The city of Seattle was soon going to become their home. They'd only been there for less than a day, and it didn't yet feel that way, and that would likely continue to be the case for a while, at least until they found a place that they could call their own, one where they could potentially start their family. In the meantime, the Four Seasons in downtown Seattle was their preferred lodging. Mike and Rachel had offered up their house, eager to play hosts and have their friends near after being across the country for so long. However, Donna and Harvey didn't want to impose. Besides, they were a newly married couple, and something shifted after they were declared husband and wife. Their appetite for the other was always vigorous, but recently, their libido was working overtime. Also, the following days were technically their honeymoon, meaning they wanted and needed privacy. Lots of privacy.
That's not to say that they wouldn't have a proper honeymoon in a tropical paradise where Donna would not need much clothing during the entirety of their well-deserved escapade. In this dreamy location, her husband's job would be to thoroughly apply sunscreen to her whole, creamy body every so often, ensuring all uncovered areas were well protected from the sun rays. Harvey would personally see to picking such a destination, with his wife's approval, of course. They only needed to have that real and perfectly planned wedding he promised her. It would be a proper celebration for them and their family and friends to know how much they loved each other. Surely, they were aware of it, had known it for years, maybe even before Donna and Harvey did or were ready to admit it. However, having everyone officially bearing witness to it felt like something they owed themselves and perhaps the universe.
Still, in the coming days, they could try to leave their hotel suite to sort out some details about their new jobs and meet with realtors to ascertain possible housing options. This was currently the case; their friends had invited them for a night out. They wanted them to get to know some of the city, show them around, eat at a great restaurant, and have a nice time. It was hard for them to refuse or make excuses as to why they would much prefer to stay inside after being huddled up the whole afternoon and parts of the morning. Thus, they'd decided to be flexible and show some level of restraint, agreeing to spend a few hours in the company of other people. They could do that. They were rational people who could keep their hands off each other for a short while.
Mike and Rachel would soon meet them in the lobby, and they were still getting ready…
Turning around. "Help me," Donna requested of her husband, showing him her earrings in each hand. One was small, and the other was longer. "Which one should I wear, this one or this one?" She asked him, emphasizing the long pair of earrings. She might've been undecided, but she clearly had a preferred pair.
"Those," he told her, pointing to the short earrings with his index finger.
"Are you sure? I was thinking the long ones were better. That way, I don't need to worry about a necklace."
Her chosen cocktail dress was beautiful and seemly, with a plunging neckline, which would look better if she wore a delicate necklace or, better yet, long enough earrings to distract the direct view of her exposed assets.
"Your neck doesn't need any accessories. I like it like that," he assured her while giving her a sultry glance. "Just you and your freckles are enough." He turned off the tablet he had in his hands from checking some information Mike had shared and placed it on a nearby table. "But I think I can fix that problem," he said, raising a hand and indicating for her to wait. "I'll be right back."
"Harvey, what…?" she tried to ask, but he was faster and skillfully avoided her in passing.
After getting up from the desk chair and crossing to the other end of the room, he approached the armchair at the side of the bed, leaning over and reaching into his jacket pocket. From there, he pulled out a thin, rectangular, black velvet box decorated with a single white, delicate ribbon.
While she awaited his return, she gave in and put on the short earrings.
"What do you have there?" She asked him curiously.
As he got near. "Come," he said, reaching out for her hand, slightly pulling her closer to stand before him. "This is for you. A wedding present," he informed her, turning her hand over and placing the box on her palm.
She looked at him and then at the gift in her hand with a smile tugging at her lips. "What is it?"
He matched her silly grin. "Open it," he said, encouraging her with his eyes.
"Harvey, when did you have time to shop without me noticing?" she asked, removing the delicate ribbon from the box.
"This morning while you napped," he replied. "I got a call from the firm about some information I needed to pass along. You looked so peaceful; I didn't want to wake you, so I snuck outside and started walking around until I found myself in the streets," he continued to explain while she looked at him with amazed, loving eyes. "And there was this little jewelry store, too tiny for this busy area, actually. Anyway, this," he said, referring to the item inside the still-covered box, "was in their window display, and it immediately caught my attention. It made me think of you."
"Of me?" She asked, and he gave her a short nod. "Why?"
"Because of your hair. You'll see," he assured her.
"Well, you were very sneaky because I had no idea," she said while finally lifting the top of the velvet black box.
It contained a classy, timeless necklace in white gold, centered by a precious gem. It was an oval, imperial topaz, subtly colored in a red, burnt-orange hue, encrusted in a range of diamonds. Clear and bright.
