peak (m-rated)

"Fuck," she hissed between her teeth. He slid his hand down over her stomach, as he traced the outline of her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He blew gently on the rigid peak and then pulled her into his mouth as he slid his hand down further, cupping her sex fully. She groaned and started gyrating shamelessly against his hand.

"So hot," he murmured as he pressed his open mouth to her stomach. "I can feel how hot you are." The heat of her arousal searing his fingers as they pressed against her.

"I would think about you," she whispered.

"Oh, God," Harvey said as he tore at her silk pajama pants, refusing to relinquish his hold on her just yet.

"I would think about you," she repeated. "I would think about you coming over here. I would think about you touching me. Kissing me," she said breathlessly.

"Fuck, Donna," He said desperately as he pressed his fingers against her harder, wishing he could tear through the the layers to get at her. He fought with the material, jerking it down clumsily as she rode his hand.

"I wanted you. I wanted you to come over. I wanted you," she continued, lost in a haze. Harvey's eyes widened as he absorbed her words, wondering yet again why he waited so long to see her like this again. Donna wet her dry lips. "You, Harvey, just you."

"Me," he answered as he pressed the heel of his hand to her mound, watching in awe as she ground against him completely out of control.

He began to lift his hand from between her legs, but Donna grabbed his arm and held him there, wrapping both hands around his wrist. Soft moans fell from her mouth, expelling in puffs of air punctuated with only the whimpers caught at the back of her throat. He stared down at her, his lips parted as he watched her peak.

"Oh my God," he whispered as she moaned his name. A slow smile spread across her face as she opened her eyes and peered up at him, too satisfied and smug to feel any hint of embarrassment.