Tada! Somehow I am back in a timely manner for once.

For those asking, the very first part was listed under "Late Night Talks and Fateful Texts". So if you click my author profile you can find it there.

Without further ado, here's the part you've been asking for! It's pretty explicit so if that's not your thing feel free to look away! Otherwise hope you enjoy! Leave a review if you feel so inclined.


"It's your choice," he murmurs, and fuck, he's so close she swears she can taste his words.

She feels the last shred of common sense float away from her body as she closes the distance between them and gives into what she's wanted for a majority of her adult life: Harvey Specter, cocky, annoying, too damn good of a lawyer, and still the only person she could never get enough of.

The kiss is electric, and Donna immediately shivers in anticipation of just how high he's going to take her in the pursuit of pleasure, considering they've only kissed and she's already wet enough to have him slide smoothly into her.

There's no time to be modest, because the minute she makes the decision to take the plunge, Harvey's quick to wrap an arm around her waist to pull her closer, and she can barely contain herself when she feels his prominent bulge rub against the insides of her thighs.

He keeps kissing her, exploring all that she has to offer intently. It isn't long before she's hooked on the feeling, but figures it's only natural considering how long she's waited to be swept off her feet by him again.

When the air between them runs out, he reluctantly pulls back from her to catch his breath. As she hears him whisper "fucking finally," and notices his eyes are now firmly locked on her heaving chest, she decides it's her final breaking point.

"Take me to bed," Donna commands. She's held back long enough.

"God, yes," he groans, clearly elated he had her full permission now. He spins her around so her back is to his chest, and his hands roam up her sides. "How badly do you want me?"

It's an insufferable question, really, but even in her haze she can recognize how genuine Harvey is about this first round being all about getting her off- he's trying to gauge how far she wants him to take things.

And with that realization, Donna decided she's done being nonchalant. For once in her life, she should get what she actually wants, and that's to be the center of his attention while he thoroughly fucks her.

"The less I'm able to walk after this, the better," she decides to say, and it's apparently the only instruction he needs before he's growling and unzipping her dress all the way down to her ass. She might be turned around, but she still doesn't miss how his eyes fixate first at her matching red lingerie.

"Fuck, Donna, you really have no idea what you do to me, huh?"

"How the hell was I supposed to when I just found out two minutes ago that you've been wanting more?"

"You're telling me, that you always wear these dresses to work," his hands move towards her chest and she almost whimpers as she feels his hands graze past her nipples,

"with these plunging necklines that display some of your best assets," he grabs hold of her breasts now and lightly squeezes the soft flesh to emphasis his point,

"and you really don't think it brings me back to when I was sucking whipped cream off your breasts during The Other Time?" Harvey's gently kneading her breasts now, boxing her in, and to top it all off, he dips her head between the crevice of her neck and begins to suck at her skin.

"I wear, what I wear, for— myself," she barely pants, overcome with the sensations he's dealing her.

"Maybe I believe it, but still it didn't stop me from fantasizing about ripping every single piece off," he's thrusting his clothed length against her ass, now only covered by her thong. "And now I'm the lucky bastard that gets to."

Donna's in the middle of holding back a loud moan when she feels him suddenly pull down the rest of her dress so that her underwear is all that's left. Before she can react to the action, he's spun her around to face him again before he backs her into the bed and they both tumble onto the mattress.

Harvey immediately slots their hips together and her eyes roll back to the back of her head when she feels him grazing her center. He kisses her again, and she opens up to him immediately which he must really like when she feels his cock twitch. His hand travels down to her ass, and she can't help but pull on his hair when she feels him grabbing her cheeks and spreading them apart.

"Clothes off," she pants, increasingly frustrated that she's stripped down yet still hasn't seen any part of him.

"As you desire," he cheekily responds, but rather than strip himself he pulls down the cups of her bra to reveal her breasts to his hungry gaze.

"Christ have I missed these," he almost moans, palming both globes unashamedly. "You truly have amazing tits, Donna,"

It's a weird feeling, to be extremely frustrated while also being incredibly turned on. She grabs his wrists as he continues groping her breasts in an effort to redirect focus back to him but to no avail. When he starts kneading more intensely, she forgets whether she's trying to get him to stop or keep going.

