Willpower

"May I know why you're naked in my bed?" Harvey asks, pleasantly surprised upon returning home from the gym.

"Well, this is where I live," she responds matter-of-factly. She's lying on her stomach, propping herself up with her elbows on the mattress, her feet raised and wiggling.

"Oh, right, right," he says, pretending to brush off the fact that she's naked. "All the showers at the gym were occupied, so I'll just take a shower here." He adds, unable to tear his eyes away from the way she gently bounces her butt with the movement of her feet. "Carry on with what you were doing."

"Okay," she says, biting her lip to suppress a giggle. Donna waits to hear him step into the shower, and without even knocking on the door, she walks into the bathroom and joins him under the water. "Seems like your willpower has grown a bit, huh?" she teases, immediately gripping his dick. "Though it seems I still have an effect on you," she purrs, feeling him not completely soft.

He smiles, letting out a soft chuckle. "If I didn't have willpower, I wouldn't let you out of bed. Ever."

She giggles, eagerly stroking his growing arousal in her hand. "I want you to fuck me, Harvey," she pleads, intensifying the motion of her hands along his shaft, now using both hands.

Harvey nods, a desire-filled smile on his lips, and allows her to finish her ministrations. Then, he spins her around until she is pressed between the cool tiles of the wall and his warm body. Using his knee, he gently nudges her legs apart, aligning himself at her entrance. In one swift, fluid motion, he plunges deep inside her, eliciting simultaneous moans of their names. With his hands braced against the wall, Harvey thrusts into her relentlessly, not allowing any time for adjustment. He knows that when she asks for it like this, she craves a rough encounter, and that's exactly what he delivers. Pleasing his wife's desires brings him immense satisfaction. He fills her as deeply as he can, while she stimulates herself with her fingers, succumbing to the raw pleasure that consumes her.

"Don't stop," she whimpers, feeling an overwhelming wave of pleasure building within her core.

"I won't," he growls, determined to hold on a little longer.

Donna's free hand reaches back, searching for his buttocks, urging him to thrust harder against her. And when she can no longer resist, she lets the pleasure wash over her. Waves of ecstasy course through her, causing her to tremble and gasp, while Harvey continues to move against her until he finally releases inside her.

"God, Donna," he gasps, gaping into her shoulder.

She smiles, still catching her breath. "That was amazing." She mutters, feeling him squash her completely against the wall.

He grins against her nape and kisses her there, proud of himself. "It was."