
I would also like to dedicate this chapter to my favorite people- Elle and Etty- who never fail to make me laugh and give me all the warm and fuzzy feels. I almost didn't write an M rated chapter for this fic, but they encouraged (begged) me, and well, this 6+k smut fest was born. You can thank them.
And as always, thank you to everyone for your constant support and feedback with this fic. It means the world. -ali
Enjoy!
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The process to organize the array of presents under the Christmas tree hadn't taken too long, much to the delight of the impatient pair. After they had retrieved the bags of presents from Harvey's car, they helped his brother and Katie bring the rest from their bedroom, trying their best to remain quiet lest they wake up the kids. Harvey wasn't sure if it was genuine frustration, or if his patience was starting to dwindle, but his level of annoyance seemed to grow with each new set of presents they had to organize.
"You guys are going to need another house just for these presents," he'd mumbled.
"Just wait until you two have kids, you're going to be spoiling them to no end, big brother," Marcus had retorted, smirking when he saw Harvey's face paling at the words. He successfully avoided looking at Donna, already too overwhelmed with all the kid questions and comments his family had been throwing his way. And now that he and Donna were… official, the prospect alone became more real, and he didn't know if he was excited or scared shitless.
After the presents were organized to Katie's liking, Harvey had taken hold of Donna's hand, leading her up the stairs after bidding the rest of his family a goodnight. The gesture had made her quirk her lips with an amusement that nearly matched the desire brewing in the pit of her stomach. They wordlessly made their way toward their room, both unwilling to share glances until they reached inside.
He'd had all the intention in the world to pin her against the door, slant his lips over hers and make her see stars, but the second the door behind them closed, reality set in and he froze.
An awkward heavy silence filled the room, the tension from their longstanding delays was palpable and Harvey swore he could hear the blood rushing to his head.
"Hey," he manages to rasp out, throat feeling like cotton. His fists clench by his sides, itching to hold her to him, but being unable to as a sudden shyness takes over.
"Hey," she whispers back, waning out a smile as she takes a tentative step toward him, "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I just…"
"Are you having second thoughts?" Donna quizzes lightly, studying the way his throat bobs in her proximity.
"What? No, no, I'm not," he promises, finally landing his hands on her waist. "Are you?"
Donna shakes her head, hands sliding up his chest, "Definitely not." Their breaths mingle in the otherwise quiet room, eyes dilated and only fixated on each other as their noses brush.
"Donna," his voice is all honey, dripping with a desperate need to have her already, but he remains rooted to the spot. Her name is the only thought process that manages to spill out, and in that second, she's pulling him down for a kiss that bruises. Harvey groans into her mouth, swallowing her own moan when he snakes his tongue against hers, pulling her closer toward him. He'd wanted to savor the moment, kiss her languidly and slowly, relish each second of her against him, but they've waited too damn long and her fingers are raking through his hair so fuck it.
He turns them around, pinning her against the door to elicit her own strings of expletives against his lips. His mouth parts from hers long enough to start a trail from her jaw to her neck, just as he'd done the night before. But unlike their previous excursions, her hands are holding him against her, urging him on.
"Harvey," Donna mewls when he sucks on her pulse point, tongue snaking out to play against her ivory skin and she shivers against the wet intrusion. He pulls back from her then, watching her mouth hanging open as she breathes through each wave of pleasure that shoots through her. Leaning forward, he presses a sweet kiss to her swollen lips, tugging ever so gently before he's pulling away, leading her toward the bed. It's a frenzy to rid each other of their clothes, hands working in tandem to pull off each other's sweaters, leaving Harvey shirtless and Donna in her bright red bra.
"Shit, Donna," he exhales, eyes trained on her plunging neckline that was covered in a sea of sunk kissed freckles, the silver pendant hiding just a few. His hands caress the skin of her now exposed waist, and his tongue peeks out to lick his lips at the sight before him. All he sees his red.
Auburn waves landing on her shoulder blades. Ruby lace holding her breasts prison.
Donna. Love. Passion. Need. Want.
Just red. Just her.
"You need a moment?" Her voice is hoarse, amusement laced with the impatience that was starting to take its toll.
