I woke up with this in my head and just had to write it down. I stole the location of their new condo from Luisa's fic Wide Open. Hope she doesn't mind.
Their first weeks in Seattle were tough. The challenges of finding an apartment, moving in, settling into the firm and their new jobs, getting to know bunches of colleagues and clients, checking out the city and its cultural and culinary scene were a lot and it took them quite some time to find their places in their new home, in their new life.
The long, busy days usually left them completely drained and they fell into bed as soon as they entered their loft in Upper Queen Anne. Sex was simply nothing to be thought of much these days.
Well, they were both indeed thinking about it a lot, their lack of time and increasing exhaustion just didn't allow them to go any further than that on most days.
Every now and then there was a quicky during a shared shower in the morning or a desperate round of lovemaking on the couch before they went to bed late in the evening. And sometimes, when their desire for each other simply got too much to handle, they had even stolen away for an hour during their lunch break once or twice.
But, truth be told, these first weeks of adjusting to their new surroundings were not at all satisfying in terms of quality time and sex for both of them. Unlike planned, they had by no means inaugurated all the places and corners of their new, spacious condo yet. They just could not maintain their usual frequency.
At least it was not due to the lack of affection or desire for each other. In fact, it was quite the opposite and that's what made it so difficult. So when after a few weeks everything had finally calmed down a bit and something like everyday life slowly set in, they both felt very relieved. By now, the stress of the first weeks had subsided somewhat, even if it still felt anything but normal.
Today was one of the few evenings so far when they could both manage to get home early and cook dinner together. Admittedly, Harvey did most of the actual cooking. Donna just kept him company and assisted him a bit as she updated him with the newest office gossip she heard from her secretary this morning.
Dinner is already eaten, but they are still sitting at the table, chatting about anything and everything and sipping from their wine glasses from time to time.
When Harvey notices Donna's foot bumping against his leg under the table for the first time, he thinks it was just by accident. Even when it happens again just a few seconds later, he doesn't really pay attention to it. It's only when her foot starts to slowly move up and down his calf that he gets an idea of what this is supposed to be.
He suppresses a smirk as he senses warmth and anticipation flooding his body. He decides to play along a little and just continues with the conversation.
He doesn't miss the change in her gaze though. She is not the only one who can read him like an open book, although it took him a little longer to learn it. Her eyes get darker and her look on him intensifies, gets more challenging and enticing. He stares back at her and keeps trying to look unimpressed, but it's getting more and more difficult as she moves her body closer to the table and lets her foot travel up to his knee and further forward along his thigh, all the way towards his center, and that's when he just has to stop talking.
Heat coils in his groin and he can feel his cheeks flush under her ministrations. His mouth forms his signature grin as his eyes bore into hers and he sighs a strangled "Donna.",
lowering his gaze to the surface of the table, trying to steady himself.
"Yes?", she asks huskily, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
She turns him the fuck on, all demanding and tempting, showing him exactly what she wants. This woman will be the death of him and any attempt to stay cool is wasted now and he knows it just as much as she does.
Her foot has reached his center and massages his soft length in measured circles as the heel of her shoe pokes into his balls. Harvey can no longer pretend that he is unaffected by what's happening, his dick twitching in anticipation as it starts to grow in his pants. He can't fight the tingling in his body anymore and sinks back against the backrest of the chair with a sigh.
Donna grins. It always gives her extreme satisfaction to witness how quickly she can transform the mighty Harvey Specter into a bundle of need, completely devoted to her. He's a proud, strong, and independent alpha male and he would never let anyone have such power over him as Donna has. And she loves that, just as much as she loves to submit to his power over her. She likes these power struggles, ther mutual attraction and dedication.
And Harvey? He loves it just as much. Donna is able to drive him completely crazy, always has been, always will be. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
Donna continues her treatment for a while, never taking her eyes off of his, until their breathing is getting heavier and she can feel his rock hard member pressing firmly against her foot.
