A/N: I am in a writing slump. This is just silly sloppy smut for this Eclipse Monday.

Enjoy!

M

"Harveyyy, let me know when you're going to stop." Donna instructed, her voice muffled from the position she was in. She was bent over in the passenger seat, painting her toenails in her strappy Jimmy Choo heels.

Harvey raised his eyebrows in amusement. "So, explain to me again why you are doing this now and while you're wearing your shoes," Harvey asked as he put the Maserati Modena SUV he rented from the car club into self-driving mode. He enjoyed driving well enough, but he wasn't against driving smarter.

He relaxed his grip on the Italian leather steering wheel, grinning to himself about the superior automobile choice he had made for their weekend trip.

"This is a nice ride. Don't you think?"

"Hmhmm, sure. Isn't it the same one we used last time?" His wife said—still bent over—busying herself with her feet.

He rolled his eyes. "Donna, this is a completely different type of car. The fact that you of all people, Mrs. Specter—"

"Paulsen-Specter."

"Yeah, whatever, anyway... The fact you don't know the difference between an SUV and a sedan is a tragedy."

He heard his wife huff a sigh of frustration.

"The only tragedy right now is if you hit another bump and my toes get messed up, so help me, Harvey Reginald Specter."

He released the vehicle's self-driving mode. "Okay, okay!"

She sat up quickly to give him the look and he flashed her his winning Specter smile, the one he knew she loved and she mumbled under her breath how much she loved him (well, at least that's what he heard).

She bent over once more, her torso resting on her thighs as she continued her task.

"You never answered my question. Why are you doing that now?" He asked her, keeping his eyes focused on the road.

"Harvey. I told you. I needed to paint my toes and my day got away from me, so I decided to paint them in the car, and when I paint them with my shoes on, they won't get ruined."

He chuckled. "Oh, well, when you explain it like that, it all makes perfect sense," he said sarcastically.

"Yes. Now, please let me know when you're going to take any turns, make any stops or even slow down or speed up."

"So basically, you want me to tell you when I DRIVE."

Donna sat up. Her bottom lip curled in a tiny pout. "Harvey," she said and he averted his gaze briefly to his wife. She continued, "Please, this is serious. I don't want to mess up."

He nodded his reply, then returned his eyes back to the road, focusing on driving smoother for his wife.

There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Donna. And that was before they were married; now he'd move mountains for her if he could and driving smoothly (whatever that meant) was exactly what he was going to do for her.

"There," she said, sitting up a few minutes later. "Done!" She carried a sense of accomplishment in her voice.

Relieved, Harvey mumbled under his breath, "Thank God."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

He side-eyed his wife as she pulled the vanity mirror down, fixing her hair and adjusting her sunglasses to her face. A small smile hijacked his face.

He loved his wife.

Seconds later, Donna reached over and squeezed his forearm. "Harvey, you did great. Thank you."

He nodded, his gaze fixed on the road. "Anddd…"

"And I am extremely grateful."

"Anddd…"

Donna giggled. "Mr. Specter, are we negotiating terms?"

His wife was flirting with him.

Her voice washed over every inch of his body, sending blood straight to his groin. He shook his head and when he glanced over, Donna had shifted in the plush leather passenger seat, turning her torso toward him.

He chuckled. "You do know I'm still the best closer, right?"

Donna bit her bottom lip and Harvey moaned before returning his eyes back to the open road.

She rested her elbow on the center console, then placed her hand over his, which was resting on the round automatic shift dial.

"I do know that. And I also know that we are spending an entire weekend in the Poconos; I think we can come up with some firm terms."

Harvey smiled his spectacular Specter smile.

"I can hardly wait."

Harvey didn't have to wait long.

Forty minutes later, she was straddling his waist and peppering his face with kisses. She had instructed him to pull over on a secluded road and he obliged.

"Donna," Her name was on his lips in a needy plea and when she pressed her lips against his, it wasn't a kiss, more like an inhale. She wanted to suck every ounce of Harvey Specter inside her. She needed to breathe him into every cell of her body, like an addict needs a drug.

His lips dragged across her skin. Salty, mixed with perfume, teased his palette. A loud moan escaped her mouth as he continued to nip and kiss at the delicate parts of her neck.

Harvey pulled away and Donna playfully pouted at the loss of him.

"Mrs. Specter. You do know we were only an hour away from the hotel, right?" His hands were roaming freely under her summer dress as he spoke and her body shivered from his touch. Her soft skin under his fingertips sent blood straight to his already hard dick.

Her ass, hips and thighs. All his.

His eyes scanned her body, perched proudly on top of him and he licked his lips at the sight of her.

Donna tilted her head and returned a coy smile. "I couldn't wait."

Then, with dark, desperate eyes, she pulled him in for another kiss. Her soft lips were mashing against his, parting to invite his tongue inside. He'd tasted exquisite before—but nothing ever came close to her.

A moment of separation enabled Donna to pull her dress over her head and toss it on the floorboard. A long whimper escaped her mouth as Harvey instantly reached around her back and unhooked her pink lace bra.

Thank god for trees and tinted windows.