Her words snap him out of his trance, and he's carefully depositing her on the bed, quietly working to take off her boots and socks before doing the same to himself. He's on her in seconds again, moving her toward the top of the bed where her wild manes paint the white sheets in copper. His lips reside on her neck again, continuing his earlier ministrations with a fixed purpose. Harvey holds his hand against her, trying to keep her steady against her quickly quivering skin. The hand that lay on her stomach inches lower until he reaches the hem of her slacks, and he immediately feels her breath hitching against the action.
Donna arches her back as soon as he bites down on her skin, exhaling a heavy "fuck" when he immediately soothes the area with his tongue.
"You okay?" He murmurs against her, now softly nipping against her creamy skin as his hand continues to slide down, slowly popping open the button of her pants. He stops when he takes hold of the zipper, pulling up to look at her. "Do you want me to continue?" He prods again when she didn't answer.
Donna merely nods, eyes hooded in the dim light of the room. She pulls his face down toward her again, swallowing away the growl when her tongue immediately slips past his lips. His hand finally moves, sliding the zipper down slowly before he's pausing again, chuckling when it evokes a groan of protest from her.
"Patience," he teases, pecking her lips before he moves down her body. With his eyes never straying from hers, he takes hold of the waistband of her pants, sliding the material off her body with her own assistance. He throws the offending material off to the side before he's hovering over her again, this time his lips finally meeting the valley between her breasts. "Exquisite," he sighs into her, nipping softly at her skin as he maps out each speckle that painted her body with his lips. He breathes in her scent- a mix of vanilla and spice and something so inherently Donna, that it makes him nearly lose sight of what he's doing.
His hands roam over her skin, scalding her through every touch and press, fingertips dancing between ever cress and birth mark he met with a gentleness that juxtaposed his growing need. He trails his hand up to cup her laced cover breast, massaging the mass before sneaking his hand under it to tweak her nipple.
"Shit, Harvey," she mewls, and before she can guide his head toward her, he's covering her breast with his mouth. Donna arches further under his touch, squirming with every suck and tug and swirl of his tongue against her. Blindly reaching behind her, he's able to finally slide the material off of her, exposing her fully to him.
Harvey groans at the sight, the low light of the room allowing him to see to her erect nipples. His mouth soon finds a pattern against her as he playfully tugs on one before switching to the other, giving each their own deserved attention. His hands aren't far behind, providing any one left unattended with another set of tugs and tweaks. Donna squirms beneath him, hands taking residence on his back, and her eyes sting with the precision and care in which he treats her. He soon finds himself addicted her to taste, and his lips begin a trail down her body, meeting her flat stomach before reaching the hem of her underwear.
He hovers over her covered centered, brown eyes nearly onyx as he looks up to watch her staring him down. He gives her a boyish grin that makes every cell in her body erupt into sparks, igniting every inch of her with peaked arousal. Keeping his eyes on her for a few more seconds, he's grabbing hold of the edge of her panties, sliding the red lace down with a tortured pace until he's able to fling it off to the side. Harvey settles over her then, utilizing his hands to part her legs, and he swears the scent of her alone makes him descend to nirvana. His hands massage her skin when he begins a playful nip against the apex of her thigh, trying his best to hold her against her writhing.
"Harvey, I swear to God…" he keeps grazing against her core, teasing without actually touching where she needs him to the most, and his name is a low curse on her lips. She fights against the urge to clamp her legs shut against him when his smug of a smile slides against her skin, leaving a trail of wet opened mouthed kisses from her inner thigh to her abdomen and back again.
Sending her one more heated look, his mouth finally lands on her and she's curving her spine as a loud groan echoes through the room.
"Hey, you'll wake the whole house," he gently reminds her, licking her taste off his lips upon pulling back, "you have to be quiet."
Donna merely nods, sending him what he thinks it's a form of a death glare as her chest rises and falls. His mouth descends back to her in the next second, humming a tuneless song as he works his tongue and lips over every inch of her dripping center, utterly enraptured by the sweetness that meets his taste buds. "You've been wet this whole night?" He breathes into her in near awe, snaking out his tongue to tease the hood of her clit.
"Fuck, Harvey," she moans loudly, and he has to pause just to cover his hand over her mouth.
"I'm not going to be able to get through this if you keep being this loud," he hisses, watching her eyes dilating under his gentle command. He removes his hand when she gives him a firm nod, leaning down to give her a peck before he resumes his place between her legs. "I don't remember you being this loud last time," he muses before wrapping his mouth over her clit.
"That's because… shit… you were… oh fuck yeah… theloud one," she groans, trying her best to rein in the sounds that threaten to spill by biting her lip.
