December 15th

She has been driving him crazy all day. After not having any time for intimacy this morning because they both had to be at the firm early, his craving for her had not even begun to be satisfied.

And then this dress. He had only noticed it when she was passing the hallway in front of his office for the first time that day. The fabric so tight, perfectly hugging all her delicious curves, the burgundy red perfectly accentuating her hair and eye color. He couldn't take his eyes off her inviting cleavage in the partner meeting. Even though it was lavish, only just business appropriate, it yet was not wide enough for his personal taste. She must have noticed him staring because her gaze bored into him deeply at every given opportunity, sending shivers of anticipation down his spine.

As she walked away from him in the hallway after that meeting, rushing to her next appointment, he couldn't resist staring at her perfect ass in that goddamn tight dress for a little too long. He could have sworn she put an extra sway into her walk. God, how he would have loved to lay her right there on the spot.

But for the time being it had to stay with thoughts and glances and an innocent touch or two in passing. They both had such a busy schedule that they didn't really have time for each other until the evening. And then of all things it also was the day of their weekly dinner date. He had seriously considered skipping dinner and going straight home with her, because his pants were literally about to burst. But he knew she loved these dinners together. And if he was honest, he loved them too. So he thought he would somehow make it through this date. And he could still devour her to his heart's content afterward.

But the date was anything but conducive to keep himself in check, full of bantering and teasing, hungry glimpses and touches on and under the table. The tension between them was so charged that it could hardly be invisible to others.

He doesn't remember how they managed to get home without first disappearing into the restaurant's bathroom together or jumping on each other in the cab. But now they're here, and as soon as the door to his condo shuts close behind them, he's already pressing her against the wall and pushing up her dress and she's fiddling with his belt, completely distracted by his hungry kisses but eventually she makes it and he takes her against the wall like there's no tomorrow, until the glasses in the cupboards start clinking and they both cry out loud in sheer relief of their final releases.

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They are still standing on the wall next to the front door as they take their time to come down from their highs, lazily kissing as their hands roam along each other's body, adjusting the disheveled clothes.

Harvey pulls back a little and finds her gaze, couldn't help but grin at her like a fool. "Fuck, I love you so much" he mumbles against her lips and she whispers "I love you too, Harvey. So m...", the last syllable already swallowed by their next kiss. When they are both about to run out of air they break the kiss and Harvey states "Didn't even think about the advent calendar today.".

"Mh well, now you mention it ..." Donna retorts amusedly, "I'd kinda like to find out what it holds today."

"Yeah?" comes Harveys reply, busy nibbling her earlobe.

"I need to pee anyway – I'll be right back okay?".

As Donna heads to the bathroom Harvey collects their carelessly discarded coats and jacket from the floor and arranges them in the wardrobe. He gets rid of his tie, rolls up his sleeves and directs to the kitchen to pour them both a drink, fully aware that date night is not over yet.

Donna returns after a few minutes and joins Harvey in the kitchen. She wraps his arms around him from behind, snuggling up to his back. She caresses his chest and abdomen casually and mumbles "I love you like that". "Like what?" Harvey wants to know and turns around in her embrace to face her. His hands grab her waist and pull her closer to him. "Like that." she emphasizes, "Rolled up sleeves, top buttons open, domestically rummaging in the kitchen …". Her eyes find his and she leans in for a chaste kiss, getting a low mhhh from him as a response.

"Now tell me what was in the advent calendar door." he challenges after pulling back slightly.

"You'll like it" Donna states as she hands him the small box and reaches for the scotch glass on the counter to take a sip.

He unpacks two small pink silicone sleeves, one with grooves, the other with nubs. "These are not for my penis, are they?" he asks incredulously and Donna snickers. "No. They are indeed stretchy, but not that much at all." Now its on Harvey to chuckle. "Good, so I put them over my finger? Yeah, I do like that." he retorts, searching her gaze. "Are you saying you want to try it?" Donna challenges. "Are you kidding? Lie down there!" Harvey states, pointing to the couch. Never would Harvey Specter turn down an offer to devote himself to Donna Paulsen's pussy.

