A/N: Hello again!
I've been working on this fic this week and I am very excited to publish it!
This fic is M-rated and includes agreed moments of control and orders from Harvey on Donna, please don't read it if you don't feel comfortable with that.
I'm sorry for my mistakes, I do my best with my English, but I know it's not good yet.
I hope you enjoy it and I would love to know what you think about this!
After their impromptu wedding, Harvey decides to travel to sign the papers for the sale of one of his properties he will no longer use. Donna wanted to go with him, but both decided that she should stay and start packing things. Even so, when the night falls, Donna doesn't want to be stand-alone in her apartment and decides to go to sleep at Harvey's.
"It's silly if I miss you?" Harvey sends a message to Donna.
Donna smiles like a fool as she sees the notification appear on her screen. She takes a selfie, lying on his bed, which shows her almost whole body, wearing one of his t-shirts, and sends to him with a message.
"Do you think you're the only one?"
"Sorry... That's my t-shirt?"
"Oooh, is it yours? I'm sorry, I didn't realize it!"
Harvey giggles and doesn't respond to the message, he just calls her, and she answers immediately.
"So in my condo, in my bed, and with my t-shirt? Weren't you going to stay and start to pack your stuff?" Donna giggles shyly. "Can't you spend a night alone in your apartment?"
Donna shrugs. "Here everything has your smell." She confesses in a low voice, ashamed.
Harvey smiles and Donna hears his smile. "You sound cute, but also you look really sexy, you know?"
"Many women live within me."
"And I love them all."
"What a confession, Specter! I wanna know if you say the same in a year" She giggles.
"I assure you that I will learn to love all of them, even the one who changes her mood every 5 minutes when she is on her period."
Donna chuckles. "You too are cute and sexy at the same time."
Harvey sighs and Donna relaxes even more in bed, falling between the pillows. "Comfortable?"
"Yes! Your bed is so good!"
"Yes, it eas expensive." They giggle. "And tell me something… Can I know what's under my t-shirt?" He asks in a suggestive voice.
"La Perla, black..."
"Oh, God!" He hums. "Are you wearing the one that's all lace?"
"Yes, I am..." She mutters.
Harvey swallows dry, starting to feel really horny. "And up?"
"You know I sleep without a bra, Harvey." She responds by raising an eyebrow.
"You can't do this to me."
"You asked..."
"I know." He sighs. "And tell me another thing, you're ready to sleep?"
"Yes, everything is dark, closed and I already did my nighttime routine. I'm just here in your bed." She pauses. "Really boring without your hands on my skin, I must say." She says by lowering the tone of her voice.
"Yes? Would you like to have my hands on your body?" He asks, also relaxing in his hotel bed.
"You know it..." She pauses. "What are you wearing? Can I know?"
Harvey takes a selfie, lying on the bed, showing almost his whole body, just wearing a black boxer, and sends it to her.
Donna hums upon seeing him and can't help but give a sigh, which Harvey hears.
"Do you like what you see?" He asks.
Donna bites her lip and tightens her legs, trying to make him not realize how much he just affects her.
But, he knows it anyway.
"Put the phone on speaker." He says to her, with a tone of an order.
"For what?"
"I can't put my hands on your body, but you can put yours."
"Harvey..." She groans in anticipation.
"Do it, Donna. And leave it close, I want to hear you."
Donna does it and relaxes even more on the mattress and between the pillows.
"Even more comfortable?"
"Yes." She says closing her eyes.
"You're going to do whatever I tell you, ok?"
"Shit, Harvey!" Donna responds, feeling adrenaline go through her spine.
"Answer me. You're going to use your hands as if they were mine."
"I'll do it." She responds by feeling her skin bristling.
"Well..." He says, in a guttural voice, that all it does is make Donna already know that even if he's several miles away, he'll have no problem driving her crazy.
Harvey lets a few seconds pass in silence, and hears Donna complaining and he laughs.
"Can you start at once?"
"Anxious?"
"Harvey!" She complains again.
"You can never wait for anything, right?"
"Don't you think we've waited long enough?"