Harvey grins against her, lightly grazing his lips over her bundle of nerves as the memories of twelve years in the past come racing back, "Can you blame me? You were licking whipped cream off my-"
"Harvey, so help me God if you don't put that mouth to better use already…" Donna huffs, her chest moving with every breath she expels.
"Hmm yes, dear," he obeys. He grabs hold of her legs as she squirms with every lap, trying to prolong her pleasure as much as possible. Her moans were getting louder with each flick of his tongue and he kept his eyes trained on her thrashing form. "Donna," he warns, "you're going to wake the whole neighborhood."
"Shut up," she curses, reaching her hands out to rake her fingers through his hair. His nose teases against her most sensitive area, leaving light tiny kisses before fully wrapping his mouth over clit.
"Oh, god," but before she can feel herself coming undone, he's pulling himself off of her and sliding up her body.
"Do you want to get interrupted?" He playfully scolds, laughing at her own inability to stay quiet as a surge of pride rushes through him that makes his dick twitch.
"It's not my fault," she scolds through a sex induced haze.
"Hmm, well I'm going to have to change courses here," Harvey muses. Before she can ask what the hell he's talking about, his lips are crashing over hers and she's doubling back at her own taste. His right hand trails down her chest and stomach until he reaches her aching center, where he slides two calloused fingers into her with ease. He grins into her mouth when she makes her best efforts to let out a groan, the sound now muffled by his own lips against her.
He parts just long enough to watch her eyes fluttering against every slide and curl into her. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth as she expels short breaths, each one keeping a rhythm with every rock of his fingers inside her, coaxing her closer to the edge.
"Harvey," she whines, beginning to clench around him. He gets the hint and he begins a lazy massage on her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in between every gentle twitch of his fingers, working her over until she's seizing against his hand, clutching his bicep when the first waves of her orgasm rattle through her.
"I got you," he reassures sweetly, swallowing the rest of her moans with a deep kiss that makes her toes curl. He waits until her body relaxes beneath him to part from her, watching her contorted face ease into that of a lazy smile. He extracts his hand slowly, inching it up her body to rest on her hip. "You good?"
Donna heckles out a light chuckle, "More than."
His grin matches her own before he's leaning down to kiss her, her taste still lingering on his tongue. Before he can realize what's happening, she's flipping them over until she's straddling his waist, hovering over him in all her naked glory. Sending him a wicked grin, she's deftly undoing his pants, sliding the material off of him before doing the same to his boxers.
"Donna," he breaths, her name a warning when she wraps her hand around his erection.
Her tongue sneaks out to wet her lips at the mere sight of him standing to attention, watching in slight amusement as he swallows against her teasing strokes, "Later," she promises him with a voice of a siren, calling him out to concede to her every need. With her eyes trained on him, she inches her way down his length, a low sigh escaping her once he was fully sheathed. His hands automatically find residence on her waist, gently caressing her sweat-soaked skin. He grits his teeth when he feels her walls clenching around him, and he immediately knows neither are going to last very long.
He holds her steady against him, their hips kissing and gazes holding, and he doesn't know how he doesn't crumble then and there. His heart drums against his chest, hands marking her hip bone as he holds onto the moment that's now melting with their very first time. She feels like home and comfort and everything that's been missing from his life for thirteen goddamn years.
With a shaky breath, Donna places her hands on his chest to steady herself, sliding off of him only to slam back down. She begins a slow ride over him, rocking her hips in between sighs and low moans- a strike contrast to her earlier loose inhibitions. He watches her through half hooded eyes, that familiar tightness recoiling in the pit of his stomach every time her breasts sway, her movements soon becoming erratic and he's helping her along by meeting her thrust for thrust. He's pulling her down, moving her hair out of the way to slant his lips over hers, immediately swallowing the throaty moan that moves up her chest.
"God, I love you," he breathes against her, a blinding of outpour so akin pure euphoria at the realization he can let those words slip without a second thought. The words alone make her eyes screw shut, her hips swaying against him and she's whimpering out a low "Harvey," that makes him quicken the pace. Making sure to have a firm hold on her again, he's flipping her over, hitching her left leg up and driving into her with renewed vigor. Soon enough, her sighs are turning into groans and he has to cover her mouth before they get too loud. Her eyes water at the overwhelming pressure that builds up in her abdomen and she's wrapping her legs around him, making him plunge deeper into her, when his forehead lands on hers. Their mangled breaths become irregular, his hand still covering her mouth as she continues to expel a string of stifled groans and whimpers.
