Yoga
Donna usually enjoys sleeping in on weekends, but she hadn't had time to attend her yoga classes this week, so she made an effort to wake up early on Saturday. She managed to get up without waking her husband, took a quick shower, put on her workout clothes, had a brief breakfast, and was about to leave when she heard Harvey's footsteps. At this point, she had two options: either try to escape or accept that he probably wouldn't let her leave. Those tight workout outfits drove him wild. When she drops her keys trying to open the door, she knows that she has no escape. As if there was any way Harvey wouldn't do anything seeing her dressed like this and reaching down to pick up the keys from the floor.
"Excuse me, where do you think you're going?" he asks, desire veiled by curiosity.
Donna snorts and turns to look at him. "To my yoga class, I'll be back in a bit," she replies, attempting to open the door. But Harvey is quicker than her, his hands landing on her sides as he squeezes her against the door.
"I wouldn't be so sure," he whispers, and Donna can already feel his arousal pressing against her ass.
She closes her eyes and tries to stick to her plan. "I really need to relax. I promise I'll be back before lunch."
He turns her around to face him. "I have other, more effective methods to help you relax."
"Harvey," she groans, "I really want to go, seriously." She pouts.
"Do you really want to go?" he pouts as well.
"I truly need it."
"Okay, let's see..." he says, gently pressing her waist and pulling her closer. "If you really..." he murmurs, sensually kissing her neck. "Desire it so badly..." he continues, as his hands move up to cup her breasts and knead them. "To get out of here..." he whispers against her lips, kissing her and brushing his thumbs over her nipples. "Because I think..." he goes on, biting her lip. "I can convince you to stay..." he completes his thoughts, pressing her nipples through the fabric with his fingers. He never stops pressing against her abdomen with his growing erection.
"I thought you liked the fact that I'm flexible in bed. Do you know where my flexibility comes from? Yoga, Harvey," she says, trying to convince herself that she'll still go, even though they both know she won't.
"Yeah, I'm infinitely grateful for yoga," he replies with a mischievous smile, lifting her sports bra to expose her breasts in front of him. "But more than that, I'm grateful to you. And when you wear these clothes, Donna, I'm just a man," he whispers, his gaze fixated on her breasts with their already erect nipples, unable to resist gently tugging them between his fingers. And as she moans in response, letting her head fall back, he knows he has won once again.
