A/N: So Elle (mieh) proposed I did a companion piece of sorts for the first chapter and I loved the idea, so here we are! Hope you like it :)
Harvey has always enjoyed going down on women.
He learned from a young age that most men have no idea what they're doing, from the anatomy to the motions to the signs that it's going well. Harvey's smarter than most men, more observant. He has a quick, skilled tongue, and when he learned to put it to good use he found out he was good at this. Really good. And he learned that being good at this in particular was a good way to get women in his bed, and an even better way to make them come back if he wanted them to. So, to Harvey, hearing their moans and feeling their trembling bodies has always served as confirmation that he knows exactly what he's doing and he's every bit as proficient at this as he believes himself to be.
But with Donna, of course, everything is different.
It's not that he doesn't enjoy it - he does, so much, some days almost as much as the sex itself. But he finds out he enjoys it for a different reason. Because the first time he did it after they got together, once he could finally let himself appreciate this for all it was and feel everything he had to feel, he watched Donna completely unravel before his eyes and it is a thing of beauty.
Donna loves oral. She'll have him down there for hours if he lets her, and once or twice he even does. She's incredibly responsive, reacting to his every touch, from his fingertips trailing lightly up her inner thigh to his tongue thrusting into her. Sometimes she's bossy and commanding, closing her thighs against his head and keeping him glued to her, or pulling his hair this way and that. Other times she relinquishes all control, nails digging into his forearms as her back arches and she lets him do whatever he wants to her.
He has a usual playbook, though sometimes he alternates depending on her mood. He starts nibbling on her inner thighs, making his way slowly up to the apex of her thighs. He likes to give her a nice, long stroke over her panties, especially if the fabric is thin. And then he strips her naked, spreads her outer lips with his thumbs, and dives in, tracing a line from her core up her middle, mixing her juices with his saliva to get her even wetter.
He makes sure to be thorough between her folds, because he finds out Donna is especially sensitive in some places other than her clit and it's fun to take advantage of that. If he wants to, he can have her come twice without even reaching the bundle of nerves, just from pressing the tip of his tongue in that one spot and flicking incessantly until she's crashing beneath him.
He uses fingers and tongue and lips and teeth; every time it's about giving her the best oral she's ever had. And now that she will never have sex with anyone else again, his competition is himself. He likes to see what he can do each time to drive her more and more mad, to have her letting out a string of high-pitched moans and fisting his sheets and rutting her hips helplessly as his tongue slides against her.
The thing is, Donna is so collected and in control all the time. She may be sassy and fun but she's miss prim and proper as well. And few things crack that façade more than him going down on her. Watching her writhe because of his ministrations, seeing her eyes shut tight and her face contorted in pleasure, her hair in a tangled mess on his pillow, it makes him feel things he never imagined. Because there's no feeling like making Donna feel good.
Nothing in this world compares to making her happy, it's Harvey's greatest goal and greatest pride, now that they are together. He felt that before too, when he got immense satisfaction from making her laugh or getting her to blush. But now it takes on a whole new meaning and dimension. He can make her happy by cooking dinner. He can feel her smile against his neck when he tells her he loves her. And he can make her happy in bed, make her body feel worshipped and satisfied and watch her skin glow.
He loves every single part of it. He loves the heady taste and scent of her, how it's so ridiculously Donna he was transported back to that night thirteen years ago the first time he tasted her again. He loves how beautiful she is. He loves exploring the length of her pussy, circling his tongue around her clit again and again as her hips move in time with him. He loves how wet and warm she always is for him. He loves giving her thorough strokes with the flat of his tongue, and flicking the tip of it quickly from side to side.
And he thought it would stop being fun after a while because there's not a lot you can do differently each time, but he found out that the real fun is trying to read her to understand what she wants, what she needs from him each night. Or, instead, taking her by surprise by making her come in three minutes, or dragging it on until she's on the brink of frustration and then sucking on her clit and making her scream unexpectedly.
Harvey loves how each time it feels like a unique experience. When he takes her from behind, her cheek against the mattress as she pushes her ass, already high up in the air, further into his face. When he has her over him - which, as it turns out, she doesn't love, but he does - and he can grab her hips and pull her down and she grinds as she holds on to the headboard. When he maneuvers her legs wider or higher and licks her vigorously, entering her shallowly with his tongue or more fully with his fingers as he catches her clit between his lips.
Donna loves it all, and one of his favorite things about doing this is how loud she gets. She's always vocal during sex, be it with encouragements or sighs or moans. But when he's down here, hands roaming her body and kneading her breasts and mouth otherwise occupied, she has nothing to hold her back. And so she cries out, moans and groans and sobs, louder and higher as she gets closer to release, and it truly is like music to his ears. It's the hottest thing he's ever heard and he wouldn't trade it for any other sound in the world. Sometimes just her voice like that is so powerful that he needs to squeeze the base of his cock a few times to get it to calm down so that their fun doesn't end too soon.
So, yeah, he loves going down on Donna. He loves the lazy, sated smile she gives him after she comes. He loves her fingers wrapping tightly around strands of his hair and her nails digging into his scalp. He loves that she loves it, and that she loves him doing it to her and for her. He loves her body thrashing and her core pulsing and he loves that he can make her at least infinitesimally as happy as she makes him. And he absolutely loves it when she stops him midway, grabs his jaw with both hands and pulls him back up, shaking her head and saying "I need you, now."