AN: Hey, motherfleckers! Today is an amazing day for me. I just handed my final term paper for the semester. Exhale. Which is why I reward you with this new chapter :-) JK, you would've gotten to read it anyway.

Thank you for your continued support for this little fic of mine. I'm glad you still enjoy it and I hope you will enjoy this one.

Massive thanks, as always, to Bella and Yvonne for their help with this chapter. This would suck without them, and I appreciate their thoughts a great deal (although it is always scary for me to share smut with beta readers...).

Without further ado:

On Fire

Harvey felt like his body was on fire. He had wanted Donna all day.

After having woken up from an intense sex dream in which Donna blew him after just having come on his cock — sans condom, hence licking her juices from his hardness — he had had nothing else on his mind for the rest iof the day. By the time he had woken up, she had already been gone because of a super early emergency meeting with Katrina about something.

He had barely seen her at work, only a glimpse here or there. They both were so busy that they hadn't been in the same room since this morning. But what he had seen of her — dear God, he couldn't believe how beautiful and hot she had looked. It was his own fault, really. He had been with her the previous Sunday to pick out her clothes for the week. He hadn't really considered what it meant to then watch her in those dresses all day when he knew exactly what lied underneath the layers of fabric. But that was only for the night. The nights belonged to them. During the day he had to pretend to be her colleague who definitely wasn't interested in her. Who certainly didn't want to sleep with her. Who wasn't sleeping with her. Who hadn't picked out the dress she wore that day the previous Sunday while he was in her apartment. A colleague who wasn't sharing his bed with her. Bed and the rest of his apartment with her.

Bed and his entire life with her.

In order to keep his hands busy at home while Donna was still finishing up some work before the weekend, he had decided to cook something. He had ordered some groceries as he left work, and they had been delivered just after he'd come home. He started with the tomatoes. Somehow it all was going back to tomatoes. Is it true about the tomatoes? It kind of was. There were few things he didn't associate with her. Tomatoes, red, Donna. And she was the object he mostly used in his fantasy to get off to.

It was one thing to theoretically think about her, but a whole other level of mind-fuck when he actually had access to her body. Why on earth had he told her to pick that specific dress? His body was on fire, he was picturing how he would take that dress off of her later. Kiss and lick every part of her body. Pull her hair to reveal her long neck so he could feast on the delicate skin.

And those thoughts were triggered on a day that followed the night during which they had had the best sex of their thirty day experiment. And a week with sex every night in general.

On Monday night, he brought her to orgasm twice with just his mouth before he let her ride him, driving them both insane with the circular movements of her hips.

On Tuesday, he spooned her while incessantly rubbing her clit, biting her shoulder and squeezing her tits as he came.

On Wednesday, they were both too tired at first, deciding to watch TV on the couch. This led to some heavy petting under the blanket. She jerked him off, and he thanked her by eating her pussy until his cock was hard again. He fucked her on the couch then, nearly knocking over their whiskey tumblers on the coffee table.

But the best sex of the week so far — to him — was the night before. Thursday. Donna had gotten home before him and had quickly jumped under the shower when she had arrived at his place. Harvey had gotten home the moment she had been walking through his bedroom naked, her body still wet. He had wasted no time crossing the distance to her, and quickly had his tongue in her mouth and his hands all over her damp skin. He had fucked her against the bedroom window that night, her legs crossed behind his back, her tits crashing against his chest, and her clit rubbing against his pubic bone.

He was getting half-hard just thinking about it.

He heard her key in the lock and wiped his hands on the kitchen towel next to him. She had barely rounded the corner and spotted him in the kitchen when she felt him pressed up against her, his hand behind her head pulling her close to him as he attacked her mouth.

"I've wanted you all day. God, I want you so much," he confessed in between kisses.

After a moment of surprise, Donna melted into their kiss and soon moaned in response, wrapping her hands around his neck and sucking his tongue into her mouth.

Harvey responded by picking her up and putting her on the kitchen counter, swiftly moving the cutting board out of their way. He took her hand to put it on his hard cock, making Donna utter a surprised Oh. His hands found her breasts, and she hissed. She offered him her neck. He didn't hesitate to help himself to the alluring skin behind her ear. His hands moved lower and lower, and suddenly he felt her flinch.

Donna pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "Harvey..."

"What? Everything OK?" he asked her worriedly.

She swallowed. "Yeah, it's just... I got my period today."

"Oh."

He sounded disappointed. But he quickly recovered and gave her an apologetic smile. "That's OK. We can still kiss, right?"