"That's - that's not what I meant," she tries, but Harvey doesn't relent, deciding to pluck at her nipples instead.

He still makes no move to take off his own clothing, only pushes himself down a bit further to take one of her stiffened peaks into his mouth. His hand moves away from her breast, and travels down to her panties. In one swift motion, Harvey follows up with "oh sorry, is this what you meant?" before he tears the lace apart. She can barely hear the fabric ripping as she cries out in pleasure.

It's all too much, but he clearly isn't done when she feels his hand on her inner thigh, clearly prepared for another mission. His touch alone is enough to catapult her into another dimension, but after waiting so long she wants nothing more than for them to be joined when it happens.

She remembered Harvey was good in bed, but holy fuck, three minutes in and she's one feather light touch from forgetting her own name.

"Harvey, wait... I don't want to come yet," she whimpers, bordering on the precipice.

She watches as his eyes darken at her confession, clearly able to distinguish what she really means.

"Miss Donna Paulsen," he teases, "what would our clients think when you're all business at the office but in reality, you're preoccupied thinking about being filled by my cock?"

Jesus, that's filthy, crosses her mind, but by the way her hips writhe against the bed against her own will, she knows it's just what she needs.

"Actually I think more about your abs so-" Tired of his games, she reaches up and pulls as hard as she can, immediately rewarded with sounds of the fabric ripping and the buttons subsequently bouncing onto the floor.

She smirks at his stunned smile, proud she was defending her own ability to play the game to his level.

"Donna, that was Ferragamo," he exclaims in mock astonishment.

"And that," she gestures to the scrap of fabric strewn right next to her, "was La Perla."

His boyish grin returns immediately. "Call it even?"

"Pants. Boxers. Off. And then we can talk."

Harvey backs up off the bed, and she almost swoons seeing how much he's tented by now. Without breaking eye contact with her, he slowly loosens his belt buckle, making sure to flex his arms so that she could appreciate his arm muscles.

The damn bastard was taking his sweet time and giving her a show all at once. She has to bite her lip when he pops off the button of his trousers, and she swears he takes a million years to pull the zipper down. Eventually, he runs out of distractions, and he's shimmying his hips and freeing his legs from his pants and boxers until she's finally met with the glorious sight of his length once again.

She can't help ogling. It just looks so fucking perfect. When he steps out of his clothing, she's hypnotized watching him bounce.

"Doesn't look like you're all too focused on the abs Donna, " he smirks again, but she's still too taken aback to answer. He takes the opportunity to pounce on her, now that they're both on the same playing field.

Harvey covers her body with his and uses his arms to pin her wrists above her head. She inches closer to delirium when he brushes against her heat just once, this time skin on skin.

"Still wanna talk?" he asks, nipping down the column of her throat as he keeps her hands in place and continues teasing her slit.

"Ah— fuck," Donna can't help but shut her eyes and throw her head back as his mouth finds his way back to her nipples. "Harvey, please—"

"Please what?" he asks, before paying attention to her other breast.

"You're so annoying," she whines, having no patience left. "Maybe I should get the guy downstairs instead since you're clearly set on taking your sweet time,"

"Not a chance," he quips back, gripping her wrists, suddenly serious. "If you think I'm ever going to share, you've got another thing coming,"

"Then why the hell are you taking so long?"

"Seven years, Donna." He stops to look at her with such a poignant stare that she's suddenly forgotten about her chase for an orgasm. "Maybe I'm just savoring a moment I'd never thought I'd have again,"

For the millionth time, Harvey's sincerity renders her speechless. He's been brazen with her all afternoon, clearly not afraid of holding back, but somehow he's still adamant that he wants more than an afternoon delight.

"Well- okay then," she stammers, not sure how to respond. She's starting to think she was crazy for ever doubting that Harvey didn't want or see her like that, because it's obviously not the case. "Could you maybe, uh, speed things up a little then?"

His reverie breaks and he chuckles at that. "You know you're just way too beautiful for your own good, right?"

