A/N: Hey, it's me again :) I don't think there's much to say about this fic, except that it's smut without too much plot, because smut never hurts, right? As always, please apologize for my mistakes in the language and I hope you enjoy it!
"You're my gift tonight. Wear this and only this." Harvey wrote on that light pink paper, with that handwriting that is so disastrous that just Donna can understand. The paper rests on a small wrapped box she doesn't hesitate to open even for half a second, hoping to find some lingerie inside. But when she grabs it in her hands, she realizes it weighs more than any piece of lingerie that could get into that tiny box, which only generates more curiosity in her, and unconsciously bites her lower lip and sighs. She can't believe what she sees inside, not because it's weird, but because she can't believe Harvey knows what perfume she wore for so many years. The perfume she was wearing when they met, at the other time, and for so many years later. She had only stopped buying it because it's from a European brand and, for some reason, it had ceased to be sold in her country. Her legs loosen and her skin shudders at the idea that Harvey remembers it and at the thought of leaving that bathroom being naked, just wearing that perfume… she knows immediately that the eve of his birthday will be so good.
Donna takes off the clothes she is wearing and stays in her underwear in front of the mirror, to comb her hair, and then also removes her underwear. She puts on a fairly generous amount of perfume as she looks at herself in the mirror, and enjoys the image that the mirror returns to her, feeling her nipples getting hard when she puts perfume on her breasts and when she thinks it has been enough, she leaves the perfume bottle inside the box and turns off the bathroom lights to open the door. She finds him lying in bed, only wearing black underwear and a white T-shirt, one of his arms above his head and his feet crossed.
"I thought gifts were given wrapped." She says, walking towards him, enjoying his eyes running across her body with no shame.
"Yeah, but it's my birthday and I wanna decide on my gift." He responds, wrapping her with his arm as soon as she is by his side. Donna climbs to the bed, straddling over him, who immediately hugs her by her back and buries his face in her neck, inhaling deeply.
"How did you know?" she murmurs, her arms also wrapping around him, her fingers tangling in his short hair.
He smirks against her skin and separates enough to look at her. "I could never forget that perfume…" he says with a too deep voice. "And someone has included it in their secretary's day gifts… I know you think I don't read my credit card summaries, but I do." Donna giggles softly. "Just, one day I stopped feeling it in you, and I assumed you just changed it, which I didn't like, but I couldn't say that."
"I could never get it here again."
"I know…" he whispers and gently kisses her lips, lowering one of his hands to her buttock. Donna feels a small spark as his fingers crawl there. "But I wanted to smell you like that again, like that night." He whispers and his words have an immediate effect on her core. "You look great in this outfit."
She grins. "You think so? Is it my size?"
He smiles. "It's not just your size, it's fucking perfect." He responds and buries her face again into her neck, to feel her perfume more closely, as she reaches for the hem of his T-shirt.
"I want you in the same outfit as well." She murmurs in his ear as she separates herself far enough from him so that she can lift his t-shirt a little.
"Do you want that?" he mumbles.
"That's exactly what I want." She replies against his mouth, her hips rocking over his lap. Harvey smiles, while pressing his hands on the sides of her body, then lifts his arms and lets his wife remove his t-shirt. "Definitely, much better." She says, her hands coming down from his shoulders down his back, her nails crawling down his skin, as her hips swing back and forth. Taking advantage of that she is above him and that he has her breasts at the height of his face, he holds them underneath, squeezing them with his hands, and splashes kisses on them, her arms hook into his neck, and smooching on the side of his face.
"That you've put perfume on your boobs…" he growls. "It's fucking hot. I want to see it next time."
"Next time you'll put me on." She sighs in his ear, feeling his tongue encircle her aureola and his dick getting harder and harder against her increasingly swollen pussy.
"Oh, I like the way you think…" he responds, his fingers squeezing her breasts harder.
