She's greeted with a booming bass as she unlocks the front door to their condo. She wonders what Harvey might be up to, as this sort of upbeat music is usually not the type of genre he listens to at all, nor is the almost earsplitting volume.
Before she gets to the bottom of the matter though, she's in desperate need of a glass of water. A heatwave has been keeping New York in suspense for the last of couple days, and after spending the afternoon on a charity event hosted on the New York Alzheimer's Association's roof terrace she really needs a cool-off right now. Heading to the kitchen she gets a glass and fills it with water from the faucet, thirstily emptying it in one go with greedy gulps.
After taking a deep breath, she sets off in search of Harvey, the music still blaring from their bedroom. She spots him right away when she steps into the doorway and is mesmerized by the sight of him that explains the music. A new wave of heat takes hold of her body, but this time it's definitely not caused by the weather.
Harvey is exercising in the corner of the bedroom, hitting the punching bag that's placed there with his hands clad in boxing gloves. Donna had only seen Harvey boxing a couple of times before, and while this had already been a highly arousing experience, the view she's granted right now is something else entirely.
Harvey is exercising shirtless. Probably because of the heat, but who even cares?
His back is facing the door and he therefore didn't take notice of Donna's arrival just yet, which grants her an exclusive insight into his training session. An insight that makes her feel weak to her knees, her thighs involuntarily pressing together.
There's no other way to put it: he looks incredibly hot, the muscles in his arms and back all tense and pronounced, moving with every punch, sweat running down from his temple and neck, making his skin glisten in the light of the setting sun that's shining through the window in front of him.
Donna watches in awe, overwhelmed by the realization that this sexy-as-hell guy is actually her boyfriend, scratch that, husband, and not only is she impressed by the way he's completely focused and dedicated to his training session, she also finds herself being highly aroused from the scene playing out in front of her.
The movements of his muscles studded with pulsating veins, the sweep of his hips in the short black trunks he's wearing, and the gasps and moans that accompany his every punch - it's all turning her on to no end. He's never been the overly muscular type, just in a very good general shape, and while Donna appreciates that, she can't deny that the state of his body right now is not exactly a turn-off either.
Once again Donna realizes that she won the fucking sexiness lottery with Harvey and she finds herself struggling with how horny she already is from just watching him. Maybe her being tipsy from the fair share of Cocktails she had accelerates this process, but whatever it is - she needs to touch him, kiss him and feel every inch of his body underneath her fingertips right the hell now. Even more so, she needs to be thoroughly fucked by this hulk of a man. Her man.
Determinedly, she starts walking in his direction, still unnoticed by him, reaching for the back of her flowy summer dress and starting to unzip it in the process.
Right at that moment, Harvey seems to notice a movement behind him or her reflection in the window, as he turns around abruptly, sweat dripping from his forehead.
For a second, the two of them just stare at each other with wide eyes, the look he gives her a mixture of surprise and affection, his already dilated pupils darkening and taking on an almost animalistic expression the moment her dress slips to the floor.
He soaks up the sight in front of him, not missing a single beat - white underwear that contrasts perfectly with her freckles and tanned skin as well as the ponytail of fiery red hair that exposes her inviting neck, the pink sandals on her feet that seem to make her legs even longer than they already are.
Damn, he's got the sexiest girl in the universe, Harvey thinks to himself, already feeling a lazy twitch in his pants, his ravenous desire for her clouding his senses.
They lock gazes again with slightly agape mouths and dark eyes, before Donna moves her hands to her back once more to make quick work of the clasp of her bra and let it drop to the floor as well.
Harvey's mouth and eyes open even wider, shamelessly ogling her full breasts peaked with perfect, pink nipples that harden under his gaze. He's still panting heavily, but he doesn't know anymore if it's from his exercising or from his growing arousal.
And he can't believe that this is really happening, that this is his reality now and that scenes like this are no longer just a wet dream. He had many of those dreams over the last decade, and after waking up in damp sheets he often found himself not having another choice but to get himself off to the memories of the dream and this one real night they spent together many many years ago in order to find sleep again. He hadn't expected his dreams to ever come true and he certainly hadn't expected Donna to want him just as much as he wanted her - always and everywhere.
As Donna bathes in the lust that emanates from Harvey she closes the gap between them further, eying him from head to toe, and she almost loses her mind from how fucking hot he looks and from how much she fucking wants him.
"You look like you need a shower," she states with a mischievous glint in her eyes, seductively biting her lower lip and she can see his breath catch in his throat.
Harvey just smirks as he takes off his boxing gloves and fastly approaches her, sweeping her off the floor, eliciting a surprised gasp from her as her legs wrap around his hips on instinct. He kisses her passionately and walks them straight to the en-suite, dropping her off on the vanity where he moves between her legs.
