When Donna woke up, she felt loose and wonderfully relaxed, only taking a minute to remember it was all thanks to Harvey and his amazing skills in bed. The man was currently draped all across her, taking the definition of "big spoon" to a whole new level, and it made Donna giggle. She realized then, that this was the first time they had woken up together after sex, ever.

She didn't even dare let herself think that she could really get used to this. Mornings were always cold for Donna and Harvey was literally radiating heat. There was something else radiating, and it was currently poking at her side, Harvey's morning wood…

She smirked. It was gentlemanly of Harvey to have done all that for her last night and not expect anything in return, but Donna was a give and take lover. She'd make it up to him in hopes that he was really really into morning sex.

Donna craned her neck up and kissed him long and hard, ruffled his hair, and loudly rolled out of his arms and off the bed in hopes it would wake him up. With the cold draft hitting her body when she did so, it was quite a shock to her that she only had her panties on, so she tried to relocate her bra.

At the same time, Harvey had began to stir. Someone had kissed him and messed up his air- he was pleased with the pair of lips that landed on his but annoyed that someone made his already terrible bed hair even worse. Still too disoriented to remember what happened last night, he cracked his eyes open to the most beautiful sight,

Donna Paulsen in her natural beauty, wearing a pair of red panties, bent over looking for who knows what. He couldn't have been more grateful at that moment that she was missing something, because damn. His morning wood began to throb, and the events of what happened last night finally hate him like a freight train. He involuntarily recalled how he hard he had become last night, with no release. He continued to watch her, mesmerized by how her breasts bounced every time she took a step and how she always held her head up high. It was amazing how she carried herself even when no one else was watching.

She bent over again, this time even closer to him and even though he wanted to keep watching Donna just be Donna, he unintentionally let out a groan as he was given a full view of her ass. His mind automatically went to the gutter, fantasizing how it'd feel to grind against her curves or to grab her while she was riding him hard. He closed his eyes, pretending to still be asleep and hoping she wouldn't catch him peeking.

Donna being Donna knew Harvey was awake right when he moved and ruffled the sheets. If he wanted to stay in bed, however, two could play at that game. She walked around, making sure to properly show off her yoga-toned body and when she bent down again, purposely closer to the bed, she heard a muffled groan and couldn't help but smile.

Victory. Donna-1, Harvey- 0.

She decided to stop playing games and to up the stakes. She pretended to sigh, give up for what she was looking for (she'd find it another time), and crawl back into bed with the supposedly still-asleep Harvey.

"Harvey," she whined in a breathy tone, "why are you still asleep? I'm bored. You know how guys get morning wood?" Donna smiled before reaching her hand down towards his erection, now more prominent than it had been five minutes ago. She started to pump slowly. "Well, I dreamt that you gave me the best orgasm I've ever had in my life last night."

Harvey's nostrils flared and his teeth clenched. How far would this woman go?

"And now my panties are soaking, and I just want you to wake up so you can sink your cock into me, over and ov-" she squealed, "Harvey!"

The man in question had given up and pounced on her before she could even finish her sentence.

"How'd you know I was awake, Donna?" he asked, as he purposefully ground himself into her core. His mouth latched onto her left nipple, the sensation being almost too much.

She gasped, burying her hands in his hair. "I'm Donna. Plus, your little groan gave it away. You sounded like a schoolgirl who had just scraped her knee."

He growled again. "You know what? I'm going to make you sorry you said that." He began to position himself between Donna's legs again, ready to rip away her underwear.

"Wait, Harvey, stop!"

Her command hit him like a bucket of cold water. Did she not want this? Harvey paused his ministrations, half because he was respecting her wishes and half because he was so utterly confused. Hadn't Donna just said last night that she wanted him regardless of alcohol or not?

In the midst of his growing uncertainty, however, Donna had succeeded in duping him long enough to flip him over so she was on top. He was frazzled, what the fuck was going on? There was no way his dick could handle all the back and forth.

"Donna, what-"

"You made me pass out last night, and from what I remember, you sadly didn't get any. I don't think it's fair to be punished because you did such a good job, so," she slowly removed his boxers with his teeth to show his now raging erection, "I'm making it up to you now."

Harvey closed his eyes and hissed as he felt Donna's hot and wet mouth surround him.

