A/N: Inspired by this tweet /darveyasp0rn/status/1849155448244760613

I can't believe I'm saying this, but judging by some comments, I apparently have to...

Please don't take my fictional (!) smut as a step-by-step instruction manual for real life. Yes, I'm well aware a cock should never directly go into a pussy after being in the ass. Also, peeing after sex may help avoid UTIs. These are things I usually don't mention, but just because I don't include that particular part in my fic doesn't mean these issues don't exist.

This isn't some scientific or medically accurate essay. It's fiction. And while I strive to stay grounded in reality in my writing, it's not my responsiblity to educate. I'm here to entertain—and, if I'm lucky, offer my readers a brief escape from their lives. Take it or leave it.

So, happy new year to y'all and I hope you enjoy this!

Happy New Year

A slow, sexy smile spreads across Harvey's face as he looks at Donna, lying naked next to him on the couch, her legs tangled with his.

"You're looking a little smug," Donna teases, her voice soft but amused as she tilts her head up to meet his gaze.

He brushes a hand through her hair, pulling her into a slow, lingering kiss that quickly deepens. The movie, the late hour, the rest of the world—they all fade away as their kiss leads to more kisses and more of everything until they lie boneless in each other's arms.

Donna can't say the sex is as hot as it has once been. That hotness has burned high and bright, falling to earth as fast as it has shot into the sky. This hotness burns brighter, longer, and more intense.

Despite her initial assumption that marrying Harvey wouldn't change anything fundamental about how she feels about him, it changed everything. She loves him even more now than she has loved him then. Something she never deemed possible.

Harvey's stomach growls loudly, breaking the moment, and Donna dissolves into laughter. "Hungry?" she asks. "I'll fix us something."

He raises an eyebrow, his tone full of playful skepticism. "An hour into the new year, and you're telling me you already learned how to cook?"

Draping an arm over her torso, he tucks her nude body against his and presses a kiss to the top of her head as he nuzzles his face into her hair. The silken strands are scented with a coconut moisturizer, the fresh aroma billowing up into his nostrils. She drags her fingernails up and down his arm in a tender caress, eliciting a deep sigh from him.

Donna's soft giggle warms his shoulder as she protests lightly, "Hey, I never heard any complaints about my French toast."

Tightening his grip, Harvey pulls her closer to his heart, wondering why it has taken him this long to figure out where he belongs.

They make love. Passionately, continuously, constantly. Every day they can, in every way they can. For them, sex is not just the physical act, though it's most definitely that. It's a way of maintaining a constant communication to and with each other at some level beyond the mere words they speak.

"I'm cooking, but don't get used to it," she says as she works herself loose.

She gives him a show as she stretches, pushing out her breasts—wanting him to drink in the sight of her, wanting him to want her even more—and raking her fingers through the disheveled mass of hair that trails down her naked back. Then she heads to the kitchen at a leisurely pace, her seductive legs reaching for perfection as she gives Harvey plenty of time to admire the taut curve of her ass.

He's rock hard in an instant, as avid and hungry as if they hadn't just made love thirty minutes before. Swallowing the sudden pool of drool in his mouth, he bounds from the couch and bolts across the room to follow her.

Harvey licks his lips, his smoldering gaze resting on the cutest pair of butt cheeks he's ever seen as Donna gathers ingredients and puts them on the kitchen counter. She bends down to pull the frying pan from a cabinet and takes her time, exhibiting the full curvature of her bottoms, flashing her pink pussy lips.

It takes him a moment to detect the movement of Donna's hand, rubbing her clit in circles before two fingers plunge inside. The moan that rips through his wife is pure ecstasy, and her entire body tenses slightly. A thick drop of precum leaks out of Harvey's cock and lands on the floor. In a few quick steps, he's behind her, pulling her against him and kissing her neck.

"You're playing with fire," he says gruffly.

"Are you gonna punish me?" Donna asks, looking up at him over her right shoulder, her voice raspy, riddled with unbridled lust.

Harvey slides the head of his cock between her ass cheeks, and she sucks in a breath as it hits against her puckered hole. "Do you want to be punished like this?" he growls, as he pushes her hand out of the way and lubes his cock with her pussy juices.