It's not long before she her nails meet his back, digging into his skin and making him hitch against hers, the force alone making him drive further into her. It's only then that her back bends and she's coming on a strangled cry, tears trickling from the corner of her eyes. The sight of her alone makes his thrusts quicken and it only takes a few seconds before he's following suit, spilling into her with a guttural groan and her name on his lips.
"Shit," Harvey exhales, collapsing on top her lithe body as he releases his hold on her mouth. Being careful of not to crush her, he slides out of her and flops over on his back next to her, their bodies covered in a fine sheathe of sweat. It takes them a moment to calm their breathing, both of their gazes trained on the ceiling above them, trying to see past the fogginess their post-orgasmic bliss has placed.
He turns toward her after a beat, watching the rise and fall of her chest and still agape mouth. "Hey," he uses his pinky to softly caress her hand, waiting for her gaze to meet his. He watches her body turning toward him, eyes glossy and suddenly he's curled against her warmth, concern written all over his face, "Hey, what's wrong?"
Donna shakes her head, willing her breathing to even before she speaks, "Nothing."
"Nothing?" He reaches out to wipe a tear that spills from the corner of her eye.
"No, it's just," she sighs, curling closer into him, "I'm just- overwhelmed, is all," she gives him a reassuring smile, cupping her palm against his cheek.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, it was just… a long time coming."
Harvey nods, understanding seeping into him. His arm snakes around to pull her closer to him, placing a kiss on her forehead, "Only took us over a decade," he mumbles, a low guilt settling in him.
Donna chuckles, "Twelve years to be exact."
He hums against her, taking her hand to place a gentle kiss against her knuckles, "Give or take."
"It was worth the wait, though," she whispers. Her eyes meet his in the dark and he wordlessly brings their lips together for a kiss. He feels his own eyes prickling with tears at her words, bringing about a flash of dream sequences from some months back. "I love you," she tells him once they part, nose nuzzling his.
"I love you too," he echoes easily, effortlessly, following her own lazy smile before his lips meet hers again. Donna turns around, settling her bare back against his chest. She feels his arms encircling her, holding her to him in a gentle hold as his head met the crook of her neck. "You know, I just realized something," Harvey speaks after a beat.
"That you're an extreme cuddler?" She muses into the dark, her soul humming in a pleasant post-sex buzz.
Harvey chuckles, the noise reverberating against her back as he leaves a kiss to her exposed neck, "No," he teases, and without looking he can still tell he's grinning against him, "It's finally Christmas."
She stays quiet for a few seconds, and he momentarily thinks she fell asleep before she's twisting her head in his direction, leaving a lingering kiss on his jaw, "Merry, Christmas Harvey." His lips find hers and he's echoing the words at her before she's turning around again, their legs tangling as her hand lands on one of his own, covering her chest, right below where her pendant lay. He waits until her breathing evens before he settles against her, breathing her in with a smile on his lips as their recent events flash through his mind. Only then does he let himself succumb to sleep.
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He wakes to the motion of the bed shifting and dipping next to him, little sighs and groans coaxing him out of a deep sleep.
"Donna?" He croaks out, his eyes fluttering against the still semi-darkened room until they settle on her form. A frown sets in his face when he sees her face contorted, shifting against him as if trying to get into a comfortable position. "Hey, you feeling okay?"
"Ugh, I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry, go back to sleep," she sighs, shifting until her back meets the mattress. Her hand lands on his arm, attempting to soothe away his worries.
Harvey's lips remain dipped, "No, don't worry about it, what's wrong?"
She resigns to his concern with a sigh, "My back hurts."
"Your back?" At her nod, he's immediately shifting to sit up, "Do you want a massage?"
"You give massages?"
"Well, I've never really tried, on anyone before, but I can try now," he shrugs. The suggestion had come as a reflex, seeing her look of discomfort had made his heart twist and he almost laughs at his desperate need to comfort her at all times.
"Okay," she relents after a beat, eyes gleaming with curiosity and slight amusement, "But you if you make it worse, you're not getting any of this for a week," she motions to her body, making him cock his head at her.
"Ye of little faith," he sighs dramatically, waiting for her to settle on her stomach before he straddles her back, knees firmly against the mattress just above the posterior of her legs.