She must have been really grateful for what happened last night, taking him whole as he could feel that he was hitting the back of her throat. He moaned at the sensation. Donna had always been such a sex fiend, his only worthy competitor in bed. He had known it from the first moment he set eyes on her. It had been the truth ten years ago, and it was still the truth now. Harvey wouldn't be surprised if her sexual drive would end up being the death of him in later years.

With a tight grip on both his thighs, his secretary started moving her head up and down his shaft, beginning Harvey's undoing. He grabbed the comforter next to him in one hand to remain composure, while he couldn't help but place the other on her head to try to slow her rhythm- he wanted this to last. Having Donna around him was something else, something beyond just pure lust and physical attraction, but he couldn't place his finger on it. Intimacy? Affection?

Either way, Donna was obeying his rhythm and now she was fucking humming.

"Donna, Donna, shit," he gasped, aware of how incoherent his thoughts were. All he could do was hold on to her head and try not to thrust into her welcoming mouth.

On the next particular throat, Donna took him whole again before pulling back, swirling her tongue expertly as she looked at him square in the eyes with pure desire, earning a strained "fuck!" from him. After all, he knew that look. It was the same look she gave him every time before he shoved her up the nearest wall and took her in any way he wanted.

Her tongue was now swirling his head, and the sensation made him squeeze his eyes shut. After all the pent up energy that had spilled over into this morning, Harvey was trying not to let himself go, wanted to save his frustration for a more worthy place- with her, not in her mouth.

"Donna, please stop." he whispered hoarsely. Denying himself the pleasure was actually painful, he was pretty sure his self control was on a line so thin, his veins and the two moles above his head were throbbing.

She looked confused, mirroring his reflection when she had told him to stop. She let go of his length with a pop, a look of confusion on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, fuck. That was so fucking...fuck. I just want to be inside you when I cum."

Donna threw him a glance of pure naughtiness. His eyes popped out, wary that some serious shit was about to go down.

"Fucking fuck? Sorry, Harvey, you're going to have to be more clear." Seeing that he was trying his hardest to hold on, she refused to let him win, explaining why, moments later, she had him in the palm of her right hand, literally. She moved her hand languidly up and down his rock hard erection.

Harvey nearly choked. Was it weird to think that Donna could even move her hands seductively? Fuck, he was so on edge. He was going to make such a mess if things went Donna's way.

"Donna, I don't beg."

"Is that the case? Even if I move a little faster?"

"Donna!" His self control was all but shit now, she was closing in, about to wrap her mouth around him as he reached his peak, maybe it wouldn't be terrible to just let go...

"Donna?" Rachel's voice was heard from outside the room.

"Oh shit," Donna muttered, as she scrambled into a sitting position.

"Oh, shit," Harvey moaned quietly, for completely different reasons. His hands automatically went to his erection in a lame attempt to calm it down. All these interruptions and failure for a proper release must not be healthy for his balls. This was ridiculous. He needed her, now.

"Rachel! Hi! Uhmm I'm actually a little sick and I don't want you to get infected, so I'm going to Lysol the room so don't come in!" Donna blurted, trying her best to think on top her head. Having Harvey naked in her bed right under Rachel's nose wasn't as shameful as it was completely thrilling.

After Donna gave her response, Harvey advanced. He got up and towered over her, making sure not to to make too much noise, yet still determined to take control.

"Harvey, what are you doing?" Donna whispered.

He responded by placing little kisses down her neck as he tweaked a nipple, and she tried her best to contain a moan.

"That's really okay, Donna! You're the guest. Our maid is coming in tomorrow anyway, she can just clean it then. Do you think you'll feel better if you sleep a little more?"

"Yeah, I think so!" she strained.

Harvey's hands had maneuvered to the apex of her thighs again. Her breath hitched as his hands slowly pulled down her lace panties and ghosted through her core. "Looks like somebody's ready for me," he teased uncomfortably in her ear. "Does Donna Paulsen get off on sucking my dick?"

"Harvey," she moaned, almost forgetting about Rachel. The whole situation was too much, she couldn't keep her composure if all she wanted was for Harvey to fuck her.

"Do you want to get brunch then? At about 1? It's 10:45 right now."

Harvey inserted a finger, and she couldn't help but gasp.

"That sounds good, Rach! I can be ready by then." Grateful the young paralegal hadn't heard, she started gyrating under Harvey, trying to get him to move his damn fingers.

"Great! Mike's probably going to want to come to."

"Oh, hi, Donna! I didn't know you stayed overnight. " Now Mike's cheery voice could be heard through the door too.

