Harvey frowns as his hand reaches into the void. There is no sign of her, the sheets on her side of the bed having turned cold.
Opening his eyes in confusion, he immediately relaxes as he spots her on the balcony though, clad in nothing but a tiny little soft pink sports set that perfectly accentuates her sexy curves.
He props up on an elbow to get a better view of her. Her butt is directly facing him through the large window of his bedroom, round and full and in perfect display for him and he gets lost in his dirty thoughts on the sight. For a while, he just watches Donna with adoration, how she effortlessly glides through the Yoga postures on her mat, all graceful and light-footed, internally debating if he should go and distract her or leave her alone for the time being.
He decides to let her be for a while, but soon the urge to be close to her comes out on top. Just in time for her final Mountain Pose, he steps behind her, whispering "You're up early" as his hands find their natural place on Donna's waist.
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep longer and my back felt a bit stiff."
"I could have helped you with that," Harvey murmurs, starting to knead her shoulders in an attempt to prove his abilities.
"I know, but you looked so peaceful in your sleep," Donna sighs.
"And you looked pretty sexy in that Downward Dog," Harvey purrs suggestively, pulling her closer and placing open-mouthed kisses along her neck, tasting the salt on her skin.
Closing her eyes, Donna hums, ever so slightly letting her butt brush the semi-hard bulge in Harvey's boxers.
"So, Yoga makes you hard now?" she teases him.
"No. You make me hard. Always," Harvey retorts in a low tone, grinding into her to emphasize his point. "Especially the sight of your ass in those skimpy little shorts here did it for me," he adds as he pinches her buttock and Donna squeals.
Harvey cups her cheeks with both hands and squeezes the flesh firmly, his mouth still glued to her skin.
Donna doesn't protest, she just leans more into him and enjoys his ministrations, reassuring him with soft moans as he starts moving from her backside to her sides and up to her breasts that he starts massaging through her sports bra.
Feeling her nipples hardening quickly, Harvey moans into her ear, rolling the tight buds between his thumb and index finger. Craving more, his hands glide under the tight fabric to grip her bare globes firmly, eliciting a louder moan from Donna.
"Let's go inside," she sighs absentmindedly as she senses the arousal building up inside her.
"I'd rather fuck you right here," Harvey rasps, having thrown off the last vestige of restraint by now.
Donna giggles. "People can see us here," she protests weakly. She's not entirely comfortable with sex in a semi-public place, but on the other hand, she's already way too turned on to have any serious concerns. Besides, she reasons, the nearest buildings as tall as theirs are at least a few hundred meters away, so no one would be able to see much anyway, if anyone would even notice them up here at all.
"Do you think I care?" Harvey growls, his voice dripping with arousal.
"You never told me you were into audience," Donna taunts, distracted by him pinching a nipple once again, causing her to grind harder into his erection.
"I'm not, I just don't care," he shoots back and she can't help but like the commanding tone he strikes. "And now shut up."
A low moan elicits Donna and Harvey is already pushing her bra up and over her head to throw it behind him, his hands instantly attacking her tits again, kneading harder and more demanding than before.
Donna whimpers and turns her head to steal a kiss from him and he reciprocates urgently, teasing her mouth open, seeking her tongue out with his own. Never stopping to kiss her, he lets one hand travel down her torso until he reaches the waistband of her Yoga shorts, slipping the fingers underneath the waistband and inside her panties, starting to stroke her folds.
Donna's body reacts promptly, more and more wetness gathering between her legs, her hips bucking into his groin.
"So wet already," Harvey growls. "I knew you'd like it."
"I just don't care anymore either," Donna retorts and reaches for her shorts and panties to take measures into her own hands, quickly getting rid of the needless clothes.
Spurred on by her eagerness, Harvey follows suit and pulls his own boxers down as well, causing his fully erect cock to spring free.
Grabbing Donna's hips again, he presses his dick between her thighs and fucks himself there a little, causing her to groan deeply whenever his cock brushes her damp pussy in the process. His lips are glued to her throat as he keeps her in place, stimulating them both with his ministrations.
Pushing her in the direction of the railing that serves as a hold for her, Harvey kneels down, spreads her legs and plunges two digits into her core, eliciting a loud, surprised gasp from Donna. He watches lustfully how she consumes him with ease, and how his fingers glisten from her wetness whenever he retracts them. He licks them clean only to enter her once more and fuck her a little longer before he replaces his fingers with his mouth and starts licking and sucking her pussy eagerly, bringing her closer to release.
Eventually, he spins her around and hooks one leg over his shoulder in order to lick her more thoroughly and slide his fingers in once again, heightening the sensation for her.
Donna is out of her mind with want. She grasps some strands of Harvey's hair as he builds her towards release, tugging firmly to hold him in place as her climax hits her hard. Head thrown back, mouth agape, she loses balance for a second, but Harvey is there to hold her steady, patiently riding her through her high until she calms down.
Only then does he get up again and turn her around, immediately entering her dripping wet core, beginning to fuck her hard and fast against the railing.
Donna's knuckles turn white as she holds on for dear life, gasping with each hard forward movement that hits her deep. She looks down to where her tits swing in time with Harvey's thrusts in amusement, distracted by the thought of her dangling breasts being on full display for all Manhattan to see. But the city doesn't even seem to take notice of what they are doing and so she closes her eyes again, bathing in the sensations of Harvey thoroughly fucking her in the warmth of the early summer morning.
"Fuck Donna, I won't last much longer," he pants in her ear then and she shivers.
"It's fine, Harvey," she groans, "Just let go. Give it to me."
Her words alone give him the rest and he pulls out quickly as he comes hard, spurting his cum all over her back and ass. He smirks smugly as he examines the mess he made, lowers his mouth to her ear and whispers "May I invite you to a more private round in the shower?".
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