14.

Cookie


He wakes up feeling a weight on him. He's still under the haze of slumber, and he tries to slightly open his eyes, afraid that the morning light may slaughter his still sensitive eyes, but realizes it's still a bit dark. The next two things he notices are a delicious buzz in his groin and a Donna straddling his lap.

The moment he properly opens his eyes, she grinds her hips and a strangled groan leaves his mouth. His mind now quickly readjusts and he reaches his hands to her hips, pulls her down once again for more friction.

He's practically always the first one initiating. Not because she doesn't want him, he knows she does, but he's always, always itching for her skin, to touch and feel her, he's almost the first one to reach out. Almost.

But he loves it when Donna literally asks for it, because it means she's craving more than usual, and God how much he loves a horny Donna. He smirks at her in the faded light of the early morning.

"Someone's eager"

She just smiles back at him, and he sees awe in her eyes but a slight touch of evil in her expression.

"God you're so horny," she knows he loves this but he's never not gonna give her shit about it.

"Oh please, you know I am. What do you want, a cookie?"

He takes her hands in his, brings them to his neck until she's all laid on him, and he wraps his arms around her, swiftly turning them around and pinning her under him.

"No but I'd like some of this," he grinds into her purposefully and licks a nipple from above the slip she's got on. She feels the delicious weight of his member right against her center and his suck sends tickles, making her whole body hum in pleasure.

"Harvey," she breathes out and he pops up his head to look her in the eye.

"Fuck me, please..."

His dick twitches at her demand and he's diving right in, and fuck, he damn loves it when she's a little bit too on edge.