"Donna," Harvey whispers with a husky voice. "Stay here with me." He cups her cheek and gently turns her head in his direction again.

While he is lying on his left side, she is on her back, legs spread wide, her right one hooked over his thigh to grant him full access. He never stops drawing tight, slow circles around her clit as he's dragging her back into reality.

"Harvey, please …"

She is a writhing mess, Harvey's slow and considerate motions driving her insane. She is too far gone to think straight, the only thing occupying her brain is the urgent need to come. But Harvey is unflappable. He's been teasing her for what feels like hours on end and he has no intention to intensify his actions, to help her to a faster release. He made that clear.

Needless to say that her desperation and neediness are driving him crazy as well, his erect cock pressing against her thigh almost violently, the tip dripping with desire. A part of him wants to stop stalling, turn her around onto all fours and pound into her with all he has to relieve her and himself from the pressure.

But the other part comes on top right now. The part that loves to make her whimper and wriggle, that loves to make her lose her mind completely and to make her beg him to let her finally, finally come.

Earlier, when Harvey woke up with a heavy sigh, lying on his stomach, he immediately felt her placing soft, open-mouthed kisses on every inch of his back. He hummed with pleasure and she kept going, simultaneously caressing his side with gentle strokes. Eventually, her kisses proceeded upwards to his neck, throat and ear. She nibbled his earlobe, purring "Turn on your back," earning a soft groan from him. Donna started working his cock deliciously then, and before Harvey even considered himself fully awake, she made him spill down her throat.

And maybe it's exactly this headspinning blowjob that makes him so patient now, not that needy for yet another release.

Donna, on the other hand, is so on edge by now that she could cry. But Harvey's tenderness does not provide any relief, it only makes her more desperate with every passing second. She wants, needs, to come so badly. She already told him several times.

"Fuck, I'm so close."

But her begging remains unheard once again. Harvey only replies with a husky "Be patient, Donna. I'm not gonna speed up." His left arm is draped under her, his fingers toying with her left nipple.

He watches her features curiously while his right hand is buried between her legs, working her pussy in a way he knows she loves, adding some saliva from time to time to make her even more wet. More horny. More desperate.

"More, Harvey. Come on!"

Every now and then he has to bring her face back towards him, bring her back to him, back to reality. Because he wants to watch her closely, doesn't want to miss a single expression on her face.

But turning away from him happens by default, a foolish attempt to gain some control, to calm herself down. To do anything. But Harvey fetches her back every single time.

"Please, make me come."

Her moans grow louder when his hand returns from his mouth to her center once more, hoping for him to finally speed up or intensify his actions, to maybe sink a finger inside her at least. But he has no intention of doing so. He wants her to come slow and long and intense. She knows it, just like she knows it will be fucking worth it. But she can't take it anymore. She needs. to. come. Right the hell now.

"Harv- … ey," is all she can manage to cry out when he changes the direction of his circles and he smirks smugly.

"You're almost there," he hums, recognizing her breathing growing heavier, her back arching higher, her toes curling tighter.

"Just like that," he groans, earning a deep, guttural moan from her. "Come for me, Donna. Now."

"Goooood, Har- … oh fuck … FUCK." Her legs begin to tremble intensely, her walls fluttering like crazy, and he simply continues with his measured circular movements to extend her orgasm as his eyes stay fixated on her face.

Harvey loves watching Donna like this. Losing it completely. It's one of his most favorite things to see ever, turning him on to no end. Absorbing the way she rides out her intense high that seems to last minutes, taking in her every movement, every sound, until her muscles eventually relax and her features calm as she collapses onto her mattress.

"Harvey." It's only a low whimper now. He lazily caresses her inner thigh, patiently waiting for her to return to earth. "I'm here," he whispers and she smiles.

A long moment passes before she shifts beside him. "May I turn onto my side now?" she scoffs and he chuckles and spoons her as soon as she settles into a comfortable position.

"Nice?" he asks, even though he knows quite well that the orgasm he gave her was much more than that.

"Mhhh, fucking glorious," Donna sighs approvingly, her nerve endings still tingling.

Kissing her neck languidly, Harvey softly nibbles her earlobe and hugs her a little closer. She wiggles her hips to tease his hard cock, evoking a moan from him. Lifting one leg slightly, she lets his member slip between her thighs. They both hiss when it makes contact with her soaked folds.

Grasping between her legs she guides him to her entrance, eager to finally have him inside her. "Go ahead," she encourages him.

Harvey doesn't need to be told twice, plunging into her until he is buried to the hilt, feeling her walls clenching around his girth.

And god, she never gets tired of this feeling of him stretching and filling her so perfectly and reaching all the right spots in a way only he ever could.

After giving her some time to adjust, Harvey starts thrusting, pulls out almost completely only to sink back in forcefully, hitting her cervix until she gasps. His strong hands clutch her hips to hold her in place and she can already feel this familiar prickle in her lower belly, announcing her next orgasm.

Bringing her hand between her thighs she starts stroking herself, spurring Harvey on to speed up his thrusts, and it doesn't take long for them to reach their high together.

They don't move for a long while, just bathe in each other's embrace until Donna comments dryly "You're slipping out", just when his limp member escapes the warmth of her center. The sensation is delicious and she sobs, already missing the feeling of having him inside her.

Harvey snuggles closer again, nestling his face in her hair, holding her firmly with both hands around her frame.

"I'm dripping out," Donna drops another comment after a while and he smirks. Moving his right hand between her legs he gathers some of their joint juices from the inside of her thigh, moving it to her lips to give her a taste. She sucks the digit eagerly.

"Good?" he wants to know.

"Try yourself," comes her reply as she turns her head to kiss him deeply and Harvey hums into her mouth when he tastes them both on her tongue.

When they part, he reaches for a tissue on the nightstand to wipe her clean and dry his cock. Cuddling back against her body he murmurs "Gotta say, this really is a morning after my own heart," before they both doze off for another hour.

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