A/N: Thank you, Kelly (lifeslikethis), for the prompt and the trust, and Cassie (darveypainted on twitter) for the enthusiasm. Hope you like it :)
Donna thinks she'd never truly enjoyed blowjobs before.
It's not that she didn't like giving them - she's good at it, like with everything else she does, and she has always enjoyed making her partners feel good. But not all guys know how to receive blowjobs; some just thrust into your mouth unceremoniously, some don't groom enough, some don't make the necessary "dietary adjustments". She has never minded doing it because she's always picked good partners who at least make all the rest enjoyable, but that always felt more like protocol than actual sex for her.
But with Harvey, of course, everything is different.
And not just because he keeps everything very much in check. But because, in all her years doing that, she has never felt quite the same connection she feels with him. There's just something about looking up at him and finding his eyes filled with wonder and lust and love. Every single time it's special, as foreplay or as good morning or as quick relief when she really wants to do it all but they don't have time.
She's done it in the bedroom and in the shower and in the car and almost did it in his office, once, was right about to drop to her knees when she heard distant footsteps that told them they were not, in fact, alone as they had thought. And every single time, no matter the place or the context, Harvey looks down at her with those shiny eyes and, behind the darkness fuelled by desire, a mix of surprise and uncertainty, like he still can't quite believe she's about to suck him off.
But she does, and she loves it. She loves the silky feel of his skin between her lips, how warm and supple it is. She loves licking a trail up the underside of his shaft; wetting her lips and sliding the tip lightly over them; scraping her teeth softly against the ridge on the edge of the head.
She likes to start slow, focusing on the head and gradually making her way down, elongating each stroke until she's set a steady rhythm. She goes up and down and left to right, covering every inch she can reach and aiding with her hands.
She tries to be thorough, though she alternates moves so as not to make it repetitive. When they're getting each other in the mood, on one of their long nights together, she likes to leave sloppy, wet kisses up the sides of his cock, getting it slippery enough to eventually slide easily into her. When they're in a hurry, she bobs her head fast and flicks her tongue repeatedly against his slit as her hand fondles his balls gently. When she's feeling particularly dirty, she likes to take his hand and bring it to her hair, and she likes that he instantly gets the message and fists it, almost harshly, and fucks into her mouth, taking full control.
Donna loves watching him whenever she can. Once she's satisfied with her rhythm and movement, she glances up beneath her lashes, making the most coquettish expression she can, and she watches his face contort in pleasure, his jaw flexing and his nostrils flaring as he gets more and more worked up. Sometimes his eyes are closed tight, when they have time and he wants to enjoy it; other times he's watching her almost like she's his prey, and that sends a flash of heat down to her core like nothing else.
She honestly gets so turned on by it, by the fact that she's giving him this much pleasure, that she has this much of an effect on him, that more than once she has come from that and a handful of strokes against her clit alone.
She knows he likes pulling her hair roughly, but she also knows he likes caressing her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear or gathering it gently at the nape of her neck so as not to get in her way. She knows he likes to murmur things down at her, like when he tells her she's beautiful and when he tells her he loves her like this, on her knees for him or with his cock between her lips, or any other filthy combination of words he can think of.
She doesn't know what exactly creates that connection, but she thinks it's a very real, burning desire to make him happy, to make his muscles clench and his mind trip and fall into the abyss with only her name thrown in sharp relief. She thinks it's the same for him, the way he sometimes goes down on her and doesn't immediately follow it up with sex, not until she asks him explicitly to "just fuck me, Harvey". She's always enjoyed making her partners feel good but she wants to make him feel happy. And loved. And hot. And doing this for him is one way to achieve that.
And so Donna loves giving Harvey a blowjob. She loves coming up with new ways to drive him crazy, using teeth and tongue, tilting her head so his cock bumps against the inside of her cheek and he can watch it as it does. She loves how he groans every time she moans around him, his fingers digging deeper into whatever part of her he's holding. She loves brushing the tip against the roof of her mouth, watching him revel in the sensation. And, when she can remember beforehand to do that sneaky trick her friends taught her back in college, she likes to take him in slowly, further and further, until he's sliding down her throat and his breathing speeds up and he moans a "fuck, Donna".
She loves learning his reactions and his responses. She loves feeling his legs tremble when he's about to come. She loves how he always asks before he does, and she doesn't always like swallowing but she does like tasting him, milking him dry and having him yank her up right after so he can kiss her.
It's crass and erotic and decadent and if she closes her eyes and lets her mind drift she sometimes forgets a little what's really happening, who it really is, and she can feel a bit cheap. But Harvey somehow has a way of reading her, and knowing what she's thinking and feeling almost as much as she knows those things about him. And so when she does forget, he almost always slips a hand under her jaw, tips her face towards his and whispers he loves her. And she thinks, thank God she can spend the rest of her life doing this.