Instead of directly approaching the couch, Donna closes the small gap between them and kisses him seductively as she reaches for the two glasses on the counter behind him. She breaks the kiss and heads over to the couch. Throwing him a tantalizing look over her shoulders she asks "Are you coming?", and Harvey starts moving.

She makes herself comfortable on the couch and lures him with a finger. Joining her, he leans his body over hers and they just kiss for a while, tentative and slow at first but soon getting more lustfully. As his hands move under her dress Harvey pulls back slightly. Their eyes are glued to each other and he pulls off her panties, tossing them aside, pushing up the fabric of her dress. He shifts so that he is facing her core and starts to indulge her – still or yet again – wet folds and clit with his tongue.

It's not long before her moans grow louder and she arches her back into him, one hand tangled in his hair. Harvey takes that as a sign to make use of the covers and so he reaches for them on the coffee table and asks "Which one first?".

"This one", Donna states, pointing to the one with the grooves.

Slipping it over his index finger he makes sure that it fits tight and lowers between her legs again. He starts to penetrate her slowly and recognizes Donna letting her head sink into the pillow, obviously enjoying the sensation. Harveys finger disappears into her core completely and he starts thrusting in and out, careful to constantly brush her front wall. His gaze darts back and forth between Donna's mound and face, intent on watching his own movements and not willing to miss her reaction at the same time. "Is it good?" he asks and Donna hums in response. "Yeah, so good." He keeps going for a while, starting to tease her clit with his tongue again, until she murmurs "Try the other one.".

He pulls his finger out and places the other, more interesting for his liking, sleeve onto his finger. This time he starts circling her clit with the nubs and Donna whimpers, obviously savoring it. So he increases the pressure and teases her clit for some minutes, carefully watching her expressions. "Oh god" she pants, confirming what Harvey guessed already – that she is quite close. For now he decides to concentrate on her entrance again. His covered finger glides into her easily and she gasps as he starts fucking her with it, slowly at first, giving her some time to get used to the unfamiliar feeling, but quickly increasing the pace.

"Add a second finger" Donna whimpers and Harvey obeys, adding his bare middle finger to fuck her harder, his fingers curled, eager to stimulate all the right spots. He lets his thumb rub over her clit simultaneously to his thrusts and it elicits a loud moan from Donna, follow by a "God yes, just like that.".

Not having enough yet, Harvey lowers his face again and replaces his thumb with his tongue, starting to suck on her pulsating bud, alternately flicking over it with his tongue. His hand continues to thrust forward, the gathered wetness causing a smacking sound. His other hand rests on her hip bones until Donna reaches for it, intertwining her fingers with his, clutching tightly in search for stability.

And suddenly she's bursting, hot liquid squirting towards Harvey and she is really loud now, crying out her pleasure. Her legs are trembling, her whole body is shaking and her hips buck erratically, making it hard for Harveys mouth to stay connected to her soaked clit. But her free hand reaches for his hair, tightening the grip, pressing him harder against her and with his name on her lips she finally lets go completely, sinking back into the couch, still panting heavily.

Harveys face, her legs and the couch – everything is dripping with her liquid. He can't get his smug grin off his face, quite proud of having her get there. He caresses her still quivering legs and gets up from the couch. "I think leather was a good choice for this couch." he says with an alluring voice, heading to the kitchen to get some cloth to wipe away the liquid.

As he returns, Donna is sipping on her glass, legs still apart. She smiles up at him, spent but pleased, reaching for his arm to pull him down for a kiss. Her hand wanders determinedly down to the big bulge in his pants and he smirks into the kiss. "You're insatiable, aren't you?" he states as he pulls back and Donna simply nods, adding "For you always.". Harvey hums but straightens anyway, saying softly "Let me clean that up first." and she smiles at him reassuringly, waiting for him to join her again.