When he was finally able to feel her perfect, ample breasts in his hands, it felt like the air had been knocked out of his chest. He moaned as his fingers played with her erect nipples and she rocked against his hard dick. He couldn't get enough of her. Knowing very well that their time together in the car needed to be short. He decided to make the most of it. His hand found her wet center. It was smooth and warm and the neurons in his brain misfired from every sensation his fingers felt as he pushed them past her opening. She smiled against his cheek as he moved his digits in and out, her body rocking along with him.

"Harvey," she whispered against his ear.

"Hmmm?" He said, concentrating on his task.

Her eyes were closed as she pressed her forehead against his. Still moving with every thrust of his finger, she replied. "Let's move to the back. More room."

"Are you sure?" He asked her.

A small smile and a husky "Trust me" followed her reply.

Harvey made sure to lock the doors before he crawled after her to the back seat and they both laughed as one of his legs caught on the driver seat as he made his way to the back. When he overcorrected, he clumsily landed face-first against her stomach.

"Since you were so careful earlier, I believe I owe you." His beautiful wife said to him as she situated herself on her knees against the floorboard.

"Donn—"

"Harvey, sit right here," she instructed him as she patted the empty spot in front of her. He was compelled to listen. He used the roof of the car to offer him stability as he situated himself with his legs straddled in front of her. Before she was able to do anything, he gathered her face in his hands and kissed her swollen lips passionately one more time before she pushed him back.

She had the prettiest, sexiest smile and her pink lips shone from all the attention he had given them.

Donna reached for the zipper on his pants.

Harvey held his breath.

He barely uttered a whisper of her name, wincing at the immense pleasure he experienced when she finally freed his dick from his boxer-briefs.

"Oh god," he managed as she slowly moved her hand up and down the length of him. He closed his eyes, trying to control the urge to not blow his load right then and there. Harvey white-knuckled the door handle with one hand while his other hand was still using the ceiling of the vehicle for stability.

Donna spoke in a voice that was reserved only for him. "Look at me."

He swallowed hard and listened. Shit, he always listened to her.

Harvey watched as she leaned forward. And with her mouth, she encircled the tip of his dick, sealing the sensitive part of him with her exquisitely supple lips. Warmth and electricity surged through his body as she slowly swirled her tongue around the head of his penis. Donna hummed against his delicate skin and pre-cum squirted in her mouth. Harvey never lost control. But somehow, with Donna, anything was possible.

He closed his eyes. "Shit, Donna. I'm sor—"

She slowly removed her mouth, and then, when she looked up, she swallowed his salty fluid with a smile across her face.

"Don't. I'm going to make you come and I don't want you to stop until you've emptied every last drop. Do you understand, Harvey?"

He nodded, placed his hands on her head and moved his fingers through her red strands. Before Donna took him in her mouth again, she placed his hard dick between her breasts, dragging them up and down the length of his hard member.

"Oh god, Donna!" He cried out and his hands found her naked shoulders. His fingers dug into her skin. He didn't know how much more he could take.

"Donna, please."

Harvey didn't beg. But when it came to Mrs. Specter, he'd get on his knees if it meant he could lose himself in her.

Donna smiled that smile and Harvey moaned. Then, without hesitation, she switched her breasts for her mouth again and every fiber in his body screamed her name as she moved her mouth tightly up and down his shaft.

Harvey tilted his head against the backseat and his hips jerked as the overwhelming sensation of Donna's soft, warm mouth engulfed every inch of his hard dick. He desperately dug into her flesh with his hands with every smooth undulation she performed. It took every ounce of willpower to refrain from pushing his dick deeper into her mouth. He moaned loudly into the small space of the car as hot pressure pulsated throughout his groin.

Donna's hands gripped his thighs, stabilizing his body as she continued to work him over.

"Oh, Donna! I'm…going…to…," he blurted out between breathy gasps.

He was only able to glance down for a second to see a flash of red hair working him over before he had to close his eyes again. It was all too much and wonderful at the same time. He was teetering on the edge of pure bliss and self-control and it was electrifying.

Harvey felt the familiar, tingling pressure rise to the tip of his dick. The sounds of Donna's oral prowess pushed him past his edge as she moved her tongue along the shaft of his penis. One final suck and push sent his salty load spilling directly into her warm mouth.

Donna kept her mouth firmly around his member as he came down from his climax. His body shook and his ears burned as her warm breath saturated him one final time before she slowly removed her mouth from his sensitive dick.

A smile of accomplishment adorned her face before she crawled up the length of his body. She tucked him carefully back inside his pants and he engulfed her in a loving embrace.

Harvey's breath settled into a normal rhythm.

"Donna, that was—" he whispered.

"I know," she said.

He kissed the top of her forehead. "I love you."

"I know that too. Now let's get to the hotel so you can return the favor."

Grinning ear to ear, he replied. "I knew there was a reason why I rented the Maserati."

Donna laughed and a tiny snort escaped her.

"You're an idiot."

Harvey chuckled. "Maybe. But I'm an idiot who knows how to drive fast."

Forty minutes later

"Mr. and Mrs. Specter, enjoy your stay."

The young woman said, then watched the handsome couple walk away, hand in hand toward the elevators, giggling and laughing as they did so.