"Yes, I think so. And I also think we've missed enough nights, so we'll take advantage of this one." He pauses and Donna bites her lip, waiting for him to tell her what to do. She already feels her body throbbing with anticipation, just listening to him. "Where do you like it to start?"
She smirks. "By my neck, you know it."
"I know." He reaffirms. "With your right hand, with your fingers, you're going to caress your neck... Slowly, just with your fingertips. On the side, where you always moan."
Shit if he knows her, she thinks and does what he just asked, drags the tips of her fingers and nails around her neck, letting contact with her own skin make her react, and sighs strongly with her head twisted to the side where the phone is.
"Very good..." He responds. "You can go up to your chin... Pass your index finger through your lips." Donna does, gently runs her fingers down her chin, exactly as he always does, her eyes closed and imagins the scratchy skin of his hands on her face, imagins the weight of his body on hers, and moans a little harder. Harvey smiles with satisfaction, and after Donna passes her finger across her lips, she half-open her lips a little and sucks her finger, loud enough for him to hear.
"Shit." Harvey moans, feeling that his cock reacts. "You'll just do what I say."
"I'll do it... But I want you to have fun too."
Harvey doesn't respond, just takes off his boxers and sends her a picture of his body, with his half-hard cock.
"Do you think I'm not having fun?"
"Harvey, damn it." She says, drowning out the desire she has to touch herself a little more.
"Do it again." He grunts.
Donna smiles with satisfaction and this time sucks her index and middle fingers, several times, and making exaggerated noises for him to hear her from the other side of the phone. She hears him moaning softly and smirks.
"Just thinking you're touching yourself while listening to me... I feel like my panties are getting wet."
"How do you know I'm touching myself?"
"C'mon, Harvey!" She chuckles.
Harvey giggles too, but a moan drowns out his laughter when he caresses the head of his cock with his thumb.
"Now, I want you to press your boobs with your whole hands, above the t-shirt. Knead them, without releasing them. Press your nipples with the palms of your hands. You love when I do that." Harvey instructs her, still touching himself, only in circles on the head of his dick getting harder, with his thumb, he doesn't want this to end soon. Harvey listens to her groaning and closes his eyes, imagining her."Are you doing it?"
"Yes." She moans gently, squeezing her breasts between her hands.
"Knead them a little more," Harvey responds. "Vary the pressure, press one, and relax the other..."
Donna bites her lip while she does so and hears Harvey moaning again.
The idea that he is touching himself, imagining her, and listening to her, is more exciting than touching herself.
She is never so noisy when is playing with herself, perhaps when orgasm reaches her but never when she is just massaging her breasts.
This idea overstimulates her and knows that Harvey is the only one able to do it.
She's so fucking on this man.
"Take off the t-shirt, Donna," Harvey says, caressing his balls.
Donna doesn't respond, she just does.
"Tell me how your boobs are..." He murmurs, with a voice coming out from deep in his throat.
"Sensitive." She responds, sits on the bed, watching at herself. "The nipples erect, dark." And she says it in a whispering voice, she knows Harvey is desperate for her boobs.
"Wet your fingers with saliva and moisten your nipples, your index fingers in circles, around them."
Donna lies down again and does what Harvey asks, her wet fingers sliding around her hard nipples is a feeling she really enjoys and it spreads soft replicas all over her body.
"Come on, squeeze them with your fingers like they were tweezers."
"Harvey." She moans again, this time with more intensity.
And Harvey does a countdown, from 10 to 1, wherein each number she must press her nipples between her fingers.
"Very well Donna..." He growls on the phone. "Your index fingers on your nipples, the tips of your fingers moving fast over them. Come on, as you like me to do."
Donna doesn't respond, she just starts to do it and the waves of pleasure begin to go down more intensely through her body.
"You're squeezing your legs, right?" Harvey asks, stimulating his erection while he listens to her.
"Yes." Donna sighs.
"Take a pillow and put it between your legs, press it, you can move your hips and rub if you want."
"How can you know what I need without even watching me?"