"Yeah… I know." She responds, moving to look at him. Harvey's smile captures her nipple and part of her breast in his mouth, sucking and raising his sight, finding his wife with her teeth nailed to her lower lip and her eyes becoming darker. He releases it with a plop after a few seconds and raises his hands to her neck, erasing the distance between her lips. Their lips collide with each other, and their tongues become entangled almost immediately. As he kisses her, Harvey's hands slide down to her butt and his fingers stick there, separating her buttocks, causing her entire wet pussy to open more and more against his cock. Donna groans in his mouth as she feels one of his fingers slip between her buttocks and he intensifies his movements. "Harvey…" she grunts. The movement of her hips intensifies the pleasure in both.
"You're so fucking beautiful." He groans and they separate their lips for a few inches, gasping, their fronts joined. Harvey slides two of his fingers between her legs, immediately feeling her moisture and warmth while watching her close her eyes by the feeling. "So fucking beautiful." He repeats, his fingers crawling softly between her folds. When they're in sexual situations, he loves to tell her those things. He loves to see how her expression always softens a little. Her lips can't help but smile and her cheeks blush. Donna's smile stamps against his lips and a groan escape from her lips when his fingers reach her nerve bundle and gently rub it in circles. "Just leaving you speechless is probably one of my favorite things in the world."
She chuckles, biting her lower lip again. "I love that you leave me speechless. You're the only one who can do it." He chuckles on her lips and they kiss again. Still, with their lips joined and their tongues fighting to win more place in each other's mouth, Donna guides him until he lies on the bed, and with their lips attached yet, they both slide down his underwear as much as they can. Donna wraps his cock in her hand and massages it, softly pressing it and sliding her fingers up and down for every inch of his masculinity. "I guess the future birthday man wants a blowjob." She purrs on his lips and feels his cock contract in her hand just as she utters the word blowjob. "Yeah, you don't need to respond." She adds, without giving him time to answer, and after one last kiss, she goes away from above him and finishes removing his underwear. Far from what she usually does, which is settled between his legs, she kneels right next to his face and stretches on four legs forward, leaving her husband a fucking privileged sight as her tongue crawls along the length of his cock.
"Should I celebrate my birthday more than once a year?" he hums.
Donna looks at him, squinting her eyes. "Any complaints about our sex life?"
Harvey smirks and denies it with his head. The answer is completely honest and she can read it in his gaze. "None, but…" he growls as she, without stopping looking at him, passes her tongue again through his cock. "What I'm seeing from here is more than just a birthday gift."
"I gave you a blowjob last night, Harvey."
"You know what I mean."
She smiles and swings her hips, slightly opening them. Harvey groans as he watches her sticky lips drift a little apart as she does. "You can also play, I mean… if you want."
"Oh… that's allowed?" he murmurs, his fingers going up to her thigh.
"Everything is allowed tonight." She responds and without saying more, puts the head of his cock between her lips, and as he groans in response, his index finger slides up and down her slit. Donna sucks him gently, while his finger goes deeper and deeper between her swollen lips. She drops his cock when feels a groan too deep in her throat when the tip of his finger reaches the bottom of her clit and his finger moves smoothly there, sending waves of pleasure to every part of her body. When she gets used to the sensation, she wants to get him back into her mouth, but he slows it down.
"No, wait..." he growls. "Come on top of me."
"I promised you a blowjob."
He smiles mischievously. "And I want it. I wasn't talking about that." Donna's lips form an "Oh" upon realizing it and a burst of electricity hits her body. Harvey's hands guide her until her hips lie on his face and his cock just below her lips. It isn't something they often do, so it increases the dose of arousing in both. His arms go up to her back, while his hands go down her buttocks and open them, causing her pussy to open against his open mouth as well. His tongue absorbs her flavor immediately and begins to move skillfully between her folds, while she licks his cock from his head to his base repeatedly, then moves slightly forward, and as her hand jerks off his cock, her mouth sucks his testicles and tugs off their skin, enjoying the feeling of his groans against her pussy. Harvey guides her, allowing her to rest a little more support from her body against his face. He catches all her pussy in his mouth and sucks, making her yell his name.
"Harvey," she groans loudly, surrendering to the electrifying feeling.
