A/N: A little fic inspired by this tweet itcouldbedarvey/status/1691827991553233051 and that has been a request from my beta ;) My idea for this series is not just smut, I promise. I have many chapters that aren't, just be patient and I'll post them soon :) For now, I hope you enjoy this one!
Donna and Harvey get out of the car that Harvey has just parked in the garage, and Donna is the one who takes the lead, keys in hand, already heading to put it in the lock, when her husband surprises her with his hands on her hips, squeezing her body against his.
"Thank God you didn't wear ponytails in New York, I couldn't have resisted." He says hoarsely, tangling his fingers in his wife's ponytail as his nose presses against the side of her neck, inhaling what little was left of the perfume she put on this morning, now mixed with her own skin's scent.
Donna smiles mischievously as she feels him push his crotch against her butt. Actually, she hates wearing a ponytail to work. Part of her job, her armor, part of what makes her who she is, is always to be dressed perfectly and the humidity of her new home often prevents her from doing so, for example, forcing her to wear ponytails. Of course, she knew it was something Harvey would enjoy about her because she's caught him more than once with his eyes lost on the curve of her neck. "Damn humidity!" She snores.
Harvey smirks against her skin and leaves a wet kiss right on her pulse point which makes her unsteady for a second. "I love the humidity right now."
Donna laughs, feeling his fingers dig into her hips. "Will you let me open the door?"
"Yeah, because you won't let me fuck you here if I don't" He snorts, trailing wet kisses from her shoulder to her nape. She purrs back, trying to fit the key in the lock, but Harvey distracts her too much. "Isn't it that women can multitask?" Harvey teases her, nibbling at her nape's skin.
Donna sighs deeply, letting out a soft moan. Her legs feel like jelly and her body begins to react to him with overwhelming speed. "Are you seriously going to make fun of me when you're trying to fuck me?" she asks, trying to keep her voice from denoting how much he's turning her on. Although, Harvey already knows.
"Yeah, I mean, I don't think you'd be able to say no." He says with a proud tone that earns him a nudge from his wife. "Oh come on, as if that would make me back down on my intentions." He snores as he wraps his hand around hers to help her fit the key in and then turns it, saying no more, Donna hurries into the house, but Harvey tangles his fingers in her red ponytail, forcing her to brake when she feels the pull. "Where do you think you're going in such a hurry?"
Donna bites her lip, trying to release some of the tension she feels and though Harvey holds her tightly by her hair, she manages to spin around her and look up at him. "I guess you won't give me even 2 minutes to go to the bathroom or get some water, will you?" she murmurs, her eyes on his wet, parted lips.
He smirks as he continues to hold onto her ponytail, and with his other hand, he unbuckles his belt. "I won't even let you get further into the house." He grunts, clumsily unfastening his belt buckle.
"Well…" she purrs as he forces her to jerk her head back a bit as she helps him finish opening his belt and continues to undo the button on his pants. "Here I am then." She adds, fully determined to get into the game he's proposing.
Harvey doesn't say anything, he just grunts in response and tugs on her ponytail, intending to go to the small sofa they have in the entrance of the house. Donna, assuming the role of obedience, is guided by him.
"Had I known a ponytail would make you want me so much, I certainly would have worn them more often in New York." She teases him a bit, resting one of her knees on the couch and leaning forward slightly, feeling him crash into her ass with his crotch.
"Would you have dared?" he snores and licks the curve of her neck.
"Oh Harvey, come on..." she replies and wants to turn her head to look at him, but he grabs her hair hard and won't let her. "You know very well that I'd have done it." She adds, feeling how he rubs against her ass and the whole situation has an almost immediate reaction in her body, feeling how a wave of adrenaline and pleasure rises from the base of her spine, and by hearing her confession, Harvey loosens his grip a little and she takes the opportunity to look at him. "Or don't you think I could have pulled it off?" she asks, raising her eyebrow.
Never letting go of her hair, Harvey finishes opening his pants, under the hungry gaze of his wife and pulls his half-hard cock out of his underwear. "You wanted to get me this hard in the office, by just pretending to be my secretary?" he grunts, cupping himself.
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, staring at his cock as it begins to swell and harden. "I know I've made you that hard, more than once." She responds, with a sexy laugh that only makes Harvey harder.
He lets go of her for a moment, so he can pull her dress up her butt, then pushes her all the way until she rests her hands on the armrest of her sofa. Her ass is exposed to her husband, who finishes lifting her dress and without even taking an extra second, removes her underwear. Then, with one hand on his cock, he brings the other back to her hair, forcing her head up. "You have no idea how many times I wanted to do this with you in the file room." He says, resting his cock between her buttocks.