"You're my favorite map, Donna." He responds, sincerely. "Knowing every detail of you is one of the things I enjoy the most, and I'm not just talking about the sexual."
Donna for a moment relaxes and smiles like a stupid teenager. "With this you just said, I'm more eager to kiss you than to feel you inside me."
"I generate those things."
She giggles. "I love you, you know it. Right?"
He grins. "I know, and I love you too, Donna... But, grab that pillow now."
She does it and places it between her legs, presses them hard, and gently moves her hips against it, looking for some friction, feeling her core palpitating. She doesn't see the time when Harvey asks her to lower her hands.
"Comfortable again?"
"Yes."
"Well... Go back to your nipples with your fingers, turn them, slowly... Just get close to the limit, Donna. That it doesn't hurt you."
"Can only you make me hurt?" She asks, rogue, taking her nipples as he says and grinding her hips against the pillow.
"Exactly." He responds, pressing his dick on his hand. "Strech them, Donna… Keeps your nipples stretched for me." Harvey groans by pressing himself harder and Donna groans in response, feeling how her breasts and nipples are stretching. "Suddenly, release them."
Donna groans hard as she does so and her legs are starting to hurt from so much pressure.
She feels completely wet.
"Take off your panties, but you can't touch yourself yet."
Donna growls in frustration but still does.
"Mount the pillow, put it between your legs as if you were on top of mine."
"And now?" She asks, kneeling with her legs on the sides of the pillow, and clenches her fingers into the bones of her hips. She needs to touch or lose her head.
"Move your hips, in circles, slow Donna. I just want you to rub against the pillow, not that you want to explode."
"Uhu, you're not going to let me come soon, are you?"
"I just want to have some fun before... So, slow, as if you had my cock between you wet lips."
Upon saying so, they both moan at the same time just thinking about it and Donna hears Harvey hitting his cock against his stomach.
"Shit, Harvey! That's what I want you to do against me." She grunts, moving her hips, letting her clit grind against the raspy fabric.
"I imagine that I do it against your soaked folds." He growls. "Knead your boobs while you move, put the phone closer, I want to hear how you rub against the pillow for me."
Donna brings the phone closer and speeds up her movements, so that it increases the sound of the rubs, while she touches her breasts and pulls her nipples, moaning for Harvey to listen to her on the other side of the phone.
Harvey closes his eyes and imagines her, while he climbs with his index fingers and thumb as a ring all over his erection… Donna kneeling in the middle of her bed, completely naked and sweaty, her red hair falling on her freckled back, her hands stimulating her breasts and her hips grinding against a pillow as if she were riding him.
"Shit Donna, you're so hot!" He growls deeply and opens his eyes, slowing his movements so as not to approach the edge.
Donna continues to move and moaning as if she would really be fucking him, feels wet, and her core burns by the graze with the cloth. She's too concerted that her mound is the one that hits the cloth and her legs already feel unstable.
Harvey hears her scream for the first time and smiles proudly.
"Pull your hips forward, your body too, and move your hips up and down, you're fucking me, Donna, and I need more!"
"Harvey, damn it!" She yells with the phone near her face again, Harvey hears the blows she gives over and over again against the pillow and his wife's and guttural moans.
"Do you want to come now and then give me another baby?"
"Ambitious." Donna moans, feeling her core burning, feels a mixture of pleasure and pain that is pushing her to the limit.
"I know what you're a woman of fingers, but I think my pillow is pleasing you."
"Harvey..." Donna drowns a grunt against the mattress. She moves her hips so that the tip of the pillow is just against her clit and is sure to come soon.
Harvey is right, she's a fingers' woman, and of course, some toy But in more than 40 years, she had never tried against a pillow and she doesn't know if feels inexperienced or if she feels thankful to this bastard for making her feel like this in the distance.
She had never managed to give up control with anyone in bed, but even if it sounds cheesy, with Harvey everything is different. She trusts so much in him that she surprises herself enjoying that he controls her. They had done it several times, also Donna controlling him, but this is far beyond their expectations. No one had ever bothered to know her so well that he could make her feel like this just with his voice and knowing exactly what she enjoys.