"Are you fucking kidding me." she whispered, eliciting a chuckle from Harvey. He slid another finger in, just to spite her.

"Fuck you," she muttered.

"What time?" he smiled his Chesire Cat smile. He pumped his fingers once slowly, reveling at seeing her eyes roll and her mouth turn into the shape of an O to let her the ghost of another moan.

"Have you seen Harvey?"

Bingo. In a flash, before Donna could even say anything, Harvey had withdrew his fingers, pinned Donna down, dug his hands into her waist, and thrust himself in her heat, all before she could even react or anticipate his actions.

"FUCK! HARVEY!" she cried out, in pure pleasure, completely forgetting about the people outside her fucking door.

"So fucking tight," he moaned, planting a kiss at the corner of her lips.

She squirmed automatically, trying to adjust to having been completely impaled. The motion made Harvey's desire flare tenfold. He rested his face in the crook of her neck, trying to recover from what he just did. The feeling of her cunt gripping his cock felt so fucking good, and under different circumstances he would just pound into her and over and over again to feel her grip on him. But they were still in tricky waters, and if they didn't get through this smooth sailing, he could fuck everything up for them.

"Donna- are you okay? What's the matter with Harvey?"

"Uhh, nothing!" Donna stammered, trying to recover quickly. "I just remembered I was going to text him, but I must have fallen asleep. I'm just worried!"

"Is it possible he's still in the house?" Rachel asked.

Harvey chuckled, still holding Donna after his first thrust. "How funny would it be if they found out that not only am I still inside the house, I'm buried to the hilt inside you?"

Donna gasped, "You wouldn't dare."

She raised her voice again. "Uhm, maybe! I would try and double check. Wouldn't want him to go missing in the Hotel Zane and never be found. Sorry, I would help but I've got a major headache. But I'll text him."

"Oh, don't worry! Mike and I will take care of it. We'll leave you alone now, see you in a bit!"

"Ok, bye!" Mike and Rachel were already out of mind as Harvey pulled completely out only to thrust in her again.

"You fucker," Donna whimpered.

"Do you want me to stop?" Harvey asked, only half-serious. He was at risk of her actually saying yes, and if that was the case, he would undoubtedly be the first man to explode into a ball of pure frustration and lust.

Donna bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, arching her back to try to get him to hit her deeper. "No, I want you to fuck me."

It was at that moment that Harvey completely lost his ability to be a gentleman. His hands left her hips and he reached for her own, pinning her palms down as he downright ravished her. He slammed into her repeatedly, encouraged further by her writhing and the look of pure ecstasy on her face as she moaned in rhythm.

"Har-Harvey! Oh, shit, don't stop,"

"Never," he growled, as he picked up the pace. He suddenly stuttered as Donna, even in the midst of climbing her peak, had it in her to push him slightly up so she could lift her hips in sync with him. He continued pistoning into her, being completely thrown off guard as she then proceeded to grab his ass and keep him inside her as her walls began to spasm around his dick.

It was to no one's surprise that he came right then with her, the feeling of her orgasm running through its course right around his cock.

"Oh, fuck, Donna," Finally, the three words she had longed to hear at the end of each of their sexcapades. She kept him inside her until he was spent, both making a mess in the sheets.

They breathed heavily, Harvey still lying on top of her and not quite able to pull himself out.

"That, was," Harvey started,

"Amazing?"

"I was going to say mediocre, but I guess amazing works." He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she rolled her eyes in response.

"Do you have to ruin everything? We were having a moment. And I know you haven't cum that hard in years."

"How would you know that?"

"Because the last time you did, it was with me, ten years ago. Apparently sexed-out Harvey is a really honest one too."

"Beats the having sex with someone on the other side of the door kink of yours,"

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."

"Will you ever let me win an argument? I'm New York's Best Closer, not you."

"I'm pretty sure you were the one who just got closed with that blowjob I just gave you."

"Well, in that case," Harvey got up and dragged Donna out of the bed and towards the shower, "I demand a rematch."

Hello! It's been a year since I uploaded the first chapter of this story. I'm really not quite sure if I should continue on with this, but I do still have some ideas, just not sure if people are still out there reading. If you are and you would like this story to continue, please provide some insight on the next chapter:

1) copious amounts of smut in the shower, at Donna's desk, or in the File Room?

2) Should they become an established couple?

Lemme know what you think, please. I love your guy's reviews.

Bonus fun fact: I got my username from a Victoria's Secret lotion bottle LOLLOLLOL love y'all x