"My blowjob." He responds and sucks again.
"You are so mean." She gasps.
"You have promised it."
Donna rolls her eyes and wants to respond, but he returns to do his thing in her pussy and her mind stops forming coherent thoughts, so she does what she promised and guides his cock to her mouth, to move up and down, feeling his dick hard and dripping in every part of her mouth, varying the speed while he varies the strength of his sucking.
Is there any better birthday present than Donna sucking his cock with her pussy on his face? It is difficult to find an answer that denies it. Every move of Donna over him sends more and more waves of pleasure to every part of his body, and she knows it because his fingers nailing on her buttocks begin to hurt.
Harvey doesn't give in to his actions, and she doesn't either. Pushing each other a little more and more to the limit, while making their best effort to control their breaths with their mouths blocked and their groans accumulating in their throats.
He is the first to stop because he doesn't want to end the night without fucking her with his face buried in her neck, inhaling that perfume over and over again. "Donna.." he groans. "Please." With extreme slowness, she slides him out of her mouth and as soon as she does, he moves her from above his body, to leave her on her stomach against the mattress and he settles on top of her. She keeps her elbows resting on the mattress, lifting her torso. His hand wraps around her neck until he reaches her jaw and turns her head, to kiss her and each one can feel their taste inside the mouth of the other. His cock beats between her buttocks and that makes both of them grunt.
"Fuck me, Harvey." She pleads, sliding her knees a little forward to raise her butt. He groans in her neck and lowers his hand down her back, reaching his cock and dragging his head down her pussy. "Fuck," she groans and feels him smiling on her neck, Harvey slips inside her, until she feels his balls against her skin and he drops completely on his wife, his arms on the sides of her body, his hands wrapping each of her breasts.
"It feels so fucking good to be inside of you." He groans, hitting her for the first time, inhaling her perfume.
Donna lifts her torso a little more while her knees bend and her feet rise. "I love feeling how you fill me." She growls in response, knowing that these dirty exchanges make him harder.
Harvey's hips begin to move smoothly, while his hands on her breasts guide her to move her body at the same pace as him. His face is buried in her neck, inhaling the smell of her perfume that mixes with the smell of her skin sweating with pleasure. He starts slow and smooth, but it doesn't take long to speed up, feeling her breasts tremble over his hands and feel her butt bounce with each blow. The movements turn frenetic and erratic, their breaths agitated while their bodies unite in the most literal sense of the word. Harvey's fingers pinch her nipples while he nibbles her neck and continues to fuck her, making each blow louder than the previous one. Donna does her best to keep her legs as close as she can, enjoying the feeling as he fucks her pussy tight and the head of his cock hits her inside, just where she enjoys it most.
But while both enjoy this position very much, he knows it is not enough for her if he wants to give her an orgasm. (not unless some of them used their hand to stimulate her, but they're not doing it and it's not the most comfortable thing for them being like that) and the truth is that he wants her to ride him, was everything he had thought of since he had that perfume in his hands.
"Now, you fuck me." He growls in her ear, slowing his movements.
Donna turns her head to look at him. "That's what you want?" she gasps.
"I want you to ride me, like that first time I felt that perfume."
Donna nods, with her gaze on his lips and after a kiss that they lengthen as much as their lungs allow, they move from there and Harvey sits on the bed, his back against the pillows. She straddles on top of him, making eye contact with him as she guides his dick into her entrance and glides to let him enter completely. Her hand hooks on his neck and his hands hold her by her butt. His cheek rests on her breasts, his head pulls back enough to access her neck, while Donna pulls her head back to give him more space and now also wraps him around with her other hand, holding him completely to her. Before he can say anything, she starts fucking him, starting at a fairly fast pace, knowing that they've both been approaching the edge for a while and need to drop in at once.
Harvey feels her buttocks bounce off his hands again and again, as her pussy wraps and stimulates his cock non-stop and he feels her moan, growl, and yell his name in his ear.
"God, Harvey," she whines in his ear when he lowers one of his hands until it is located close enough to her pussy that she slams her clit against his hand in each move.