Harvey is making her discover sensations that she had not dared to experience with anyone, and she wanted to continue doing so all her life. She realizes that with Harvey she can experience everything she never dared, and that generates adrenaline that fascinates her.
"Faster, Donna!" He says and distracts her from her thoughts.
Her hips start to get tired, but she keeps moving.
She feels her skin burning under the sweat layer, her nipples rubbing against the sheet too, all her core rubbing against the pillow, hitting exactly on her clit, the vibrations of pleasure invades her completely.
She feels dizzy, on the verge of collapse.
She increases the speed of her movements, dragging her open and damp core against the pillow, then hits into it. Exactly as if she were riding it on him, sliding up his cock and then hitting her deeply.
Harvey listens as he does, and listens to her enjoy. That woman drives him crazy.
Harvey hits his cock again against his abdomen while groaning for her: "Let's go, baby, give it to me." He grunts, still moving his cock. He knows that sound excites her. "I want to hear you say my name while you come."
And that's enough, Donna feels her core contracting, her breath is shaken even more, and yells his name with her face crushed against the mattress, with her hips still moving, unbridled, in circles and hitting, her legs are already unstable and the waves of pleasure invade her from her core to her limbs and spine.
She lets herself fall, with her hips raised by the pillow, and enjoys the pleasant feeling in her body, while she feels her fast heartbeat against the mattress, her legs trembling, her head in a nebula, her gaze getting blur, and the fire between her legs.
"Shit, Harvey." She hums. "I can't believe there's never done this before." She giggles, spinning in bed and falling on her back again.
"I mean, I'd rather you ride me... But I think it's worked."
"It really worked. And you?"
"Sorry, I haven't come yet... I'm waiting for you to do it a second time."
"And why do you think I want to have another one?"
"Because you don't have anything better to do, and because you can't resist me."
She grins. "You're right, but give me a few minutes..." She sighs, sinking between the pillows, still with the feeling of tingling in her skin.
"If you knew how many times I imagined something like this when we were talking in the early morning."
Donna bites her lip, surprised by her confession. Not that he thought about it, but that he said it out loud. "You always had a dirty mind, Specter."
Harvey laughs. "Because you don't, Paulsen."
She laughs too. "Okay, I've thought about it too."
"But, I must admit, that imagining yourself in my bed and knowing that it's really happening, makes it a lot more interesting."
"Yes, touching me thinking about you and feeling your smell too."
"So you've touched yourself thinking about me before?"
"Don't ask obvious things, you've done it too."
"You're right." Harvey relaxes in the bed, letting her erection relax for a few minutes, just puts his arm behind his head and smiles as he hears her sighing, relaxed. "But they have been more than I could admit."
Donna laughs again, feeling a teenage girl hiding from her parents having a sexual conversation with her boyfriend. "It's better that we don't start to count."
Harvey stays silent for a few seconds, and Donna hears him breathing heavily.
"What, Harvey?"
"It's true that we lost too many nights, Donna..."
"Don't you think the wait was worth it?" She asks, honestly.
"Yes, but either way..."
"I wouldn't change anything if that brought us here, Harvey." She responds, sweetly.
"Well, I wouldn't either." He smiles.
And they stay for a few seconds in silence, just listening to each other's smiles.
Just as they had learned to read what their gazes said, after so many phone calls, they had learned to read their pauses, and their expressions, even though the sounds were almost imperceptible.
Donna inhales deeply and is flooded by Harvey's scent.
"It always bothered me that I liked your scent so much."
"It was you who chose my perfume many years ago."
"And you've never changed it…" She smirks. "But, I don't mean that…" She pauses. "I mean how every time we got too close, your smell came to me and I could only think that I wanted to get you closer… rather, without distance between us."
"I promise you there won't be many nights when you can't smell me."
Donna smiles like a fool. "In fact, you're not here, but I'm smelling you."
"Yes?" He asks, stroking himself again with his fingers.
"Yes." She responds and inhales deeply again.