"Then move those magic fingers of yours and shut up already," she muffles into the pillow.
Harvey chuckles, placing his mouth to her scapula, "So bossy," he breathes, moving her hair to the side to fully expose her back. He begins to move his hands over her, being careful not to put too much pressure over her shoulder, trying to capture her response to each gentle press. "This good so far?" She merely hums, and he continues to massage her until he reaches her lower back, where she hisses out in pain when he presses just a little too hard. "That bad?" He frowns.
"No, I just think I might've pulled something. Thanks to you," she mumbles.
"Hey, you're the one who flipped me first, remember?" He moves his fingers over the area slowly but firmly, trying not to press too hard against her flinches.
"That's beside the point," she defends, letting out a low moan when he's able to work the knots in her back, easing the pain away slowly.
He swallows with the moans she expels against his every touch, willing himself to concentrate as he continues to massage her, "When was the last time you got a massage? You're feeling tense."
"Yeah, well, a weekend getaway with my boss and his family will do that to a girl," she sighs, her toes curling as a sense of euphoria washes over her with every one of his touches.
Harvey snorts at her response, playfully slapping her ass cheek as he leans over to press his lips to her spine, "I love your sweet talk."
Her back vibrates from her chuckles, the noise turning into another low moan when his lips descend with each crevice of her vertebrae, "I think you… worked enough of those knots."
"Really? It doesn't hurt anymore?" He presses his fingers against her lower back again, testing out her reactions.
"No," Donna sighs, "I'm actually… getting another ache somewhere else now," she wiggles her ass against him and he heckles out a laugh.
"Jesus, woman, you're gonna kill me, you know that?" He moves to place a trail of open mouthed kisses against her back, nipping her skin lightly with every sigh that leaves her lips. His hands move up her legs, kneading her buttocks just enough to coax another low moan out of her, her legs parting in the process.
"Harvey," she mewls, her eyes screwed shut as she grinds against the mattress, needing to find some kind of relief already.
"Hmm, you called?" He cajoles, snaking out his tongue to trace the constellation of freckles that line her skin.
"I need…"
"You need what?" He urges, continuing a slow torture over her back, his lips descending until he reaches her lower back, pausing to look up at her bare behind.
"If I have to tell you, then you don't deserve to get it," she snarls.
Joy bubbles up through him then, her words barely fazing him as he lines her back with kisses again, the fact that he could freely do so now, be with her in every way possible, diluting every near empty threat she expelled. "I just like hearing you say it," he sighs, moving to settle behind her as he pulls her against his chest. He places his hand on her waist, kissing her cheek as his hardness presses against her, "This okay?"
"Yeah," she assures, bucking into him when he snakes a hand between her legs to test her readiness. He wordlessly takes himself into his hand, coaxing her legs apart until he's sliding in, stretching her walls slowly. Donna bites her lip to prevent herself from crying out, getting accustomed to his girth again.
Harvey hisses at her welcoming tightness, giving her time to adjust. Leaving a trail of kisses from her cheek to her jaw, he only beginning a gently thrust when she rolls her hips against him. Unlike before, their moves are slow and measured, taking the time to feel each other thoroughly. Harvey's fingers begin a caress up and her body, dancing along every dip and cress, lips now nipping every inch of her exposed back. "You feel amazing," he breathes, speeding up his thrusts just enough to make her breath hitch and gyrate against him.
Donna only whimpers in response, already knowing that her third release wasn't going to last long either. Feeling herself getting closer, she tilts her head back until his lips can descend over hers, and he's swallowing her groan when he pistons into her faster, hitting that spot inside her that makes her shudder against him.
She parts from him, waning out a breathy "Harvey," and he's immediately wedging his hand between her legs, finding her bundle of nerves as his lips suck on her clavicle. Her mouth opens on a low whine, and she finds herself snaking her hand over his, guiding his movements in the dark as the familiar build up edges her to her release.
"Come for me, Donna," he whispers, and his voice is enough to set her off, her body quivering against his as she relinquishes every last ounce of control. His name rolls off her tongue like a gentle prayer, driving his own release and he's bucking into her with a growl, his lips landing on her flesh, the act alone bringing forth her third orgasm.
He stills against her with heavy breaths, lips still grazing her skin. It's only then that a chuckle reverberates through her, the sound infectious and soon enough, they've both erupted into a fit of giggles.