She slides a bit backward with her chair then, stands up and rounds the table to approach him. His wanting eyes follow her every movement as he also moves his chair back a bit to make space for her. She settles onto his lap, legs wide apart, and she starts kissing him. Slowly, restrainedly at first, but as his hands grip her waist firmly and his hungry tongue begs for entrance into her mouth the kissing gets deeper and wilder soon.
She is quick to loosen his tie and drops it carelessly to the floor, already busy unbuttoning his shirt. Her hips start to move in slow circles, encouraged by his strong hands on her. He just manages to take off her blouse but he doesn't get any further, because she gets up from his lap and kneels down in front of him.
Without any time for Harvey to complain about the loss of contact, she settles between his legs and starts to open his belt with skillful hands, unzips his pants and pulls them down, followed by his boxers, to free his greedy dick. He greets her with a heavy twitch and she licks her lips in anticipation.
His eyes don't miss a single action and as her tongue meets the tip of his cock he hisses and his head falls back as she begins to circle her tongue around the head and through the small slit, tasting the precum that's already appearing. She elicits low groans and grunts as she goes down on him, working his cock with lips and hands until she has him quite on edge.
But that's when he stops her movements by softly reaching for her cheek, a strangled "I want more" on his lips.
He gets up from the chair and pulls her up with him, lifting her onto the table behind her in one swift motion. She immediately crosses her ankles behind his butt and brings him closer to her. He lets his hands run along her thighs and pushes up the fabric of her pencil skirt. His hand reaches between her legs and peels her panties aside, just to find her oh so wet and ready for him.
In slow circles, his thumb rubs over her clit and that has her whimpering and arching her back in seek of more friction almost instantly. He leaves a trail of kisses on her throat until he finds her lips and lets his tongue slide against hers, both humming in pleasure.
Eventually, he lets go of her center to pull the panties down her legs and show her what kind of more he was referring to. He gives his lengths a few firm strokes before he leads it to her entrance. Accompanied by a long sigh from both of them he sinks deeper and deeper into her, stretching her to the maximum.
They share one more deep kiss, but her forcefully pressing ankles urge him to start moving. Slow, measured thrusts soon turn into rough fucking, causing Donna's high heels to drop to the floor, not able to withstand the sweeping movements anymore. She claws to his strong back and moans into his ear as he holds her firmly in place.
But after some minutes Harvey slows down and searches for Donna's lips once more, who kisses him back but tightens the grip on his back at the same time and murmurs "More Harvey, fuck me harder," against his lips.
He groans on her rough and demanding voice and picks up the pace again but after just a handful of thrusts his forehead sinks against hers, dark eyes under heavy eyelids boring into her. "I can't," he pants, "I need …"
"It's okay Harvey," she intervenes, squeezing his buttcheeks, "Come on."
Right now, she couldn't care less if she's coming or not, she just needs to be fucked hard and deep, needs to release all the tension that's been building up in her body over the last weeks, needs to feel him in the purest sense of the word.
"Come for me, Harvey," she therefore groans as he tentatively resumes his movements. It has the desired effect on him because his grip on her tightens and he pulls her even closer to the edge of the table and lifts her knees a bit so that he can sink deeper. His thumb finds her clit again and flicks it in sync with his thrusts and she can tell by the look on his face and the sweat appearing on his forehead that he is trying really hard to take her with him. But she is not there yet, and so she urges him on instead by calling "Fill me with your cum, Harvey."
And that's it for him then, the mixture of his built-up arousal, the slapping sound of their connecting bodies and now her voluptuous words too much for him to handle any longer. He spills into her, hot and copious, accompanied by a whimper and then his body collapses against hers, his face finding its place in the crook of her neck where he breathes her in for the next few minutes. She simply strokes his back and holds him through the aftermaths of his orgasm, his dick still twitching languidly inside her.
It's not long before he catches his breath, lifts her up from the table and carries her to their bedroom. "Time to make you come, too," he whispers into her ear on the way and she giggles, utterly sure that he will keep his word. At the end of the night they will both have come twice and will fall asleep in each other's arms - even more exhausted than usual, but much happier, too.