"You're still in my bed, right?"
"Yes, Harvey."
"How?"
"Lying down, face up… Between your pillows."
"And you want me to touch you again?"
"I'd love you to do it, Harvey." She responds and closes her eyes.
"You're going to use the tips of your fingers, between your boobs, go down and up there, just as my nose always rubs your skin."
"Do you like to do that, right?" She asks suggested, doing what Harvey tells her.
"I could live among your tits and I would never get bored, Donna." He confesses without remorse.
"I've noticed." She responds, lowering her finger between her breasts.
"Go with your fingertips on your breasts, just drawing your skin, join your freckles as I do." He whispers, feeling completely hard again in his hand. "Slowly." He indicates, listening to her sighing deeply. "Put your breasts in the middle, massage from the sides." He instructs and Donna does. "Could I see them?" Harvey asks.
"Haven't you seen them enough already?"
"Mhm… It's never enough."
Donna smiles with satisfaction and sits on the bed, takes a photo of her neckline, holding her breasts underneath her left arm, her nipples upright, her red hair falling on them and her lips slightly open.
She sends her and instantly listens to Harvey grunting "fuck" and smiles to herself proudly.
"Do you remember them better now?" Donna asks.
"You're so fucking hot!" He responds, spreading the pre-seminal fluid on the head of his dick with his thumb, without being able to remove his eyes from the photo. "Take your nipples, Donna, play with them, as well as you like to do when I'm on top of you and I'm fucking you."
Donna unconsciously opens her legs, leaving space to receive him, and takes her breasts underneath, then pinch her nipples with her fingers over and over again, starting to feel the moisture appear again between her legs.
"Like this, Harvey?" She asks, in the same tone as she says the ear when he is filling her.
Harvey groans in response and Donna's hips move upwards.
Shit that she would like to have him on top of her right now.
"Open your legs, just a little bit, your feet on the bed."
"I've done it already."
"Very good…" Harvey growls. "Lower your hands down your abdomen, you can't lower more Donna … I know that you enjoy when my fingers play there, along with my nose."
Donna sighs, slowly lowering her hands down her abdomen and feeling her skin begin to ignite again.
"Stick your fingers in your hips, and move your hips for me."
"Shit Harvey, you're really doing it as you would be here."
"Why do you say so? Because you always move your hips wanting me to touch you sooner than I want to do?" Donna doesn't respond, but they both know it is. "And as then I go down on your thighs… Do it. Drag your nails there."
Donna obeys immediately and drags the nails on her thighs, reaching her buttcheeks, and cannot avoid moaning. The skin of her thighs is very sensitive, and Harvey always caresses her as if it were crystal.
"Like this, baby..." Harvey groans, stimulating himself, with the mental image of Donna with her legs open and her folds getting wetter and throbbing.
Donna heads toward her inner thighs and moans stronger. Her eyes close by instinct.
"Get your thumbs closer to her groins, still stroking your thighs…. I want to see you wet for me."
Donna again, does what Harvey tells her and already feels how her core is literally burning.
Harvey says nothing more for a few minutes, in which Donna caresses herself and moans gently near the phone so that Harvey can listen to her and his erection is getting closer to the limit.
"How do you feel?" Harvey asks in a lower voice.
"Hot like shit, Harvey."
"Do you want me to use my hands on you?"
"Please." She begs.
"Tell me, Donna."
"I want you to touch me, Harvey. I want you to feel how wet I am for you."
"Shit!" Harvey growls. "Your two fingers on your lips, now Donna. Up and down, slide them."
Donna is doing it before Harvey finishes saying it, she drags her index and middle fingers on each of her lips, over and over again, varying the pressure, indirectly stimulating her bunch of nerves and gently moaning, biting her lower lip as she does.
"How does it feel?" Harvey moans, dragging his fingers on his balls.
"Burning," Donna replies.
"Want more?"
"Yes." She groans.
"Your index finger, slide it over your slit. Still on your lips."
Donna does it immediately, her finger goes up and down the union of her swollen lips, moistening with her fluids, and groans her husband's name.