The heels of her shoes dig into the back of his thighs as she drags him closer, and they lose themselves in another deep kiss that makes them forget all about the background music, his hands settling on her hips and then moving upwards along her sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
He cups her breasts with both hands and lets his head sink down, resting it between her glorious globes and starting to kiss the skin in the valley of her breasts, soon moving to tease her puckered nipples with lips and tongue.
Donna's hands roam his whole body, not finding it in her to care about all the sweat in the slightest, her arousal making everything else meaningless. She feels how tense the muscles are in his arms, his back, his pecks and ass, and wave after wave of heat rush down to her core from the way they feel all puffy under her touch, and she can't suppress a low moan from how much this is turning her on.
Eventually, Harvey bends down to kiss along the inside of her right thigh, slowly moving forward until he arrives right in front of her hot, soaked center.
"God, how can you be this wet already," he wonders, breathing cold air against her drenched underwear.
Donna sighs and smirks. "Well, I've been watching you for quite a while, you know?"
Harvey groans, the way she's this affected by watching him turning him on to no end, and he gives her pussy a firm lick through the panties, but is fast in tearing them down her legs because he's hungry for the taste of her bare slit.
Eagerly licking her folds and sucking her clit he works her up quickly until she's a writhing mess. He sinks a finger into her hot entrance and curls it, then adds a second and soon a third one, fucking her with his fingers while she's losing her goddamn mind, arching her back for more contact as he repeatedly brushes the sweet spot deep inside her.
Donna's fingers grasp the wet strands of Harvey's hair and pull on them with despair, and soon he feels her walls convulse around his digits, her moans growing louder and high-pitched until she comes, the orgasm rippling through her body.
He patiently rides her through before he retracts his fingers from her and licks them clean. Opening her eyes, Donna watches him with hooded eyes and he gives her a smug grin when she says "Wow, that was hot."
Harvey gets back up on his feet to kiss her deeply and give her a taste of herself, tenderly cupping her rosy cheeks and resting his forehead against hers in order to catch his breath.
They are a total mess, new droplets of sweat running down Harvey's temples and dripping down onto Donna's torso, her skin now also covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It's definitely time for a shower.
He helps her down from the vanity and she finally takes off her high heels, walking into the shower and giving him a wink to follow her.
He makes quick work of his sweatpants and boxers that long since became way too tight around his thick, hard cock, the swollen tip leaking with precum.
Donna admires Harvey's naked body once more as he joins her under the stream of water, now with the glorious addition of his impressive member standing proud and tall in his lap. She leans in for another kiss, at the same time reaching for his cock to squeeze the base firmly. Harvey groans loudly at her forceful touch, afraid to come from that alone.
He really doesn't find it in him to hold back any longer, their foreplay having him on the brink of sanity, so he lifts her up once more, harshly pushing her against the wall with a thud, eliciting an Ouch from her. He mumbles a sorry and then enters her in a bit of a hurry with one deep thrust that makes her cry out and him grunt deeply in mere relief and increased arousal.
He sets a high pace right from the beginning, giving her walls no time to adjust to his girth, literally fucking her against the wall. Their mixed whimpers, groans and cries fill the room and echo from the walls as Donna clings to him, hands clawing his shoulder blades, her fingernails about to leave marks on his skin, but she really couldn't care less, so good does he fuck her, his strong hands safely holding her close.
Her first orgasm might have been strong and intense, but as usual, it only made her greedy for more and didn't leave her anywhere near satisfied, and so she urges him on, telling him how good he feels and how she wants him to fuck her deeper and oh fuck, yes, that's it and oh my god, the delicious roll in each of his pounds stimulating her clit just right.
With his gaze glued to her glorious, glorious tits bouncing up and down with the rhythm, Harvey doesn't last long, emptying deep inside of her after only a few minutes and he is a bit surprised by the quick and unexpected release, his voice cracking when he moans her name. Donna follows right behind, glad that she is being held upright by Harvey's hands on her ass and the wall behind her because she's convinced that her legs would give out under her from the power with which her orgasm hits her.
As they are both coming down from their highs, Harvey keeps rocking into her until his cock goes limp and his muscles give up and he lets her down, looking deeply into her eyes. With matching, satisfied smiles on their faces they catch their breaths and bathe in the aftermath of their lush lovemaking as they take their time to shower properly.
Later in the kitchen, while they are cooking dinner together, he tells her about the broken air conditioning in the boxing studio and how this forced him to move his workout to their home. Donna silently prays for him to from now on do this more often.