"Yes," she whimpers, her eyes rolling back.

Donna feels the first thrust in every nerve of her body, as her ass is opened up by his cock. She cries out and instinctively pulls herself forward, her elbows braced on the counter, but he moves with her and thrusts again, pushing himself all the way inside. The sweet kind of pain, the one that makes her feel like her ass is being torn open, quickly takes over every thought.

"God, yes, Harvey," she mewls. "Just like that."

He begins moving in and out, slowly at first, but increasing speed with every thrust. "God, you're so tight," he rasps, leaning forward to nip at the back of her neck.

Her pussy spasms hard, her orgasm building as Harvey pounds into her tiny hole at a faster and harder rhythm. Donna feels her cunt begging to be touched, and she groans, loving the way his cock strokes the muscles in her ass, making them tighten and then relax, increasing her need for something in her pussy.

She reaches under her and dives her fingers deep into her quivering heat. The moment she feels those fingers slide into her, her orgasm explodes and she cries out, overwhelmed by the sensation of her ass and pussy being filled and fucked. She barely hears Harvey's groan, but she feels his body shudder slightly before he pulls out.

"Fuck, I can't… I'm gonna…"

Before a protest can issue from her lips, Harvey wraps a steely arm about her hips and easily lifts her feet from the ground. As her ass connects with the cold marble of the countertop, Donna lets out a soft gasp. He devours her lips, invading her mouth with his tongue, and she pushes into him with full force. Her fingernails sink so deep into the hard cheeks of his ass that he gives a guttural groan, pain shooting up his spine.

"Jesus, Donna," he hisses.

Straight away, he starts pounding her hard, watching his cock get lost deep inside her soaked pussy. She rolls her gaze up his body, taking in the sight of his toned muscles flexing with each thrust. Her moans grow louder as the head of his cock hits her cervix with each stroke, a cry ripping from her throat at the first contact.

"Fuck, Harvey–oh fuck, harder! Please, if you–that's the spot, that's it!" Desperation fills her voice, her movements becoming more jerky, making his head spin. "God, I'm gonna–I'm so close, I–"

He reaches out and gathers her long, auburn hair through his fingers, closing his fist around it as he pulls her towards him. He doesn't kiss her, just lingers with his mouth mere inches away from hers, watching her face as he fucks her with abandon.

"There… right fucking there," Donna says, her voice barely above a breath. "Don't stop!"

Drops of sweat drip down Harvey's chest as he quickens his pace, sensing her second orgasm is close. He struggles to withhold his own climax but keeps going until Donna's body falls out of control, trembling uncontrollably and she's coming hard, screaming his name.

A few, deep thrusts later, he fills her insides with his hot sticky cum as he spurts his load in her clenching pussy. His loud, aggressive orgasm sweeps over him like a tidal wave, his cock still throbbing inside her as he slowly comes down from his high, panting breathlessly.

Harvey glides a hand down her leg, massaging her calf with slow, circular motions, and takes great pleasure in watching her lips part slightly to hum her praises, her eyelids fluttering. He strokes his hand up to her knee, kneading the sensitive flesh, before cupping her cheek and kissing her—slowly at first, then more hungrily.

Gasping for air, they break apart, and Harvey buries his face against the side of her neck. "Happy New Year, Donna," he murmurs softly, the words carrying the warmth of intimacy and the lingering buzz of the moment.

Donna chuckles as her hands drift across his back, her fingers tracing aimless patterns. "Happy New Year to you too," she replies, her voice low and content.

He shifts slightly, his arm curling more securely around her waist, pulling her closer. "This is the best start to a year I've ever had," Harvey admits, his lips brushing her skin as he speaks.

Her fingers pause for a moment, then resume their gentle caress. "Well, you set the bar pretty high," she teases, a smile tugging at her lips. "What happens next year?"

"Guess we'll have to make it even better," he says, raising his head to look at her, his eyes soft with affection and a touch of mischief.

She meets his gaze, her smile widening. "Challenge accepted."

Outside, another round of fireworks lights up the night, but neither of them spares it a glance. The only light they care about is the glow in each other's eyes.