"Does it feel good?"
"Like hell that does." She says, while still moving her finger.
"I wanna know how wet you're for me... Put your finger between your lips, I want you to tell me how you feel it."
Donna slides her index finger between her tight lips, feeling her moisture and bump swelling, and moves it up and down.
"I'm so wet that you could penetrate me right now."
"And I could come inside you to the third onslaught."
"Mmm yes? What would you like? Be on top of me?"
"Yes Donna, feeling like your body stretches to receive me, your moisture surrounds me." She continues touching herself as she listens to him and chokes groans against her hand. "Open more your legs for me. I want you to feel complete."
Donna doesn't respond, she just does, dragging her finger from her dripping entrance to her clit, over and over again.
She already feels near the edge again and knows Harvey has just begun.
Her finger slides easily between her folds and the vibrations of pleasure grow in her body.
"Put your fingers inside, slowly, curl them and drag them out. Get you wetter Donna, I want to hear how wet you are."
Donna moans with anticipation and moves her phone between her legs. She inserts the 2 fingers of the middle into her entrance, curls them against her frontal wall, and slowly pulls them out, spreading her flows on her. She does it several times until she feels sticky enough to start rubbing herself without much pressure so that Harvey can hear the sound of her sticky moisture.
She knows Harvey hears her because she's making an effort not to moan, and she listens to him.
"Do you like to be touched like this, Donna?" He growls on the phone and Donna groans loudly in response. "Answer me."
Donna sighs and brings her phone back to her head. "Your hands drive me crazy, Harvey."
"Hit your lips with two of your fingers, the force you like, but do it many times... I want to listen to you, Donna."
And at that moment, she thinks it might come, but she slows down her hand and controls herself.
She moves her phone again and does what Harvey said. She hits gently with her index and middle fingers joined on her lips, feeling how sticky she is and feeling her lips burning. She knows that her skin there gets redder when she is so horny and that it highlights between her white skin, and she wishes Harvey could see it.
Without even telling him, she takes another selfie, where he'll see her lips burning, red, swollen, and soaked, protruding on her white skin, and sends it to him.
"Donna, holly shit!" Harvey groans and releases his cock when he sees her, otherwise, he would already be having an orgasm.
"Look what you do to me." She says, beating herself again for Harvey to listen.
"Go on like that…But open your lips with your fingers, hit on your clit's hood, baby."
Donna opens her lips with her fingers and looks at herself for a few seconds, enjoying looking at herself so sexy, and then her fingers are hitting her again, feeling her swollen and hard lump under them. She drops her knees to be more comfortable and the soft blows are making her scream as if Harvey's head is sunk between her legs.
"Put your phone back near you, I want to listen to you when I drag you to the limit." Donna does it. "Keep opening up your lips and do everything I tell you, remember that those are my hands. Slide your fingers from top to bottom on her core."
"I never thought you could put me like this miles away." She says, doing it.
"You did believe it, just didn't dare to think about it"
"You know you're good."
"I know… but at this point, it's also harming me myself… that last picture was too much."
"Don't wait anymore, Specter?" She asks, funny.
"You think I can't?"
"Can you tell me what to do?" Donna says in a bossy tone.
"Uhu… Who doesn't hold longer now?"
"Harvey, damn it!"
Harvey laughs gently, but the truth is that he has been struggling for more than 10 minutes not to come.
"Your fingers on top of your clit, from side to side, as if they were my fingers, Donna... I'm doing it as I'm holding you by your back and as I pass my tongue by your neck."
Donna yells his name as she does and moves her fingers over and over again, really imagining that it is his hands that are doing it.
"Same thing, but from top to bottom, press when you go up and relax when you go down… as you like to do with my tongue."
"Shit, you know me!" She responds, moving her fingers over her.
Harvey enjoys for a while just hearing her.
"You also like my fingers going up and down the sides of your clit as I pass the tip of my tongue. Right?"
Donna just can only moan in response.
"Do it... your fingers going up and down on your inner lips, your mound in the middle, feel how hard you put right there."
