Summary: Harvey loves Donna's breasts.
Harvey loves Donna's breasts. He loves how perfectly they fit into his palm, soft and gentle and big enough to occupy his whole hand. He loves how they mold into any shape he conducts while squeezing or kneading them with his fingertips.
He certainly so much loves looking at them, because that's something he never does so subtly. Anytime he gently caresses her back under her top before pulling it off, he takes several minutes to properly look at them, scan every detail. How they bounce down lightly or how they get covered by goosebumps that appear around her nipples because of the cold air, even though they both know that it's the anticipation of having his tongue against her tight buds that really causes it.
Harvey loves the feel of her breasts against his chest. He doesn't know exactly if it's sexual, or intimate, or that it just feels nice, but having, not anyone's, but Donna' s breasts pressed up against him brings up too many feelings. He loves the madness of it all. Whether she's topless and making out with him on his couch, pressing her chest against his, or they're just dancing innocently at some gala, and her nipples brush against his dress shirt because of course, she's not wearing any bra, causing him an inappropriate hard-on in the middle of the dance floor and him warning her of the rough fucking she'd be getting at the end of the night just because she had a smug face.
But more than everything, Harvey loves the nipples that crown her swollen pair. They are pink and delicate and he's never not mesmerized by how something that soft could get that tight and even more erotic just by the right stimulation. And what makes him even more captivated, is the way Donna mewls anytime he caresses them, or kisses them, or takes them in his mouth and sucks on them. It brings out from her sounds he never thought would be possible, and they'd make his dick impossibly harder because, even though he had endless women whimpering under him, the thought of having Donna, who's so powerful and confident and who has him wrapped around her little finger, whining with need under his big form is really hot and it makes him lose his fucking mind.
She finds him acting like a little child, sometimes, when they are lying in bed after making love, or just a one good round of fucking, because he'd pop up on his side with his elbow, facing her laying on her back, breasts spilled against her rib cage and he'd catch one with his palm, simply playing with it. She finds him adorable that way, having the liberty to touch her. She'd watch him silently having his way with them, taking turns with each one, wriggling and wiggling and watching closely as the action creates small waves on their surface , and then he'd kiss them soundly as if he's kissing her cheek goodnight.
He never actually asked permission when it comes to her breasts. Sure, he always does when he's doing things with her, even if it's not their first time, but he came to realize that he loves her boobs so much to the point of possessiveness. She doesn't mind that much, she finds it hot. Of course she does because when he grabs them forcefully and squeezes them against each other so that he can slide his solid length between them, she spurs him on until he's spilling his essence on her throat.
But despite everything, tonight is very different. She's laying in bed waiting for him to join her from the shower. He just came home from a three days work trip. His plane having to delay the flight, he found himself arriving at a very late hour. He thought she'd be already asleep, but she couldn't, the anticipation of having Harvey by her side making her whole body tingle. She's wearing light-salmon silky shorts and a white matching sleeveless top, not that she was expecting anything, but she didn't find the idea of wearing his comfy sweater appealing. The door of the bathroom clicked open and she felt the tension rising in her blood. He looked at her, standing by the foot of the bed, wrapped in his blue bathrobe and water drops sliding across his temple, and he lightly smiled. And then, she knew that even if he's tired and the hour is late, they just can't ignore the igniting fire that is crackling inside their cores. She turned around beneath the white sheets, causing them to drop to her hips and faced him, laying on her side, a silent invitation drawn in her eyes. Everything around them is quiet, but they both understood each other like every time they did during the years. He slid his robe open, slowly pushing it off of himself until the garment hit the ground. She looked intently at his groin, noticing his already hard member and she sighed at the sight. The next thing she knew is him on her, devouring her lips and attacking her throat. The silent bedroom filled with his "God, I missed you" and her "Harvey, I need you now". But he stalled. He missed her to the point of insanity but he wanted to savour her body, getting his refill from her every part. He kept on sucking at the top of her shoulder when he slid his hands under her camisole, to be welcomed by bare breasts with already hardened nipples and he groaned at the realization. He kept kneading the flesh until she became nothing but a puddle of whimpers and moans. She helped him take the top off, the sight of her pinkish flushed chest welcoming his forever captivated look. She watched him caress lightly around them, never fully touching the peaks, dropping feather kisses here and there and slightly putting pressure just to deny her from it all over again. She couldn't believe that her breasts felt this sensitive. One touch of Harvey's and she'd hum, demanding more. She was tossing, halfly arching her back but couldn't do more because he was all over her, sitting on his knees that were on each of her sides, effectively pinning her against the mattress. She clutched on his head for dear life, fingers sliding through his hair, pulling when he decided to show her some mercy and lick all the way around her right nipple while flicking his thumb on her left one. He took turns on both of her tits while she was thrusting her groin in his, making it harder for him to concentrate. He grabbed both of her boobs, squeezed them, and just because she was trying to take some control by humping him, he wiggled one with his hand and slapped it real quick, causing her to elicit a moan she only thought she'd cry during a really rough round. But she couldn't understand why she was so sensitive and the thought already got blurred by the second slap he gave her, followed by a hard suction, while his other hand kept tapping on her left bud. He switched his ministrations, giving the other breast consecutive slaps and sucking afterwards, when he started to feel her shivering under him, her breath growing more labored and fists clenched in his hair. He took it as a sign to continue until waves of pleasure kept washing over her, and he was her safe board, carrying her with softer suctions until she reached the calm shore.
.
"I can't believe I made you come with nipple play,"
She's not looking, her head pressed against his chest and fingers playing with the soft hairs there, but she knows exactly what kind of smug face he's holding. But she's stumbling, almost embarrassed from the fact that she indeed had an orgasm with just him stimulating her nipples, and she feels the temperature rising to her cheeks. But Donna being Donna had to make a comeback, no matter what.
"Congratulations, you just made me speechless for the third time in your life", she retorted, sarcasm dripping from her mouth.
"I don't care, I think it was hot."
She looks up at him with an arched brow, and he smiles at her, because he does. He finds it hot, and he loved it, just like he loves her breasts and her whole body. But when Donna smiles back at him, he's sure that her smile is what he loves the most.