He can't stop kissing her, tasting her lips and neck and collarbones and she lets him, open mouth against his, head thrown back and fingers in his hair. And still somehow they manage to slip off shirts and pants until he's left in his boxers and she's glowing in her burgundy lingerie.
She backs him to the foot of her bed, makes him sit down and straddles his lap, her red hair a curtain around their faces as their lips meet again and again. She feels him fidget with the clasp of her bra and she can't help but snort at Harvey's "fuck" at his failed attempt to take it off with one hand.
"Let me," she smiles, her ass moving slowly over him, her clit rubbing against the length of his cock teasing them both. She looks at him looking at her as she reaches behind her back, his eyes fixed on her chest, and the lust in his eyes makes her cheeks flush, it makes her feel sheepish and so fucking sexy at the same time.
The bra falls down revealing her creamy breasts and taut, perfect pink nipples he's been trying to forget for the past 12 years and God, he's gone. She's not surprised when he grabs them to squeeze and push them together (she remembers), mouth closing on a nipple, suckling.
"Harvey," she whimpers, her fingers gripping his hair. She looks down at him, watches as his tongue circles one bud and then the other, wet with his spit and when she hears him grunt "fantastic tits" before moving his mouth back to hers, she thinks it's a miracle she hasn't come already.
She could spend hours kissing him, letting him suck on the delicate skin of her neck, grabbing her ass and making out like horny teenagers, and they will, but right now she just needs him inside.
"Harvey," she mumbles against his lips and it sounds like a please. A hand coming between them, shy but sure fingers brush against his cock and he's so hard. Wetness pools in her panties as she strokes his head with her palm.
"Yes," he pants, "fuck. Yeah." He gets the point.
He turns them around. She lays down on the bed, arms reaching for him as he climbs up her body. This new position, Harvey on top of her, makes her breath falter. She lost count of how many times she dreamed about this along the years, his weight on her as she looks up into his eyes. She's always been able to see everything in his eyes. Sometimes more than she let on. Love, lust, pain. But lately, she thought she had lost her privileged access to his mind and soul.
She hasn't.
She bites down on her lower lip to stop herself from moaning out loud at what she's seeing now; love and lust and she almost feels like crying because this particular look has been a long time coming.
Harvey's fingers start yanking her thong down her hips, making her snap out of her reverie. She helps him along, until the lace hits the floor and his big hands hold her knees apart, revealing her fully to him. Bare and swollen and completely his.
He bends down to kiss her again, her fingers moving through his hair as he moves back to her breasts. Two long fingers finally land on her pussy and she whimpers long and loud and wanton. He dips a tip in the wetness pooling at her centre, spreading her juices all over her lips, flicking her clit a couple of times in the meantime and he's barely touched her and yet she's so fucking wet for him already. Fuck. He buries his nose in her neck and godfuckfuckfuckfuck.
She hears him groan something that sounds like I want you so much but she's not sure because all her focus is on her own hands grabbing the elastic of his underwear and dragging them down and away.
His cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. Her eyes go even darker at the sight. Long, thick, hard, perfect. She wants to taste him, take the tip into her mouth, do that thing with her tongue and cheek that made him come down her throat a lifetime ago. She wants to show him new tricks and show him how much she's always wanted him.
But there's so much time for that later.
She looks up at him with a glint in her eyes that says now and she reaches for him, shaking fingers wrapping around his cock.
"God, Donna," he hisses, closing his eyes. Just her hand and he's losing his goddamn mind. He really, really hopes he won't embarrass himself.
He doesn't have much time to regain control because next thing he knows she's guiding him inside. No kind of foreplay needed tonight. She's never been so aroused, so ready for it. Just the thought of sex with Harvey makes a current of desire flow through her body and more wetness pools at her entrance.
But thoughts and dreams are nothing like the real thing. He follows her lead and he enters her, slowly but certain. He doesn't know where to look; the unreal view of his cock entering her or her face, mouth open on a gasp, her eyes on his face. She's so wet and warm and familiar and tight. He automatically pushes all the way, bottoming out.
It's sudden and the full stretch takes her by surprise, a strangled moan coming out of her throat.
This is what she's been craving for years. The way he fills her. She's wet and needy and yet her walls are stretching around him so deliciously. He stills and she feels his cock throb or maybe it's her, she doesn't really know. She just knows that she never missed a man and his dick so much all her life.
"Okay?" he asks, slightly alarmed he might have hurt her.
"Yes. It's just," she's out of breath and she doesn't even know what she's trying to say. But he does.
He doesn't know how but he manages to grin down at her. She internally groans. Insufferable.
"Not that big," she says with a look.
Just so perfectly big. She thinks but she keeps it to herself, for now.
Her arms loop around his neck and she brings his face down to hers, she sucks on his bottom lip and he starts moving. One hand on her jaw and the other keeping her leg open and he slowly starts thrusting into her.
Two thrusts and she's whimpering "Yes. God, yes" against his mouth. Labored breaths mixing between open kisses.
He speeds up. Fucks her faster and all it takes is another three deep thrusts. It's all so wet she can hear the wet slaps of his hips on her, her clit brushing against his short hairs, and she can't believe her own body.
"Harvey, I'm gonna come," she gasps.
And she does, as soon as the words are out of her mouth. Her walls clenching uncontrollably around him, her fingers holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life.
And it's unexpected but Harvey's so fucking glad he can stop holding back. He comes in a matter of seconds, crashing down on her, nose buried in her neck and red hair against the pillow.
She rakes her fingers through his hair as they catch their breath and she feels him kiss the skin behind her ear. Her heart skips a beat. It's the kind of intimacy she's always only dreamed about and she smiles because it's all real.
He props himself up on his elbows then, his thumb brushes her bottom lip, their eyes meet and she sees everything.
"Hey," he kisses her softly.
"Hey," she's beaming. And she's the most beautiful and amazing woman he's ever met.
"I think we broke a record or something," she laughs quietly.
"It was the best two minute sex I've ever had," he says with a smirk and she can't stop the giggles.
He stops them with a bruising kiss.
"Harvey?" she murmurs against his mouth.
"What," his hands already roaming her body.
"Want you again," she says just because she can.
.
He breaks another record that night.