"Fuck me, Donna." He growls and nibbles on the skin on her neck.
His hand, which is still on her butt, helps her to move, and her movements are as fast as her body allows. The sound of their bodies colliding adds to the noise the bed makes with each of the movements. Harvey's fingers nailed into her butt. Donna's fingers into his scalp. Harvey adds more stimulation to her, adding movement to the hand that is on her pussy, and feels her bite his shoulder in the middle of a moan.
"Harvey, I'm close," she growls, clinging to him, without stopping fucking him for even a second.
"I want everything. I want to feel it." He groans, reaching the point of her pulse to suck and that sends out a wave of extra pleasure that immediately affects her pussy.
"Oh shit, keep doing that." She gasps.
Harvey obeys and doesn't stop. Donna fucks him as hard and fast as she can until she feels an earthquake of pleasure born in her pussy and replicates to every part of her body too intensely. She clings to Harvey with all her strength, unable to avoid groaning and whining in his ear, while he feels his fingers dragging affectionately on her back. Harvey enjoys her pussy contracting around his cock and the spasms of her body that make her move without intention.
"Good?" he murmurs, and she smiles. She loves he always asks her, that makes her feel so protected.
"So good." She responds and separates her head from him so that she can look at him. Harvey smiles at her, raising one of his hands to her face and removing the hair that has fallen in front of her face.
"I love you," she mutters against his lips and kisses him.
"I love you too." He also murmurs, his fingers going up and down her spine as he kisses her again.
When they separate, she turns her head to look at the clock and returns to him with a smile. "What do you think about starting your birthday by having an orgasm inside me?" she murmurs with a sensual voice and feels his cock contracting inside her pussy.
He grins. "Sounds like a good plan."
Donna smiles and wraps his head against her breasts, he rests his cheek there, his nose buried in her neck, and she moves over him, starts slow, considering that there are still a few minutes to his birthday and wants to keep it until midnight, and also she still feels sensitive after her orgasm. She gives him kisses down his forehead, enjoying his gentle moans. His hands clinging to her waist.
As midnight approaches and she feels her body allow her, she speeds up, still coining his head against her breasts with both hands, her fingers playing with the hair of his nape.
Harvey enjoys it completely, feeling her pussy fucking his cock, his hands holding him so fondly, the beats of her heart under his ear, and that perfume enveloping him. It is too much to not feel a discharge of pleasure forming in his body.
"I want to feel it all, Harvey," she mutters in his ear, and that's all Harvey needs to break free within her. Pleasure hits him and he clings tighter to her body, as he feels his body navigating the waves of orgasm. One of Donna's hands goes down his spine, reaching his waist and dragging her fingers there, knowing how much he enjoys that feeling, while the other crawls in his head. She keeps clinging to his body. "Happy birthday," she whispers when she sees the clock marking midnight, feeling how he spills inside her.
Harvey chuckles. "If it has started like this, I don't doubt that it will be happy."
Donna giggles as well and they hug even tighter, staying completely still and clinging to each other for a few moments. When she feels him more relaxed, she whispers the happy birthday song in his ear and he just enjoys it, letting himself be completely wrapped in her. Their bodies foolishly swing. When she finishes, he separates enough from her to be able to pose his lips against hers.
"You are the perfect gift for this birthday and every single one." She smiles, and he kisses her sweetly, making her fall against the bed, still buried in her body. Harvey falls on her, his weight falling on her, his face back on her neck. Donna wraps him with her legs at his waist and her arms at his back, while her fingers caress his skin, following no predetermined path. He purrs on her neck and that makes her smile.
"I love you so much." She murmurs, filling his forehead with kisses. "I want you to have a very happy year full of good times."
He grins. "If it includes sex and then snuggling up, there will be many good times, for sure."
She chuckles and kisses his crown. "I promise."
He smiles and kisses her neck. "I love you so much." He sighs and breathes deeply. "Stay here for a while, please."
"Life long." She responds and closes her eyes with a smile.
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