Harvey bends down to kiss her once more, never letting go of her wrists. She's absolutely obsessed with the sensation, as if she's giving him everything and he's more than willing to take it all.

He maneuvers one hand to hold both of hers as his other traces down her body before stopping at her clitoris. When she feels his fingers start to rub tiny circles on her skin, she's arching her back and fighting against his strong grip.

"Fuck, you're drenched," he comments, clenching his jaw. "Can't believe this is all for me," It's not even a question at this time, so she sees no point in refuting it.

"Please, I'm so close-," she begs.

Finally, finally, Harvey guides his length and pushes into her gently with a groan. She's so wet that he easily slides deeper and deeper into her until he bottoms out in one go.

"Fuck, Harvey, I forgot how good you feel," she cries out.

"Yes, baby, yes," he chants, before pulling out and thrusting deep into her core. "God, you're even tighter and warmer than I remembered," he murmurs into her neck, immediately lost in the feeling of her walls surrounding him. "I can't believe we waited this long...why'd you have to have that stupid rule?"

In this moment, overwhelmed with how glorious he feels inside her, she doesn't know why either. "Trust me, I wanted to break it just as much as you did," is what she offers.

"Then why didn't you," he demands from her.

"Let's just say," Donna gasps in between her sentences as Harvey pulls out of her completely before sliding himself back in, "I have an Olympic medal in self restraint," she finishes.

"Settle for silver, because the gold's definitely mine," Harvey grunts in response as he starts picking up his pace with his hips. "Do you know what it's like to already know how fucking amazing you feel and pretend like I dont think about it all... the... time?" he grits out, adding emphasis with his hips.

"Harvey-" she breathes out.

"And Jesus, the way you moan my name," he continues, fully on a roll now. "It's like you're begging to be dreamed about,"

"You- you've dreamed about me?" she chokes out, resisting the urge of another whimper as he starts picking up his pace.

"All the time, everywhere," he says with a tone that doesn't leave much for further discussion. He's done talking, now he just wants to watch and feel.

Harvey hooks one of her knees over his hip, opening her up so he can dive in deeper and harder. Donna can't help but moan even louder when he angles his erection just so, and for self-preservation she tries to bite her lip, well aware they weren't the only ones in the building.

She's caught off guard when Harvey's large hand immediately moves to part her lips.

"I booked this hotel for a reason, Donna," eyes boring into her. "The walls are extra thick so I wanna hear you scream,"

"Oh my god, Harvey-"

"God yes, just like that," he moans. "You're so fucking hot, Donna, I have no idea how I kept my hands off of you for so long when I could literally stay buried in you forever,"

Donna doesn't know how he does it, but the way Harvey thrusts into her makes her incapable of thinking about anything except how he's been the only one who can make her feel so good. With her body trapped under his, arms still pinned above her and breasts bouncing which each hard shove of his cock, the sex is beyond her wildest dreams.

She realizes then, that he's going to make her come harder than she's ever had before with the combination of his cock slamming into her and the confessions he's so willingly giving out today. The thought briefly terrifies her, but she makes the conscious decision to let go because there's one thing she's sure of, and that's Harvey never letting anything happen to her.

So when Harvey suddenly pulls out and effortlessly flips her onto her hands and knees, it only takes three deep strokes from her new position before she shatters, making good use of the hotel room by screaming his name and clenching her walls against him. He rides her roughly through her orgasm, pumping into her desperately before he grabs at her hips and ass and comes right after.

Donna collapses onto the bed, pulling Harvey with her. They stay like that for a while, him on top of her, staying sheathed inside her because they couldn't deal with being apart in the moment.

The room is filled with their desperate gasps for breath as they both try to regulate their heartbeat.

She's almost scared that somehow, everything was too good to be true, that during this entire exchange, they had all been under some freak spell that had just been broken after their mind-blowing orgasms. That is, until she hears Harvey,

"Well, I certainly can't wait to do that every day for the rest of our lives,"

She laughs in pure relief and leans over to kiss him, and thinks to herself that she can't believe they finally made it. She grabs her phone and snaps a picture of the two of them, sends it off to Rachel, and proceeds to climb him like a tree.


That's all, folks! Until next time!