A/N: A huge thanks to Luisa, Alexandra and C for being my trusty betas. I hope you like my attempt at emo smut xx
feels like freedom
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Her heart is pounding in her chest almost violently as she gasps for air. She whimpers when he slides another finger in effortlessly, filling her to her limit. He crooks his fingers against her g-spot, and the pressure makes her hips jerk. A moan, followed by another whimper, tumbles out of her mouth, "Harvey."
She vaguely registers how far gone she sounds, how desperate, how his. He has yet to start moving and she's already on the brink. She thinks if he moves and hits her g-spot again, all bets are off.
Ever since he walked those three steps into her apartment, and into her arms, and into her heart earlier tonight, she's been on the brink. Maybe he wouldn't even need to move his fingers. She thinks one of those quiet, meaningful and lust-filled gazes he's been giving her over the years could be enough.
The certainty that it's Harvey pleasuring her would be enough.
His mouth is wet and warm against her stomach as he leaves a trail of red, abused skin behind on his descent down to her centre. Donna chances a look and her breath gets snagged in her throat. The bastard is looking at her with a shit-eating grin, and he knows exactly what he's doing to her. His eyes are dark, his pupils swallowing his chocolate brown irises, and his eyes are crinkling at the edges as he sucks on the soft skin right over her mound.
Her sex pulsates sharply in response, her inner walls starting to flutter around his fingers, even as he's not actively doing anything yet.
"Look at you," he murmurs against her skin. "Donna."
His tongue trails out to lick lower, his path clear by now, and the anticipation of knowing what's about to happen next is almost as mind-numbingly amazing as she knows it's going to be once he's actually reached his goal.
Her eyes squeeze shut again, her body ready for release but she can't, can't, not yet. He hasn't even fucked her yet but it feels like he has — with his eyes on her body and his hands curling around her shoulder and her waist and her ass. She's so close already and his smug grin isn't helping things. So she closes her eyes and tries to hold on.
Donna knows it's a fruitless attempt when Harvey asks her to open her eyes for him again. "Look at me."
Their eyes meet and her hips jerk, seeking more, seeking the friction his hands and mouth and cock can provide.
"Are you close?"
She hums impatiently in response. He knows just how close she is. One more look and Harvey will manage to do what no one's ever done before.
Usually she needs stimulation. Focused circular stimulation on her clit, preferably combined with nipple play or the rhythm of a cock or a toy inside of her.
But with Harvey, it's different.
His tongue laps over her overstimulated nub once and she moans, feels her walls squeeze his fingers in a visceral grip. And then he moves. Just as slowly as before and every time she thinks she's going to fall, she's going to let go and come all around him, he withdraws. She's sure he takes pleasure in watching her squirm.
"Harvey," she whines. "Haven't we had enough foreplay over the years?"
He chuckles, right against her centre. The vibrations ebb through her and she shudders, pleasure climbing even higher.
"Tell me, Donna," he says suddenly. "Did you ever touch yourself like this and imagine it was me?"
The muscles around his fingers contract and he starts up a slow rhythm with them. He knows exactly what he's doing, giving her enough to catch on fire but never to burn.
Donna bites her lip and her cheeks blush, but she's not ashamed. Not now when he's doing exactly what her body was craving all these years. He's filling her, making her complete and it's almost too much.
"Yes," she breathes.
"Good," he replies. "Because I thought of you too."
Oh god.
He's going to make her come with his words alone.
"Look at me."
She does, and his mouth closes around her clit, playing with the sensitive nub before he circles it, careful to avoid overstimulation. A choked sound leaves her mouth; vaguely she registers she must look drunk with pleasure, stupid from it, but she can't bring herself to care. This is finally happening and her body craves every touch and every caress.
"Donna."
"I need to come."
Her hips buck into his face helplessly, and his free hand comes up to her stomach to press her down into the mattress again. But he does pick up the pace in which his fingers move inside her.
"You're so beautiful."
There's so much wonder in his voice, love and admiration coupled together, and she cries out. His fingers hit her g-spot in an agonising way, making the room around her spin and the edges of her peripheral version cloudy. Her mouth is parted and she can't stop herself now, she needs to see him. Needs to watch him work her body until it tumbles over the edge and takes her with it.
"Donna," he calls her again even though she's looking right into his soul. He hasn't said much since he knocked on her door, but he doesn't need to. She thinks maybe she's always known on some level, maybe he has too, but now the intent and the love is clear in his eyes and he's not afraid.
"I love you."
That's all it takes and her whole body convulses around him. Her legs snap up and around his head, keeping his mouth on her as she rides the waves of her orgasm that don't seem to end. The world stops for a couple of moments as her nerve endings throw her body into overdrive with a release that's been years in the making.
Sound eventually filters into her ears again and she feels his fingers dig into the supple flesh of her thighs. They leave crescent marks, but none as deep as the mark he's left on her heart and soul.
Her hand drops down to his head, caressing his hair and tugging on it until he looks at her again. And only then, when she wants to speak and there's a watery thread in her voice, does she notice that she's been crying.
"I love you too. Come up here."
She sniffles and gathers him in her arms, spooning him. There will never be enough words to describe everything that he makes her feel.
But knowing he feels the same is enough.
A/N: I'm gonna go hide. In the meantime, let me know your honest thoughts x