She smiled back. He looked adorable in that moment. "Yeah, we can kiss. But we can also maybe eat first? I'm starving."

Donna jumped down from the counter and followed the heavenly scent that was wafting through the apartment.

"And what might that be?" she asked him curiously as she stood in front of the oven.

"Grandma Amato's tomato sauce."

"Oven-baked?"

"Hm. It's the best. I'm making spaghetti and meatballs. Well, technically linguine and mini-meatballs. I like linguine better."

"Sounds good. Let me get changed quickly, OK?"

When she had disappeared in the guest room, Harvey looked down on himself, his tenting pants a reminder of his arousal from just a minute ago. He couldn't say that he wasn't disappointed, but Harvey also knew that he was more than capable of abstaining for a couple of days. Previous to their thirty day arrangement, he had practically been living like a monk. How he could handle the challenge while having her in his bed would remain to be seen.

Trying to ignore his erection, he focused his attention back on their dinner. He prepared the meatballs and threw them in a frying pan while boiling some water for the pasta.

Over dinner, they exchanged the headlines of their respective days.

"You know," Donna said, "Just because I can't have sex at the moment doesn't mean you can't have sex."

"Donna..." he dismissed her.

"What? My vagina is off the menu for a couple days, but it doesn't mean we can't do stuff," she suggested as she was stuffing her mouth with another one of the delicious mini-meatballs.

"It's fine. I can manage for a couple days."

"You almost fucked me before I was through the door."

He stayed silent for a while, gathering his thoughts. Yes, he wanted her. But at the same time he did not want to not come across as a testosterone-laden idiot who had trouble waiting his turn. He could wait, right? He'd done it before. For twelve-and-half or maybe thirteen years. He'd much rather be with her, watch her react to his ministrations, make her moan his name.

"But I want it to be mutual, Donna."

Her heart soared. Could he be any cuter and more thoughtful? She gave in to the urge to gently touch his cheek. "All right. We'll wait."

They finished their meal and didn't stay up much longer.

He warmed up her heating pad before they went to bed. She fell asleep in the fetal position after moaning for half an hour when her cramps hit.

Two nights later, Donna woke up at two in the morning. She went to the bathroom and upon her return, she saw that the other side of the bed was empty. She went to look and found him on the balcony, standing near the railing and looking at the skyline.

"Harvey," she said, her voice thick with sleep.

He turned around. "Everything OK?"

"Yeah, I just had to pee. Why are you up so late?" she asked and stood next to him. It was a warm summer night, and Donna enjoyed the gentle breeze on her bare legs. She touched his back with her hand, rubbing gentle circles on the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

"Couldn't sleep."

"I can see that."

They stayed silent for a while. Donna broke the silence. "Listen, I can imagine why you can't sleep. We've been doing this for a couple of weeks, and as you well know, the body gets used to a workout. Now it's been the third night where we abstained, so your body isn't tired. I know you said you want it to be mutual, but why don't you let me take care of you?"

"Donna..."

"Please? It's not like I get nothing out of a blowjob," she offered. He stayed silent for a moment. Her voice sounded sexy and raspy, her cramps long forgotten. "Do you want me to beg?"

"No."

She kissed him then, and he let her. She ran her tongue over the seam of his mouth, tickling him before she pushed past the lips, hoping he'd grant her access to his mouth. He sighed when he felt their tongues touch, opening his mouth to her ministrations. He ran a hand down her side, the other gripping the back of her head through a curtain of hair. Feeling her pressed up against him, her breasts on his chest, the warmth of her breath on his face, he felt like he was in heaven. He still felt mildly bad for letting her seduce him when he'd do nothing rather than seduce her.

He knew she had a point. He'd gotten quite the workout from their nocturnal activities. But it had been his wandering mind that had kept him up that night. He had thought back to their negotiations, when her period had come up and she had suggested sleeping at her own apartment for those days. In retrospect, Harvey saw this as another sign for her overall reluctance to be with him. He read her as someone who didn't think he'd be boyfriend material. But all he had tried to show her was that he didn't want their arragement to be strictly physical.

Pushing those thoughts away for now, he closed his eyes and let her have her way with him.

