A/N: Inspired by this tweet darveyasp0rn/status/1795522087710491076

If you're not into dirty talk, this probably isn't for you :x

Branded

Words float through Donna's mind, and then fall from her lips, her voice thick with raw emotion, "If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to find someone who will."

"Oh, I'm sure there's plenty who would," Harvey laughs softly, the bed shifting beneath his added weight as he positions himself behind her. "But no one fucks you like I do," he rasps, smoothing his hands across her ass, tickling and scratching in nonsensical patterns. "Hard and dirty, like you need."

Donna's breath hitches. She can feel his eyes feasting on her bareness, drinking in the sight of her in this pose. She knows it is completely obvious just how ready she is. Harvey knows it, too. And yet he continues to tease her, his hips lingering just far enough to keep his cock from brushing against her.

"Babe, please…" Donna whimpers.

Those long fingers dip between the cleft of her ass, stroking down, so slowly that it's torturous, to the puffy, swollen, wet lips of her sex.

"Let me enjoy this a little more," Harvey says, his desire making his voice sound husky.

Donna clenches handfuls of duvet and locks her elbows, groaning when he slips one finger inside of her, followed by a second. "Damn it, Harvey!"

"Just checking if you're ready for me," he teases, licking his lips.

"Yes," she whines, her voice high and desperate.

He chuckles, removing his fingers so that he can rub in tight circles around her sensitive clit. "Mm, I think so too."

Donna knows that if he keeps this up, she won't last long at all. But just as her body tenses in anticipation of release, she feels the bulbous head of his dick poised at her opening.

A low, wanton groan tears out of her throat when Harvey pushes deep into her with a loud, drawn-out moan. He starts slowly, watching the muscles in Donna's back ripple as he fucks her.

"God, Donna, you're so tight. I swear, I don't ever want to pull out of you."

Her moans grow more urgent, and he picks up the pace, gripping her waist to steady them both. With each thrust of his hips, Donna meets him with a counterthrust, syncing them in a perfect rhythm.

"Fuck," she cries out as she sinks down onto her elbows, unable to support herself any longer. "Your cock feels so good inside me!"

She wants this deliciously erotic act to go on until they can both no longer move, but she can feel her pleasure mounting and it's getting harder and harder to resist. They will both probably be sore in the morning – the thought makes Donna grin into her pillow.

"You want me to fuck you harder?" Harvey asks, and gets a soft, anticipatory sigh in response.

His thrusts become more erratic, his hands clutching at Donna's hips so forcefully he knows there will be impressions left behind by his fingernails. But he doesn't care. He's so close, his body feels like it's a writhing mass of need, of want, of pleasure. Harsh, ragged breaths come from his throat.

Donna isn't able to stop the instinctual roll of her hips, surging back to meet Harvey's thrusts, her flesh quivering with the impact. Turning her head, she looks over her shoulder, hazel eyes widening at the image of his flushed face, his body glistening with perspiration.

"You're so hot," she lets out, breathlessly. "I love watching you fuck me."

They both share a smirk as their eyes meet. A few more thrusts, and then Harvey throws his head back and lets out a guttural moan. His entire body shudders as he climaxes, his nails digging even deeper into her hips.

Donna watches it all, gaping at the glorious tableau of him falling to pieces. It's rare that he comes first, and there's something special about witnessing him shut his eyes and claw at her skin as she feels the surging convulsions of his release into her.

Once Harvey catches his breath, he sits back on his heels, gripping Donna's waist in order to pull her with him and remain inside of her. His chest presses against her back while his hand delves between her legs, rubbing her clit.

"I could do this all night," he murmurs, panting as he jabs his hips in pointed, hard thrusts, eager to get himself ready for another round.

"You're insatiable," she purrs, the words like a prayer.

Soon enough, his cock is fully erect for a second time, and he's pounding into her again. It feels deeper from this position, and Donna tips her head back against Harvey's shoulder, allowing herself to be filled completely. With the added stimulation of his fingers, she doesn't last long.

Her entire body tenses like a coil, her breath hitching for an eternity before she springs apart, coming with a shout so loud that her throat becomes hoarse. She pulses around his dick and spasms against Harvey's fingers until her body can do no more than collapse against the supportive frame of her husband.

The two pant for breath for several minutes, their hearts thundering and their limbs prickling and sore. Tilting her head, Donna finds Harvey's mouth, kissing him with so much force and aggression that her teeth cause his lips to bleed – the taste of blood within their kiss strangely turns him on.

With a groan, he slams his cock back into her so forcefully he almost blacks out, and the cry Donna lets out with his divine ravishment is a song of helpless pleasure to Harvey's ears.

One of her hands twists at her nipples while the other grasps desperately at him behind her. He hums his approval in her ear, sucking at the warm skin and then biting hard, as if patiently molding a work of art.

"You take it so good," he says with a raspy, yet somewhat gentle voice, withdrawing his cock and then driving back into the glory of his wife, sheathing himself to the hilt.

He gently pushes Donna down so that she is no longer pressed to him, but her head hangs down, resting against her folded arms on the mattress below them.

The new angle creates a different sensation yet again. It is sharper, Harvey's cock hitting deeper, more intensely – or, perhaps, Donna thinks, she just feels every single thrust differently than the one before.

She stretches delightfully against him. Loves the sensation of him pushing into her pussy, filling it, stimulating her in a thousand hidden places. He's rough, but never rough enough to actually hurt her. (Unless she asks for it.)