"You're going to wake up the entire house, Paulsen," he scolds, but his tone is playful and breathy as he wills the laughter to stay at bay, but one good look at her and he's doubling over again, not even sure why.
"Well, you're not helping matters," she half-heartedly slaps his chest.
"You started it," he chides nipping at her shoulder, finding himself unable to stop kissing every inch of her exposed skin.
"What, are you five?"
"If I am, then you are too, chuckles," he pokes her waist and she heckles out a loud laugh, not giving him another choice but to cover her mouth with his hand again. Before he could berate her, she's licking his hand, prompting him to pull away with a scowl, "Very mature."
"This time that was all you," she accuses with a finger pointed in his direction, eyes gleaming with unbridled humor.
"What the hell were you giggling about, anyway?" His arm reaches forward, luring her toward him so his hand could land on her back, beginning a slow up and down trail.
Donna shrugs, a lazy smile on her face, "I don't know, I'm a little delirious right now."
"Oh, yeah?"
She nods, inching her way closer, leaning against his hand that now cupped her cheek. "Couple orgasms would do that to you, I guess."
Harvey chuckles, the sound light and free, and he notices her own lips twitching at the gentle noise, "You're welcome, then."
Donna snorts out a laugh against him, "Wow, someone's cocky."
"Don't I have every right to be?"
Her eyes flutter open, head lifting until she could meet his gaze, "I plead the fifth."
"We're not in court."
"Doesn't matter."
"Says who?"
"Says your girlfriend."
Harvey opens his mouth to retort, when her words make him halt, "Girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend. Lady friend. Partner. Take your pick," she yawns, exhaustion melting her against him.
Harvey quiets for a moment, his hand stilling as he lets her words sink in.
Donna. Girlfriend.
His cheeks stretch into a full grin, bringing his smile to meet her temple. He settles closer to her, noticing the way her breathing evens, and he guesses she's fallen asleep, "All of the above," he whispers before closing his own eyes.
It's only after a beat that her voice meets his ears, her words thawing his heart completely, "Sounds good."
…
"Harvey," Donna whispers into his ear, trying to entice him out of his deep sleep. She presses a line of kisses from his cheek to his mandible, inching her way lower until she reaches his chest, "Oh, Harvey…" she sing-songs now, pressing her smile to every beauty mark that greets her. When her tongue snakes out run over every ridge of his abs, she's met with a throaty groan. Her cheeks widen, and she pauses her oral movements to rake her nails over his prominent muscles, watching how his mouth opens in his sleep.
"Come on, Harvey, wakey wakey," she suppresses a giggle when he smacks his lips, still half dead to the world. "Okay," Donna sighs, crawling her way down his body until she was at eye level with his length, already hardening, "At least someone's awake," she croons, subconsciously licking her lips as she takes him into her hand, starting a gently stroke.
"Mmm, Donna…" a lazy smile greets her from her vantage point, and she lets her own lips widen when she hears him calling her name, still asleep, and an electrical current shoots through her at the notion that he was probably dreaming about her. She'd woken up just a few minutes before, his hardness pressing into her- awakening her own sense of desire that pooled low in her stomach.
Her lips descend to his inner thigh, nipping the skin around his erection, each touch greeting her with another set of low groans. The first crack of dawn filtering into the room allows her to see his still limp form, completely conked out against the pillows. I really must've tired him out, she mentally pats herself on the back, resuming her ministrations on him. She takes turns licking the area around him, placing open mouthed kisses from the apex of his thighs to his pubic bone, where her teeth dig in for a gentle bite.
"Donna? Oh, shit…" Her lips curl at his voice alone, not needing to look up to know he was staring down at her with half hooded eyes. She feels him twitching in her hand then, and she looks up under her batting eyelashes, flashing him a doe-eyed look.
"Oh, good morning, sleeping beauty."
"Donna, what… what are you doing?" He manages to gasp out, his hands gripping the white cotton beneath his fingertips.
Donna snorts, "I'm knitting, what does it look like I'm doing?"
A low growl escapes him when she dips her head again, continuing to playfully nip at his skin, swirling her tongue every once in a while.
"You're-" he swallows back a whimper when she leaves the tiniest of kisses on the base of his shaft, "You know you don't… shit… have to-"
"Oh, I know," she scoffs out a laugh, pulling back up to resume a torturous up and down stroke on him, "but I told you I'd take care of this later, and I never back down from a promise." Keeping her eyes locked on his, she brings out her tongue to lick the head, and suddenly he's bowing back, exposing his Adam's apple as her hot breath meets his heated flesh.
