Insatiable
Donna lies on her back, her naked body fully exposed before him. It had been a while since he brought her to the peak of pleasure not once, but twice, and since then, she hadn't moved from that spot. Harvey is lying beside her, close enough for her to hold his head in his hand, while his other hand innocently plays with her breasts. His fingertips glide over her skin, tracing circles around her areolas, and absentmindedly teasing her nipples. He connects the freckles on her body, forming meaningless patterns, kneading them gently, and planting sweet kisses upon them. Each touch brings her a little pleasure, relaxing her to the point of almost falling asleep.
"Oh, you really like them," she purrs over ten minutes later of him just playing with her boobs, her eyes closed, her hand entwined in his hair.
He smirks. She can't see it, but she knows he does. "I do, I really do," he murmurs, placing a tender kiss on each breast.
"Should I be jealous?" she asks with a giggle, opening her eyes to gaze at him, and finding him laughing as well. Harvey doesn't respond, but instead, he gazes at her in silence for a few seconds. "What?" she whispers.
He grins at her. "You're so adorable when you're tired."
She chuckles and playfully tousles his hair even more and directs him toward her lips. "You drain all my energy," she tells him, a mischievous smile gracing her lips.
"Yeah, that's probably the best compliment I've ever received," he grins confidently, and before she can retort, he silences her with a breathless kiss. Then, he tenderly pulls her closer, threading his fingers through her hair. "Rest for a while; I'll be needing your energy soon."
She chuckles. "You're insatiable, Specter."
"It would be impossible not to always want more of you," he replies, feeling her smile hidden against his chest.