Donna no longer knows very well what is going on, feels her walls contracting and drops of moisture falling on her thighs.
Her fingers never stop moving, pressing, and releasing to increase her sensations. Her skin burns, her body is invaded by pleasure and moves against your will.
"Your middle finger circled over your clit, now Donna!"
Donna can no longer form any coherent response, she just does, her muscles tighten, he's one move away from throwing her into the void.
"Two fingers Donna, more pressure." Harvey groans, increasing the pressure on his cock. "Just like this, Donna, you know that hearing you moan drives me crazy."
Donna groans his name followed by a high-pitched scream for a spasm between her legs and an involuntary movement of her hips.
"Three fingers Donna, strong and fast, give me everything." She obeys immediately and before she can get used to the increased pressure, Harvey says, "Your four fingers, still opening your lips with your other hand."
Harvey hears her move desperately on the mattress, her moans become deeper and her breathing more artificial.
Donna can't think consistently, but very in the background, she can't believe how Harvey is making her completely lose control of her body, razed by pleasure, just speaking to the phone.
He lets her set foot on the cliff and tells her, "Stop, Donna."
She ignores, and just keeps stimulating herself, she knows that in a few seconds she will explode.
"I said stop, Donna."
"Harvey!" She responds with frustration. "Why do you ruin it like this?"
"Open my drawer."
"What?" She asks, feeling her core itching.
"Open my drawer." He repeats.
Donna sighs in the mood to kill him and opens his drawer.
"I bought it for use with you, but I think you could try it now."
"Harvey?" She asks, taking the little box.
"C'mon! I know have a few in your apartment."
"We could have used mine."
"I don't wanna know if you used them with someone else."
Donna laughs. "No Harvey, never."
"The box is closed, but I have disinfected it and it's charged."
Donna smiles at his care and immediately opens the package, quickly reads the instructions and she has never tried with this vibrator model.
"I've read very good reviews of that one and you could give it a try right now because I'll really come soon."
Donna goes back to bed enthusiastically and turns it on, adjusts it in one of the lowest vibrations, and accommodates it between her legs.
The first thing she feels is a pleasant tickle and leaves it there for a few seconds, enjoying it.
"I want you to use it among us when I'm into you," Harvey says.
"I always believed you were one of those who thought these things weren't needed."
"I love being the one who gives you pleasure, but I know those things are really good and it's not bad to have options. I like, even more, watching enjoy you, than enjoying myself."
"Could you stop being tender when I'm so horny? Because the only thing I could do now is shouting your name." She says and goes up one more point the speed.
"Do it, nothing sounds better than my name on your lips," Harvey growls, clenches hard his erection. "Raise your free hand to your tits, touch them for me." Donna does it right away and raises another point of the vibrate
Again she thinks that this man would kill her.
Her whole body begins to tremble, and it's not like she's doing it on purpose, it's that wonderful thing between her legs.
"This shit really works!" Donna grunts, increasing its power.
With all the previous stimulation, the sensitivity then her first orgasm, the vibrations between her legs stretching all over her body, and the suction over her clit, she can't help it. Everything seems too intense for Harvey not to be here.
She closes her legs tightly to increase the pressure of the appliance even further against her and screams when she feels a really hard orgasm through it from her core to her entire body.
Harvey is fascinated with hearing her and being able to imagine it, it's much hotter than he had thought.
He hears her shortness of breath and her drowned groans, imagines her disarming in his bed, with her body at the mercy of pleasure, and simply loses him too, pouring on his hand and splashing his abdomen.
For a few seconds, only their shallow breaths are heard and they are both focused on squeezing every last drop of pleasure.
"Are you okay?" Harvey asks.
Donna starts laughing. "Amazing."
"So, now you prefer that little device. Right?"
Donna continues to laugh and at that point, she would have hit him on his shoulder. "I haven't used one since we're together." She shrugs. "And if it's more intense, but that doesn't mean you prefer it further."
Harvey acts a sigh of relief and Donna laughs again.
"The next one you buy should be able to control it from your phone."
"I love your mind."