His name spills from Donna's lips in a pleasured moan. "More," she begs, shamelessly, gripping the sheets, and the smile on Harvey's face is sweet, sheepish.

"Anything for you, baby," he grunts.

He runs a hand over the flawless expanse of her back, taking a deep breath. She is so beautiful. He loves watching her come undone underneath him, watching her give in to her own pleasure so completely.

Harvey feels his own heat rising again, but it is nothing to how powerful he feels in that moment, heady with it, wild. He bends over her, planting one hand on the covers and pushing in harder and faster, reaching between them with his other hand to stroke Donna's clit.

His muscles are screaming, but it feels good for him too, enough to keep him moving, driving into her with all the force he can muster. He varies the rhythm a little by grinding his hips into hers and holding for a moment, making a little circular motion that makes her growl in approval.

With Donna pushing back against his thrusts, the movement grinds the base of his cock and ensures that he isn't missing out, that there is plenty of friction for him to enjoy. Far better, though, is the sight of the redhead arching beneath him.

"You like this angle? How deep I am in your tight pussy. Fuck, look at how much you love this," Harvey says, his voice nearly cracking.

"Yes," Donna pants in between breaths that she can barely take, managing a few extra words. "I love how your cock fills me up, baby."

"I'm gonna make you cum all over my thick cock, Donna," he growls, kissing and nibbling her earlobe. "And then I'm gonna cum inside you and watch my seed ooze out of your gorgeous cunt."

When he feels the first flutters of her heat around his fingers that go with her low and rhapsodic groan, Harvey cups her jaw and turns her face towards him so he can plunge his tongue into Donna's mouth, her heavenly flavor flooding his taste buds.

"Good girl," he hums, tugging her bottom lip with his teeth. "Cum for daddy."

Harvey swallows the shout of his name with a hard and demanding kiss, the wild rhythm of the ripples on and in her body as she comes around his dick and fingers making his hips thrust in tandem.

Forehead pressed between Donna's shoulders as he tries to get closer – even though there is no closer than this – he chokes on a scream, the breath so thoroughly yanked from his body with his orgasm that he feels as though he's been thrown out an airlock.

When he gasps, it's a noisy, shaky inhale, and it comes out on a plea of "Donna" like he's begging for mercy. But he keeps pumping hard into her, his seed spurting deep, wringing another soft cry from her, until he's completely spent. He collapses onto her back, slicked with sweat.

Panting, they ride out the sexual high.

"Don't pull out," Donna whispers.

He relaxes, nestling his cock into her. It gives little occasional pulses. She feels incredible. He's so wrapped up in her.

"Did I hurt you?" Harvey murmurs after a beat of silence, his breath warm against her skin as he nuzzles her neck.

"No," she breathes. "You could never hurt me, Harvey."

Even though Donna can't see him, the intimacy of feeling his body around and inside her is intoxicating. There has always been physical chemistry between them, but add emotional chemistry to it and the pleasure explodes.

He drops kisses on her shoulder, these sweet little pecks that make her want to pause and write an ode to his lips.

"I wanna make love to you," he whispers.

A giggle slips out of her, not high pitched like a girly giggle, but deeper and seriously fucking hot.

He gently tugs at her earlobe with his teeth. "What?"

"You seem barely able to move," Donna remarks.

With a slow roll of hips, he pulls back and pushes in. Her mouth comes open on a silent gasp.

"Harvey," she mouths, her voice locked somewhere inside.

"You were saying?" he smirks. He sees her smirking back, and he eases out of her, just enough so he can get her to turn around. "Mm, that's better," he hums. "You're so beautiful. I wanna look at you when I take you nice and slow."

"Are you going all mushy on me now?" Donna says teasingly with a soft smile on her lips. She lets the backs of her fingertips brush over his abs, sending a quiver galloping across his skin.

Harvey's eyes feast on her, on each beloved feature of her body, until his heart is beating so fast, he can scarcely breathe anymore. His gaze takes in her sweet face, her skin shining velvety smooth as if polished by the sun.

He traces her lips with his tongue, before sweeping into the depths of her mouth, and Donna trembles at the gentle exploration. His lips brush the side of her neck, making her inhale deeply. As the breath leaves her in a shaky sigh, she tilts her head to give him better access.

Her grip firm on his dick, she tugs him forward, closer to her entrance. A soft gasp comes out of Harvey's mouth. She licks her lips that still taste of him and spreads her legs wide, lifts her hips, desperate to have him inside her.

They lock eyes as Harvey enters her with one long stroke, making her take him all, and she moans, wrapping her thighs around his waist. He pushes himself deeper into her body, not stopping until his pelvis collides with hers, and then he withdraws until the head is at the peak.

When he plunges in again, her eyes remain locked on him, and he lets his focus laser in on the sight as he stretches her pussy in every direction. Her breath hitches in her throat, and then her lungs clear in a precipitated slam. Her eyes are dark with desire and wet and so hauntingly beautiful; he is sure he'll see this image in his dreams.

Harvey falls into another passionate kissing spell as he increases his rhythm. He lingers at the hollow of Donna's throat, a soft moan escaping his lips. Then he nips at the delicate skin just below her collarbone. Moves higher until he reaches her neck.

He sucks her skin into his mouth in hard, wet pulls in a raw act of possession and Donna cradles his head against her. Harvey meets her soft whimpers with low moans as he keeps sucking… keeps sucking... branding her as his. Leaving a mark not of tenderness but of claim.