"Fuck."
"Cock-a-doodle-doo doo, Harvey," she smirks, finally wrapping her mouth around him. His knuckles turn white at the visceral grip on the sheets below him, teeth gritting in some lame attempt to subdue the moans that try to escape. "Quiet, Harvey," her quiet mock elicits his own set of low curses and he lifts his head in time to watch her tongue stroking past every vein before engulfing him in her hot mouth again.
His eyes flutter closed at the warm suction she provides, her tongue trapped on the underside of him with every upstroke before lightly sucking on the head, licking the pre-cum off of him with a gentle hum.
"Shit, Donna," Harvey exhales, biting his lip when she reaches down to play with his testicles, testing the weight of him, and he nearly comes undone when he realizes she's got him in the literal palm of her hand.
"Relax," she coos, taking him into her mouth again, her hand sneaking up to run lazy strokes over the base. He heaves out a sigh, seemingly trying to fall under her demands with every one of her ministrations. Her copper manes block his view when she takes him further into her mouth, and he's immediately gathering her hair into his hand, simply using it to watch her every oral caress. His breathing grows erratic when she bobs her head over him, the vibrations of her hum making his stomach clench.
"Donna," he grits out, mustering up all his strength when he feels himself on the brink of release. She seems to ignore him, utilizing her supple tongue to run an endless trail over him, her fingers tracing the underside of him and he thinks she may be writing little x's and o's with each flick of the tongue. "Donna, babe, please."
If it weren't for her own need she would've continued, but the ache between her legs is enough to let him slide out, her lips departing from him with a quiet pop, "Babe?" She chuckles.
"What? It just slipped out," He shrugs as best he could against the rapid fall and rise of his chest. She begins to crawl up his body, peppering small kisses along the way.
"Hmm, I like it."
"Yeah?" He breathes, watching her head lifting to hover over his.
"Yeah, it's kinda hot."
His hand reaches up to the back of her mussed hair, bringing her down to crash his lips against her smug grin. He swallows her moan in the next second, gently flipping them over as he sucks her tongue into his mouth, groaning when he tastes himself. "You're… incredible… you know that?" He compliments between kisses, trailing his lips down her jaw to reside in what he's now decided to be his favorite place. He nibbles at the now reddening area of her neck, sucking against each golden speckle of sun kissed skin he meets. He uses his leg to part hers, and she takes the cue like a pro, wrapping her long limbs around him, causing his erection to rub against her center.
"Harvey…" Her eyes fight to remain open, the plea of his name rolls off her tongue habitually and it only snaps his last resolve.
He eases his lips up to meet hers again, pausing just long enough to find her hand in the dim light to lace his fingers through hers. She grips his hand in hers, and he's sinking into her with a breathy "I love you", the room drowning with their mutual groans. He stills against her for a mere second, letting enough time go by for her breathing to settle before he begins a gentle thrust. He manages to find her eyes in the low light, the sun still barely peeking through the blinds, and he almost loses it at the sight of her open mouth, gasping against every slide.
Having already been on edge, he feels the familiar coiling in his stomach tightening, and he grits his teeth as a wayward attempt to prolong this for her. But when he feels her walls clenching around him, gentle whimpers leaving her with every thrust and breath, he realizes she was getting off on pleasuring him as much as he was in watching her do so. Reaching down, he hitches her leg an inch higher, allowing him to plunge deeper into her, hitting that spot inside he had reacquainted to recently. With their continued mingled breaths, he fights against the urge to shut his eyes, needing to watch her hitting her peak. It's only after two more thrusts does her body seize, back bending in a perfect arch as she comes with a low cry.
His name falling from her lips is enough to set him off, and the last thought that comes to him before he's emptying into her is how the hell did they ever wait this long. He lands on top of her with a grunt, his open mouth landing on her sweat-soaked chest. Fingers still laced together, he slides out of her slowly, watching as her body deflates, all but melting into the mattress below them. With a deep sigh, he eases off of her, immediately missing her warmth and pulling her back to his chest. His lips meet her shoulder once he settles against her, sleep welcoming them both in a gentle lure as their hearts synchronize into a steady rhythm.
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AN: Love to hear your thoughts xo
