tongue (m-rated)

She looked up at him, aroused and enamored, and said "Would you please just shut up and kiss me?"

So he did, teasing her lips, brushing whisper soft kisses across them until she lifted herself up and pressed her lips firmly to his. Her tongue licked his lips insistently, seeking entrance. When he parted them slightly, she pulled him closer, drawing his bottom lip into her mouth eliciting a deep groan from him.

They dueled for a moment, Donna lifting her body from the bed, trying to get closer to him, but Harvey was holding his ground. Unable to move him into doing what she wanted, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

As he leaned over her, kissing her tenderly, she slid her hand between them and began to caress her breasts.

Harvey immediately realized what she was doing, and pulled away to watch in awe. Her fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples and she said, "Touch me, Harvey. Don't you want to touch me?"

Still watching intently, he murmured, "In a minute," unable to tear his eyes away from her. Donna drew her nails lightly across the satin, and she smiled, eyes full of lust, and said, "Feels so good."

He splayed his hands across her belly, but did not interrupt her busy fingers. She felt his length twitching against her, and lifted her hips in response.

"Come on, Harvey," she pressed. "Don't make me go there without you," she said as she slowly slid her hand down her hip, his hand immediately grabbing her in his grasp.

"Do you trust me?" he asked in that gravely voice.

"Yes," she responded quickly.

"I'll take you there," he promised. "Just trust me, okay?"

"Okay," she nodded, bewildered.

"Relax," he said softly. "Don't rush it."

"But I want—" she started, before he cut her off with a kiss.

"I want, too—" he whispered. "Trust me," he said as he pressed kisses to her throat.

He was going to kill her, but at least she'd die happy.