Donna is horny.
Harvey was so tired he went straight to bed and now she's lying here, staring at the ceiling and trying to tame the spark that's been twitching in her insides begging for attention. She sighs and slips her hand between her thighs, lightly touching herself to relieve some of the pressure but the effect isn't much, not when Harvey is right there next to her.
It's him she wants, she thinks.
His hot mouth on her skin, openmouthed kisses and his tongue wetly trailing the side of her neck, his soft breaths in her ear as he moves inside her and she nearly yelps at the thought.
She turns her head to the side to observe him in the dim light and decides - fuck it.
"Harvey," she whispers, bringing her face close to his. Nose rubbing against his temple and her voice seductive in his ear, she presses a kiss on his face and lets her warm breath brush over the damp spot.
Her leg hooks over his when she inches her body closer until she's glued to his side. The second time around it's more of a low whine as she gently nudges his shoulder. "Wake up, Harvey."
At that he stirs a little. With eyes still half-closed he tries to focus on Donna next to him in the dark room.
"What?" Disoriented and unsure of what's going on Harvey props himself on his elbows. "What happened?" His voice is hoarse, laced with sleep and he looks hot even like this. With his disheveled hair and the slight worry in his tone, she now doesn't regret waking him up at 3 am for this.
"Nothing, it's just that…we didn't…"
He's still staring at her face, confused and she sighs, feeling defeated from the fact that she has to say it.
"I'm horny," she explains. She's serious as she looks at him intently waiting for a response. Harvey breaks out in a wide grin, a hint of amusement behind his tired eyes.
"You woke me up…for sex?" His wife couldn't sleep because she missed his dick. Fuck.
She "Mmhhmh" innocently then, and kisses him. Her leg hitches a little under the covers as she does, just enough to lightly brush over his length and she notices the exact moment when a wave of arousal hits him from the way his breath catches mid-kiss.
He chuckles. Shifting his body on top of hers he pins her underneath him and dives right in to taste her skin on his tongue. While he kisses her neck she feels the weight of his cock pressing deliciously against her center, a sample of friction, this tease, making her want to burst. She tries to focus on her own hands finding his underwear to yank them off him.
His palms travel their way down her body, down until they reach her thong and his fingers hook under the lace to drag it down and away. Donna's breathing is hard in nervous anticipation and her lips part slightly as she watches him, waiting for him to return the gaze and she looks up into his eyes for a moment then, before pulling him down for another kiss, fingers moving through his hair. She's eager to kiss him, evidently from the way she sweeps his mouth with her tongue and swallows his strangled moans.
And god, he loves her like this.
She holds her breath when his fingers dip in her folds because his touch will never not feel heavenly and right now she just needs him sosofuckingmuch. He's pleased to find her soaked and slick just like he thought she would be and she moans, just like he thought she would do, when he sinks two long fingers in her core and she squeezes him inside her.
"You're so wet," he comments, the digits slipping out of her after two slow strokes and drawing the wetness up and around her clit, teasing Donna further.
"I know," she breathes out and feels him smirk against her skin at the reply. "Just fuck me, Harvey."
And he obliges.
Barely tracing her center at first, entering her shallowly, just the tip, until he feels her fingers dig painfully into his broad shoulders and then he pushes all the way, bottoming out.
The gasp that escapes from Donna's throat afterwards at the full stretch is sweet in his ears. She might've woken him up in the middle of the night but truth is, he likes this. He likes her being the one to initiate things between them and he especially likes how she was craving him so badly she couldn't wait til the morning.
So he fucks her, well.
She rolls her hips, bucking up to meet his thrusts and eliminate all space between them. It's so good how full he makes her feel. He's so perfectly long and thick and hard and it's all for her. She thinks she loves Harvey but she also loves his dick.
Her breathy moans hit the side of his neck as he starts moving faster inside her and Donna doesn't miss his own sharp intake of breath next to her ear. Finally, finally, he speeds up, fucking her hard and relentlessly and she moans continuously, fingers digging into the sheets below her to try and regain some self control.
He pulls out, making her cry out from the loss, breathless and desperate. His hands feel big and strong when he grabs her waist to pull her lower on the bed and easily flip her so she's on her knees. Donna's breath catches in her throat partly from the suddenness of the act, partly from the display of dominance.
Sometimes she finds Harvey's hottest version is when he's handling her body like this. Most often it's when she's drowning in need for him. She would appreciate his assertiveness now too but he had her right there, on the edge and he left her hanging and she's about to lose her mind.
It's all just a blur. All her surroundings, Harvey's large palms on her ass as he rubs them over both plump cheeks and she instinctively pushes it back to seek some form of contact. She buries her face in the sheets muffling the frustrated sounds she makes.
With a tight grip on her thighs he enters her again with a swift thrust. A high pitched noise escapes her lips. Harvey pulls her hips back forcefully in time with each thrust, hitting well and deep and she thinks she might black out from pleasure. Donna's fingers find her clit, rubbing tight circles as she's coming apart.
She moans uncontrollably, sounds blended together, gasps and his name on her lips and damn it, he loves how loud she gets sometimes.
She comes, hard, legs giving out and body dropping bonelessly and he follows right behind spilling inside her. Harvey lets himself collapse next to where Donna is splayed on the mattress trembling, both of them flushed and panting as their orgasms subside.
"Good?" He smiles at her, tucking a strand of hair away from her face.
"Yeah," she mouths with her eyes closed and a hint of a smile ghosting her lips, soaking in his tender touch and the tingling sensation running through her body. She adds, "Always."
Kissing her deeply one more time he's slow to break away, pausing on the feeling of their lips just softly touching, their warm breaths molding together as they begin to disengage from the kiss.
"Good night," he murmurs against her mouth.
"Good night," she whispers back and leans her head against his arm, hand coming to rest on his chest. His right arm wraps around her to hold her close and she sighs into him.
She thinks about how she just asked him to fuck her senseless and now she's falling asleep in his arms; she thinks they might actually have everything there is.