Donna let her hands explore his body. His muscular arms, his broad shoulders, toned chest. She's had her share of handsome men, but after all those years of being surrounded by him, it still felt special to look at Harvey, especially up close. Her palms felt his firm ass. How she loved his ass. It was just the right amount of muscle. Her hands now tightened around his ass, pulling him ever closer to her, feeling his cock hardening against her front. The soft fabric of his sweatpants did little to hide his growing erection. She let one hand slip under the waistband and under his boxers. She felt the muscles of his lower belly under his skin, felt them flutter in anticipation before she moved her hand to the front where she closed her fingers around his cock. The sharp intake of air showed her his state of arousal.

She then used her other hand to push the garments over his hips and freed his cock from its confines. She gave him a final smack with her lips before she sank to her knees.

Harvey in a moment of presence of mind took a look around to see if anyone from the surrounding buildings would be able to see them. They might see Harvey's upper body, but Donna was safely tucked behind some cypresses to her left.

Her hand pumped him slowly in the moonlight, the plants around them screening them from unwanted glimpses. She licked the tip of his cock, circled it once, twice, three times before she took it into her warm mouth. Just the tip. Donna let the softness rub against her lips, coating it with saliva, all the while pumping him with her hand.

"Christ, Donna," she heard him hiss.

He was just gaping at her. Gaping at the beauty in front of him, unable to believe she would do that when she had no obligation to get him off. She was being gentle, building up his lust.

She licked him like an ice cream cone, hesitant at first. But after a while of just sucking his tip, she started exploring his shaft, licking away an imaginary drop of ice cream, chasing it with the tip of her tongue.

Harvey was nearly losing his mind. He fisted her hair, but didn't pull her face closer to him. Yet. He was trying to let her run the show for now. At the same time, he was incredibly impatient.

"Can I touch you?" he asked her.

"Yes."

He let her hair go and stroked down her shoulders, letting his palms explore her breasts. Once he felt her nipples harden, she was less gentle with his cock. She finally sucked all of him into her mouth. Or tried to. The tip hit her throat, and she grabbed his ass again to pull him even closer. He all but yelped in response and felt his heart beat faster than it had before. She had his skin tingle everywhere, goosebumps forming in reaction.

She quickly released his cock to get some air, but immediately sucked him back into her mouth. Her hand grabbed his balls as she tried to overstimulate him. She released him again, sucked him into her mouth. She set a quick pace, the exact opposite of the beginning. Donna hummed on the next downstroke, loved the feel of his cock hot and heavy in her mouth. She held him by the hips, pulling him forward as she sucked him.

After a while of her fast-paced motions, she stopped to take his balls into her mouth, gently running her tongue over them in her mouth.

"Fuck," she heard him say. "Just like that."

She then sucked on them individually, all the while stroking his cock in her fist. She released him completely then, looking up longingly into his dark eyes.

"Wanna fuck my mouth?" she asked sultrily.

"God yes," he replied involuntarily.

She took him back into her mouth and he took her head in both his hands. He fucked into her mouth with abandon, making it impossible for her to breathe, much less think. Her face was buried in his groin as he fucked deep into her throat. When she thought she might pass out, he pulled her by the hair, and she immediately gasped for air. A string of saliva still connected her to his thick manhood. Her tongue came out to circle his tip again, but he pushed her down his length before she could finish the task. He showed no mercy, and she was loving every second of it.

She had offered her mouth and he had every intention of using it the way he wanted. This time he held her down even longer, buried himself balls deep into her mouth.

Donna tried to get her breathing under control. She loved him taking control over her like that, longed to taste his orgasm.

Harvey released her again, and went back to fucking her mouth quickly. He knew he was close; could feel it in his belly.

"Suck on my balls," he ordered.

She greedily sucked on them; saw that he gripped his cock to pump himself. He tapped his tip against her lips soon, begging for entrance again, which she gladly granted.

She held him by the ass again, allowing him to fuck the cavern of her mouth in a fast pace. He now had her head in a firm grip, knowing he'd topple over the edge soon.

"Donna," he said with a warning tone.

She hummed around his length, rolling his balls in her palm. He shoved her face into his groin again, making her take all of him one final time before he came. This time he pulled out sooner than before, going back to the fast pace of fucking her face.

"Now," he announced, and filled her mouth with his essence.

She swallowed his orgasm and let him fuck her mouth at a much slower pace until he's come down from his high.

He then yanked her up and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Thank you," she replied, feeling satisfied and horny at the same time.

They went back to bed and cuddled up with each other, both falling into a deep and dreamless slumber.

Just a heads up: There won't be a new chapter next week. I'll take a little, but much needed, vacation next week and I don't want any chores or a to-do list. The next update will be in two weeks.

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