Traffic Blows

"Stupid traffic," he growled, thumping his hand against the steering wheel in frustration. "I don't think we'll be making that reservation."

"Harvey, it's ok," Donna said soothingly, giving his hand a squeeze where it rested on the wheel.

They were due to meet Mike and Rachel at some out of the way restaurant Rachel had found. But halfway there they'd come to a stand still, traffic backed up due to a burst water pipe. There was nowhere to go, both of them realising they were now trapped until the emergency repairs were finished. Red tail lights winked at them through the darkness.

"Looks like we're gonna be stuck here a while," he said, blowing out a sigh.

Donna grinned wickedly at him, "I guess we'll just have to entertain ourselves then." Her hand snaked out to run along his thigh and he immediately knew he was in trouble.

She shifted in her seat, moving closer to him, palm skimming over the centre of his pants, reaching for his belt buckle.

"Donna," he groaned, not entirely sure if he was telling her to stop or pleading to continue.

She tugged open the belt buckle, dragging the leather free from his pants.

"Let's have a bit of fun," she purred, tongue darting out to lick her lips. This mischievous, daring side of Donna had been a surprise to discover, and one Harvey absolutely loved.

She popped his button, dragged down his fly, dipping her hands into the waistband of his jeans.

"Work with me," she murmured, leaning in to press her lips hotly against his.

He levered his hips up, allowing her to pull his jeans and boxers down, leaving them bunched around his knees.

She teased him, tracking her fingers up his inner thigh and brushing feather light touches over his balls and cock while she kissed her way along his jawline. He felt himself begin to swell under her touch, as heat pooled low in his body.

Donna nipped at his ear lobe sliding her tongue around the shell of his ear. She circled him with her hand, stroking softly as he continued to grow and expand, quickly building to attention.

"Ahh there's my little guy," she said teasingly.

"Who are you calling little," he growled, thrusting his hips up in response, pumping himself into her hand.

He felt her huff a laugh against his neck, before she sucked at his sensitive spot on his shoulder, sending shivers down his spine. He loved that she knew his body so well, knew all the places that made him weak. Loved that she now knew every inch of his body just as well as she had always known his mind and heart.

Donna shifted then, sinking down into his lap, and he felt his whole body throb with anticipation. She enclosed him in her hot, wet mouth, her tongue flicking over his head. She bobbed her head, giving him a few slow gentle sucks, tongue curving around his length. He felt himself involuntarily lift up into her mouth, his cock grazing the back of her throat and making her moan, the vibration sending a hum right through his body.

She changed her angle, sucking him deeper into her mouth, her fist following her lips up and down as she worked him. Her other hand fondled his balls, playing with him gently.

Glancing briefly outside the window Harvey felt tantalised by the knowledge of being surrounded by some many cars, their occupants oblivious to what was happening, protected by the dark interior of their car.

Looking back down, watching his cock disappearing between her swollen red lips, was almost too much for him to handle. He jerked up into her mouth again, sliding in deep, groaning at the feel of his cock pushing at her throat. Unable to help himself he did it again, testing her limits further.

He felt Donna's hand unwrap from his cock, twisting back to grasp his wrist, directing it to her head, encouraging him to take control. He threaded his fingers through her silky red strands, pressing her head forward, moving her back down his cock, as he thrust up into her mouth. He tugged at her hair to guide her back up.

He repeated his actions, relishing the sensation of Donna's warm mouth wrapped around him, of the control she had given him. This was another thing he had discovered about her. For all the power and force and control she exuded during the day at work, at night Donna loved to submit.

He sped his movements, thrusting harder and deeper as Donna moaned around his cock, fighting to handle his size. Feeling himself on the brink of release he pressed her head down even further on the next thrust, working his full length down her throat as she whimpered and moaned. Being fully encased in her sweet mouth was intoxicating and he exploded, spilling himself down her throat.

He panted, tremors of his orgasm still burning through him as Donna freed him from her mouth, moving to sit back up. He noticed a drop of his wet release smeared on the corner of her lip, primal delight coursing through him at the sight. He wiped his thumb over the stickiness and Donna sucked his finger into her hot mouth, dragging her teeth over the soft pad and fuck he thinks if he was ten years younger he'd already be rising to attention a second time.

He cupped her cheeks in his hands and pulled her to him, lips crashing together, tongue stroking against hers. Tasting himself inside her mouth always felt like a level of intimacy beyond all others.

"Fuck, you're incredible," he breathed over her lips.

"I know," she smirked. "Oh and Harvey, when we finally get home, you're fucking me in this car."