Home
His nose was buried in her neck, running slowly up and now the column of her throat. Donna giggled softly at the slight tickle sensation he was creating.
"What are you doing?"
"Just breathing you in," Harvey murmured in reply, as though it was the most obvious thing ever.
She hummed in response, the sound vibrating against his touch.
"What do I smell like?" she asked, feeling him smile against her neck in response.
"Hmmm lots of things," he mumbled, pressing his lips to the base of her throat. "You smell like vanilla," he continued, sliding his tongue along her clavicle.
He kissed his way further down her chest, capturing a nipple with his lips. "Strawberries," he whispered, sucking the tight pink bud into his mouth.
Donna sighed, arching her back into his touch. Harvey trailed his fingers slowly up her inner thigh, dipping in at her entrance, circling around the pooling heat.
"You smell like me," he exhaled, pressing kisses along her jawline, the edge of her mouth. He settled his body on top of hers, sliding inside her with a soft groan.
"You smell," he whispered against her lips, "like home."