She wets her lips with her tongue when she feels it and arches her back a little more while spreading her legs a little more. "With me against the copy machine?" she asks, feeling her pussy begin to throb as he slides back and forth on her ass.
"How the hell-?" he snores and slaps her butt, which makes her squeal.
"I didn't read your mind this time, it's just that I fantasized about it too. So many times, even before we got together."
"Donna-" he moans, tapping his increasingly hard cock against her pussy, and grips her hair even tighter, making her groan in response.
"It's not the file room, but I think you could fuck me here anyway." She gasps.
"Is that what you want?" he asks, moving his cock off her for a moment to watch her swollen pussy so he can spit there repeatedly, then wet her even more with the help of his fingers.
"It's what you want." She snores in response.
Harvey's fingers rub all over her pussy, as his thumb slides inside her. "Is that what you want?" he asks again.
Out of sheer instinct, feeling his thumb, she wants to push her head forward, but the force with which he holds her hair prevents her from doing so. "It's what I want." She responds, her leg on the ground beginning to shake, she thinks for a moment that she should have taken off her heels. Though certainly that should make her look even sexier in his eyes.
Harvey sticks his finger fully inside her and enjoys hearing her moan in response. His fingers tease her inside and out as he feels himself start to drip and damn he could fuck his wife anywhere. But the idea that she thought of doing it in the file room, too, definitely makes all his blood run south to his dick, having him on the verge of exploding.
He doesn't say anything else, just takes his fingers out of her pussy and brings them to his mouth to savor the taste, then aligns himself with her and slides inside in a quick movement that makes them cry out in unison.
Harvey fills her, over and over again, starting out slow so they both feel every inch going in and out, but it doesn't take long for him to pick up speed, his hand tugging harder and harder on her ponytail as his other hand slaps her ass until leaving it not only red but burning.
"Shit, Harvey!" she lets out a sound that is a mixture between a moan and a scream.
Harvey digs his fingers hard into the flesh of her ass, to slap her again and pulls her hair to the limit, forcing her to end up arching her neck back. "What do you want?" he snores, slamming completely against her.
"For you to cum inside me." She gasps, feeling how the burning sensation in her ass, the pain in her hair, mixed with the pleasure in every inch of her body, gnaws at her.
His gaze is riveted on how his cock, completely wet with her juices and with swollen veins, moves in and out of her fully swollen and soaking wet pussy, getting more and more stretched for him. He knows very well that it won't be long before he gives her what she wants. With each thrust, the sensation becomes more overwhelming and he can feel like his cock about to explode. "Touch yourself for me," Harvey asks, he wants to feel her pussy orgasming around his dick. Donna complies, spitting on her fingers, and manages to bring her fingers to her clit, rubbing herself with the same speed that Harvey is fucking her: as fast as she can and that's all it takes for the electrifying sensation of pleasure to multiply in her whole body. "Look at me," Harvey asks again, pulling on her ponytail so that she turns her head to look at him. Her flushed cheeks, and her moist, parted lips, added to her dark gaze, only pushing him a little further. "Ask me again." He snores and slaps her ass again.
"Cum inside me." She gasps. "Do it, I'll cum with you." She says, squeezing her eyes shut, doing her best to wait for him.
Harvey grabs her hips and without letting go of her hair, he thrusts himself into her one, two, three, four, and the fifth time, once fully inside her again, he lets the orgasm wash through him, spilling out completely. Donna lets herself reach the climax as well, pressing herself over her clit to feel it and Harvey feels her contract around him, knowing how much he enjoys it when she reaches her climax while he's cumming.
Donna needs to surrender against the couch, feeling her body go completely limp, but Harvey is still holding her hair, so she tries to hold it. Her body shudders again as he pulls out of her, finally letting go of her ponytail, but not leaving her to go down, holding her by the hips. Harvey growls at the sight of her pussy dripping the mix of both and he can't resist slapping her there, which makes her squeal and when she wants to drop into the couch again, Harvey turns her around and falls on top of her.
"I never thought a ponytail would make you fuck me like this." She purrs, stroking his face with the back of her fingers. "And that my ponytail would make you ruin a Roland Mouret, either. You owe me a dress now."
"But-" he pouts.
"Believe me, it's ruined." She says, though she doesn't sound concerned.
"But wasn't it worth it?" he grins.
She laughs and pushes him against her lips. "Just what I needed after a day at the office." She says and kisses him.