Inspired by Luisa's request for some rough sex smut. Proceed with caution.
A deep sigh escapes her as she drops her Marni handbag to the floor. She's just about to kick her high heels off her feet when Harvey squints around the corner to his hallway, drying his hands with a towel, sleeves rolled up as he was just preparing their dinner.
"Tough day?" he asks, eying her with concern.
"Oh, you have no idea," Donna huffs as she makes her way to him. "This Faye-bitch is driving me INSANE, I swear to god. Not sure if I'll be able to deal with her much longer before I …"
"Come here," Harvey interrupts her rant and hugs her tightly, trying to soothe her and wash away her frustration as he kisses her temple and just holds her for a while.
"Please tell me dinner is ready," Donna asks hopefully once she feels her anger having subsided at least a little bit. Harvey's ability to appease her will never fail to amaze her, his scent in her nose and his strong arms wrapped around her frame enough to calm her down immensely. The madness of the day might not be forgotten, but its weight on her shoulders just got a little lighter.
They chat away over their Risotto Milanese with prawns and a glass of Chardonnay that eventually turns into two, avoiding any work related conversation, until an hour later they clean up the dining table and kitchen together in peace.
Distracting her thoughts for a while definitely helped, but deep inside Donna still feels the resentment seething. Which is why she breaks the silence after a while, her voice breathy and serious.
"I need you to take the lead tonight, Harvey. And with taking the lead I mean … I need you to dominate me." She drops it almost casually, as if it was not a big deal, as if she was asking him to pass her the wine.
Harvey's eyes grow wider by the second and his dick twitches heavily in the confines of his boxers and pants. He already knew that Donna likes to let loose in bed and that as much as she likes to pull the strings, she likes it even more when he takes the lead. He also knew already that she's never been afraid to ask for what she wanted.
He still remembers it from the other time, couldn't forget in all those years how much he liked the way she expressed her wishes and her feelings. He's always liked women who knew exactly what they wanted in bed and who weren't afraid of saying it out loud. He's also always liked to be in charge and call the shots, without forgetting to make sure that the pleasure was always mutual, the actions always consensual.
And with Donna, all that was taken to a new level now. Within the few weeks of their relationship, he quickly learned that she gains immense pleasure from him handling her body and soul, obtaining immense pleasure from it himself.
But she never asked for it this explicitly, and she never asked him for this level of surrender yet.
Which is why, despite his arousal, he asks hesitantly "Are you sure?", needing reassurance before he can comply with her request.
"Please, Harvey. I need this. I need to get this shitshow out of my head."
"Alright," Harvey states calmly, placing the last plate in the dishwasher. "Then go on your knees and suck my dick."
Her body freezes, amazed by the sudden change in his tone, his words shooting a spark directly to her core. Her whole body vibrates with excitement and anticipation, a smug smirk spreading on her face when she kneels in front of him, running her knuckles over the prominent bulge in his pants she's not surprised to find there.
Harvey hisses at the contact, watching her intently as she makes quick work of his belt and fly, pulling his pants down to his ankles. His dick twitches again as Donna runs her tongue over her lips, preparing herself, starting to place sloppy kisses along his covered shaft until she reaches the hem of his boxers. Slipping two fingers of each hand underneath the waistband, she pulls it down so that his cock springs free and she hums, her mouth watering at the sight of the pulsating veins and swollen head.
"Lick me," Harvey simply demands, and before the words fully leave his mouth her tongue sneaks out, teasing the slit, running along the ridge of his cockhead. He's fully hard by now and Harvey braces himself on the counter behind him, keenly watching how Donna savors his manhood.
She lets go of his head, repeatedly running her tongue along the underside of his full length, all the way from the base to the tip, enjoying how he's twitching with every lick and how Harvey's breathing gets heavier.
"Open your mouth," he orders next, gathering her hair in his hand and entering her inviting mouth. He runs the tip over her bottom lip before he sinks into her warmth and without another demand Donna closes her lips around his girth and starts bobbing her head, sucking him like a popsicle.
"Ah, yes. Deeper," Harvey gasps and Donna does, swallowing him further, as deep as she can. Pulling back soon, he lets her catch her breath as he keeps stroking his hardness, watching Donna from above.
"Let me fuck your mouth," he requests then and Donna whimpers, willingly opening her mouth again, her eyes wide and pitch black as she looks at him through her long lashes.
Harvey tightens the grip on her hair to hold her head in place and thrusts in her mouth, watching the tip of his cock appear and disappear on the inside of her cheek several times, stroking the emerging bulge with his thumb. "Yeah, that's so hot. You're so hot."
Needing more, he aims deeper, pushing his length further into her mouth, hitting the entrance of her throat. "Can you take it?" he presses between deep grunts and Donna just "Mhmhs" her reply while she pierces him with her lustful gaze.
"Ugh fuck," Harvey whimpers, out of his mind with want as Donnas lips eventually reach the base of his shaft. He pulls back out a second later and Donna gasps for air, a load of saliva following his cock out of her mouth, and she hums in pleasure, licking her lips, appreciating the short break.
"You alright?" Harvey asks, her eager nod all the confirmation he needs. "That what you wanted?" he adds, lazily pumping himself.
"Fuck yes," Donna retorts, holding on to his legs for balance.
"Come on, get up," Harvey says, taking her hand and pulling her up to him, diving in to kiss her deeply and passionately, temporarily switching from hard to soft just like he knows she enjoys.
He leads her to the dining table and kisses her some more, turning her around in the process so that he can lower the zipper on the back of her dress and remove it together with her underwear. He takes some time to worship her naked body, kneads her breasts and ass, bumping his cock between her cheeks to tease them both.
"Bend over," he orders and she does, causing him to kneel behind her and start to eat her out, her wetness turning him the fuck on, her loud moans and groans filling the air. He flicks her clit with his tongue and inserts two fingers into her throbbing core to turn her arousal up another notch and when he sucks her bundle of nerves into his mouth she comes hard, whimpering incoherently.
Harvey gets up, giving her no time to recover, roughly bringing her arms behind her back, taking hold of both her wrists with one hand while his other hand leads his dick to her entrance, intruding on her with one hard thrust that makes her cry out.
Slamming into her, he fucks her fast and hard, tightly squeezing her wrists, leaving no chance for her to move. Just like she asked him to. It's raunchy and naughty, but between the two of them, everything still always feels classy and noble. Because it is. Because it's them, and because that's just how they like it sometimes.
"Please, slap my ass," Donna whines between moans and Harvey does without hesitation, the second slap chasing yet another orgasm through her body that makes her shudder and squirm.
Harvey's hips now smack erratically against her ass and he cries out when he comes, quickly pulling out and spilling his semen all over her butt, spreading it with the tip, sinking into her heat once more as he lets go of her hands, leisurely fucking her until he goes limb inside her.
As she's still lying bent over the table, unable to move from how spent her body feels, he lovingly caresses her reddened cheeks, busy catching his own breath.
"Harvey, that was awesome," Donna sighs, her voice a bit hoarse.
"It was," he smiles, helping her get up and checking her wrists and thighs for any marks his roughness might have left. Besides some red spots that won't stay for long, he doesn't find any.
"Did it work?" he wants to know later when they're tangled up beneath the sheets.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Donna mumbles against his throat and he smirks satisfiedly, her feigned innocence all the answer he needs.