The rough session they had last night didn't stop Harvey from leaving early in the morning to the gym. Apart from a few times here and there, when he feels like he wants to stay longer in bed with her, or when she asks him for a lazy morning, he has always gone to the gym every Sunday morning. It fell perfectly in their common schedule because Donna herself has the habit to do her yoga Sunday as well, so he doesn't feel that guilty leaving her in his apartment or hers. And today is no exception. He's tired, true. But it's the good kind of tired, and he still feels like punching a few and bringing his dominant side out. He just craves the adrenaline.

Donna feels like laying around today. She feels deliciously sore and after trying a few yoga poses in his condo's balcony, she realizes she's not exactly feeling like doing much effort. She had one hell of a week after all, and she deserves some rest, she convinces herself. After all, it's June and the weather is amazing. She looks at the sky and feels the warmth of the sun on her face, and it's been so missed during the last few months. An idea creeps its way into her head, it's appealing and she feels reckless (a trait she had a lot during the past few weeks, since her and Harvey got together) so she decides something on a whim. After all, they had their fair share of adventures in this place, so it's not technically the first time.

A key sound. The door lock. Then a click. Harvey makes his way through the hall, already thinking about finding Donna. She's not on the couch, nor in the kitchen. He makes his way to the bedroom, no trace of her. He smirks, walking towards his bathroom, already preparing himself to join her in the shower, but when he gets there, it's all silence.

"Donna?"

She hears his voice in the bedroom.

"In here" she shouts and he follows the sound of her voice, making his way to his balcony.

"Donna what a–"

His voice disappears, the sight welcoming him really baffles him. She's laying there in the sun, completely nude except for her little thong, slathered in body oil. Her breasts are plump and shining, thighs pressed together and she's a whole goddess on his lounge chair. Jesus fucking Christ.

For a second he loses his words, and he clears his throat before making another attempt at his previous question

"What are you doing?" but it comes out as an almost whisper from how dumbfounded he is.

"I am tanning?"

He slowly walks closer to her until she's right under his sight, and she closes the books in her hands and looks at him from underneath her sunglasses in her Donna attitude (which she knows drives him freaking crazy) He glides his eyes across her whole body. His piercing gaze makes her clitoris throb twice in a row, and she tries hard to look composed, because she knows how much Harvey is enjoying this (which doesn't help her at all) and she may or may not have done this for other reasons than a simple tan.

"Yea... I can see that.." he says and his voice is deep, eyes dark and she clearly sees the moment he puffs his chest and goes from troubled Harvey to Harvey taking matters into his own hands, literally, as he starts handling her right tit. It makes her instantly wet.

"Did you have a good workout?" she asks innocently, as if his ministrations aren't causing wetness pooling between her legs.

"Yeah I... " he pauses as he plucks a nipple, "uh, I did. I even had some boxing rounds with a guy there"

"Did you win?" she bites her lip, her voice sultry and he knows she's enjoying this. Enjoying the way his fingers are sliding and expertly fondling her breast, as well as knowing he beat the shit out of his opponent.

"You know I did" he growls, and he joins his other hand to her left one, now purposefully running his hands up and down her body. Her boobs look fucking amazing in the sun, glistening with all the oil and he straddles her on the lounging chair, palms running up and down, pinching and teasing her nipples as she lets out a small whine and bucks her hips up, so he slides a bit to the front, blocking her shakes, and it brings his groin right into her sight. His cock is visibly erect, making a tent in his loose shorts, and she admires the sight unashamedly, knowing exactly how promising he is. He gathers her breasts in his hands, pressing them against each other and it's a mouth-watering view. She feels handled but powerful at the same time, as she sees the darkness in Harvey's eyes and feels a twitch so close to her face. She slides his shorts down, pulls him out and takes him in her hand stroking his dick while never breaking eye contact. She really got him by the balls.

"Can I?"

His demand is clear, and to be honest, expected. She reads him like a book after all. And it makes her insides burn. She gives him a shy little nod so he stands up and takes the bottoms off, then kneels back down. She pushes her boobs together and he takes himself by the base, slides his cock so easily in between. Her skin is warm from the sun and slick with all the oil and it feels so amazing he moans. He looks so good like this, black tight tshirt perfectly hugging his broad shoulders and arm muscles, half naked with his thick beautiful cock between her breasts, and hair wet and dishevelled from the shower. He really deserves it all, she thinks as he keeps pumping away and never breaking eye contact, until he sees her open her mouth, tongue flat out and eyes closed, and she looks hot and inviting. He pushes more forcefully, bumping his red swollen head with her warm tongue and feels her licking right at the end. It makes him lose his mind.

"Fuck Donna you're so good to me"

His voice is strained and she loves it. She loves how Harvey goddamn Specter is molten lava under her spell. She loves how he's trying so hard to keep looking in her eyes but he's so overwhelmed they automatically close, how he's got this frown on his face and mouth half open, struggling to keep sane under the pleasure she's responsible for.

He slows down, obviously wanting to prolong this, and to get her off as well, even though he knows she's absolutely fine with focusing on him. Because it's not their first time. She's used to giving him orgasms and carrying on with her day, just like he's endlessly gave her his fingers, or his mouth, or both without ever getting off himself, because they know they're in it for the other's pleasure, and they just love making each other feel good.

"Turn around" and she does. He watches her for a moment, her gorgeous back, her soft skin thighs and her inviting round cheeks. She gives him this sultry innocent look from behind her shoulder and dear good lord.

After getting rid of her thong,he slowly enters her, without the need to check because she's obviously very wet, and her soft intimate hairs are glistening, tickling him along as he stretches her walls. He pauses for a second, braces his hands on each side of the chair under her stomach and as she whines a low Harvey to get him going, he does a thrust so hard his groin bounces against her cheeks and her whine turns into a strong moan. He knows she loves this position, loves being under him like this, lying lazily on her stomach while taking whatever he gives her and the little whimpers she lets out in time with his gradually growing thrusts only affirms the fact. He loses the shirt, as he never stops fucking her, and soon, she loses herself, grabs his arm just like she does when she's about to come, nails digging into his skin. She's so on edge, and it makes her look even more sexy. Something pops in his head, and he holds the back of her neck as he deeply mumbles:

"You know you need my permission to come, don't you?"

He's a bit surprised when he sees her frantically nod, and he keeps pounding into her until her moans get louder and more frequent. He pinches her nipple for good measure when she lays against her elbows and somehow, it makes her lose her mind as she starts loudly whining.

"Har.. Mhm, can I please cum?"

His thrusts turn measured and purposeful, his hips forcefully slapping her thighs as he lets her panic for a moment before bringing his mouth to her ear and growls "yes baby" which makes her come so hard, screaming and biting against her arm. The thought of being under his mercy prolongs her orgasm and she rubs herself against the towel under her as she rides it out, slowly regaining her breath. It's not long before she distantly feels Harvey's thrusts becoming more and more out of control, his short grunts disclosing his near outburst so she starts meeting him halfway, pushing back until he clutches her ass and spills and twitches violently inside.

A few moments pass, both taking a much needed breath then Donna feels him slip out, waiting for her to turn around and face him, which she does. He smiles lazily at her, fully satisfied. She feels the warmth of his semen inside her and she brings her hand to play with both their juices against her clit, which feels fucking amazing. Harvey keeps watching her as she plays with herself, while he absently caresses the skin of her open thighs.

"Do you want to come again?"

She gives him a shy smile, and nods so of course he obliges, making her fall again over the edge with his tongue and middle finger.

It's until he falls on top of her, nuzzling his nose against her cheek that he realizes they never kissed, so he does exactly that.