"I know." She responds, covering her body with the sheet.
"Please, turn on the camera."
"Harvey… We should sleep."
"I just want to see your face, you look spectacular when you just come."
Donna smiles and turns on her camera, covering herself with the white sheet up to her neck. "Hello, handsome."
Harvey turns on the camera with a smile. "Hello, pretty."
"I think I'm going to be able to sleep better now, even if you're not here."
"Me too." He smiles at her and Donna smiles back at him. She settles on her side and snuggles up. "Close your eyes... I stay here until you fall asleep."
"Harvey." She giggles. "I'm not a kid."
"No, luckily you're my wife."
She grins. "Finally."
"Finally," Harvey responds and also settles into his bed. "Rest, Donna."
"You too."
Donna arranges her phone between the pillows so Harvey can see her, turns off the last light, and closes her eyes.
Harvey says nothing, he just stares at her until he notices her breathing getting heavier, he's already learned how breathing changes when she falls asleep.
And he spends several more minutes looking at her.
"I love you." He whispers and ends the call.
The next morning, Donna wakes up before her alarm goes off, the sun coming in from the window hits her face and she stretches on the bed, scuffling her eyes and yawning.
She misses turning around and curl up in Harvey, feel the warmth of his body, rest her head on his chest and have him cling her against his body.
The next thing she does is look for her phone, to send him a message, when she hears sounds in the kitchen.
She sits on the bed, smiling because she knows it's him, with the padding covering her bust and her hair messy.
"Harvey?" She asks.
"Good morning!" He answers from the kitchen and she smiles.
"Come here, I missed you!" She says, getting out of bed, she looks for Harvey's t-shirt, puts it on, and leaves the bedroom, Harvey is in the kitchen, making breakfast, and she melts at the see. She walks to him and stands behind him, clinging to his body and resting her cheek on his back. "You came early." She smiles and gives him a kiss on his back.
"I missed my wife." He says, taking her hands that are on his chest.
She laughs like a fool. "I have no complaints." She gives him a sweet kiss on the neck.
"Thank goodness, because it's still my home." He giggles.
"But soon we will have ours."
Harvey takes Donna's left hand and gives her a kiss on her ring. "We'll have it, but first I have a surprise for you."
"What?" She asks, excited.
"I'll give it to you with breakfast."
"Harvey!" She complains.
"No, no complaints. Go and wait for me in bed. Now."
"Huh, are you still bossy?" She tells him and walks away while Harvey grins.
Donna stops by the bathroom to brush her teeth so she can properly kiss her husband, washes her face, and puts on some underwear.
When Harvey enters the room, she is tucked back into bed, he leaves the breakfast tray aside and without warning, pounces on her so he can kiss her.
"Could you never leave me alone one night again? If you like to play, we can do it in the same place." Donna tells him, dragging her hands on his back and her foot on his leg.
"Yes, in fact, I already got what you asked me last night."
Donna raises an eyebrow. "You are fast, huh?" She gives him a kiss. "That was the surprise?"
He smiles and drags his nose all over his face, showing signs to kiss her, but without doing it for several seconds, while she has a silly smile on her lips and her eyes closed. "No, it's not that."
"Talk at once, Specter!" She opens her eyes.
"You have 3 days to make your bags... We will have our honeymoon in Europe, including Paris." He tells her with a smile and Donna can't have a bigger smile on his face. "3 weeks... If you want, of course."
"Go on a honeymoon with my husband to the place I wanted to know all my life? Mhm... Let me think..." She pauses and moves her eyebrows. "Yeah, I think I accept." She says laughing and kisses him, attracting him over her with all her body.
"That's what I thought."
Donna laughs. "I'm going to omit that you are so enlarged." She says, dragging her fingers in his short hair and he laughs. "I love you, Harvey." She says with emotion in her voice.
Harvey smiles back and caresses her cheek with his thumb. "And I love you, Donna." He whispers against her lips and kisses her sweetly until they both must separate in order to breathe.
In Seattle they will have a drawer full of sex toys, and they won't just for Donna's pleasure.
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