"Oh, Harvey," she said his name in the most adoring tone. "It's beautiful!" She was in awe, touching and appreciating the jewel's beauty. "But you shouldn't have. I didn't get you anything. I had no idea we were supposed to exchange wedding gifts."
"Donna, you don't have to get me anything. You already gave me everything I needed when you agreed to be my wife," he informed her, eyes shining with raw honesty.
A genuine smile, as blinding as the sparkling diamonds, completely lit up her face. "Well, in that case, I love my gift," she told him, lifting one arm, letting her hand briefly caress the short hairs at the back of his nape before slightly pulling down his head toward her. Softly, she brushed her lips on his and lightly kissed him briefly, sealing the moment with a final peck. "Thank you"
"I'm glad you like it. I think it would go perfectly with this dress," he said, lifting his hand to slide a finger under the thick strap on his wife's right shoulder. Her skin felt soft and warm under his fingertips, and he became distracted, thoroughly appreciating the view, reveling in the alluring cleavage that the black dress exposed. He wasn't aware of how much time had passed; he kept staring, concentrating on counting his favorite freckles. He was willing to let lust hinder their pre-set arrangement with their friends.
The sound of Donna clearing her throat brought him out of his distraction. "Harvey…"
He looked up and saw her looking at him with a knowing smirk. "Do you want me to put it on?" He asked her, retrieving his hand and giving her a playful smile.
Donna gave him a short nod, and he took the box from her hands and pulled out the gift. She swiftly turned around so he could face her back while she held her hair with one hand to make it easier for him to bring the necklace around. Donna heard as the box her husband tossed landed on the nearby desk. Then, she felt the cool topaz stone touch her heated skin. A chill ran through her body as the gold metal settled on her collarbones.
Harvey secured the clasp and rested both hands on his wife's shoulders. "That's it," he communicated, rubbing her bare skin and then placing a light kiss on her neck, on the opposite side of where she held her hair.
"Thank you, handsome," she graciously said and then let out a long-held breath as a product of the sensation her husband's lips left on her body. "Since you're already there, can you zip me up?"
"Of course," he replied, removing his hands from the side of her shoulders and bringing them to the back opening of her dress.
He began to leisurely glide his hand from the top of the gap, making sure his fingers brushed against his wife's naked skin. When he was halfway down her back, just below her bra, he felt Donna's body shudder under his fingertips.
"Harvey..." His name came out in an unintended whisper. "What are you doing?" She questioned as a nervous chuckle escaped her mouth before continuing. "We need to be in the lobby in about ten minutes."
"Ten minutes is plenty of time." His back curved, bending down and bringing his wet mouth to the space he had traced with his fingers to commence kissing down the lengthy path. "Don't you think?" He asked, rustling against her skin as his hot breath continued to roam her body, his hands clinging to her hips while he allowed his lips to finish the journey his hand had begun.
"May… maybe..." She babbled with anticipation. "If we hurry," she proposed. She could never just say no when her head wasn't the one doing the thinking.
"Challenge accepted," he declared.
Harvey straightened his posture, keeping his hands on her hips and using them to give her a half-twist, effectively turning her around. Once she was facing him, he saw the reflection of his desire in her eyes. Being pressed for time, he promptly hunched down, sinking his face into the nook of her neck. She immediately welcomed him, stretching to grant him more access, and he began to kiss with ample need as he became intoxicated with the rich fragrance of her natural scent mixed with the perfume she had put on a few minutes before.
Simultaneously, his right hand trailed down to her left thigh, pulling her dress up as it lowered. Within seconds, he found the end of the skirt and slid his hand underneath. With no time to waste, his fingers made their way up, leaving a trail of caresses in their wake that ignited the expertly touched skin. Reaching the center of her legs, he rubbed his wife's most sensitive area over her underwear, eliciting a loud moan from her mouth. In turn, he felt his erection hardening even more after hearing that heavenly sound. His hand rubbed more forcefully intending to listen to it again. She did not disappoint him; her lips began to emit groan after groan as she started grinding against his hand. He didn't intend to wait much longer, couldn't even if he wanted to, so Harvey lifted his head from where he'd been kissing and nibbling at her inviting flesh, bringing his face closer to hers.
When their mouths were dangerously close, Donna stopped him, wedging a hand between them. He gazed into her eyes with confusion. She smiled at him before pressing her lips together to silence what would undoubtedly be a moan due to her husband's relentless touch.
When instructing, "Don't kiss me," Donna's voice was a throaty whimper. She pulled back the hand she used to block their mouths. "This shade of lipstick isn't going to hold up to one of our kisses, regardless of how smudge-proof it is," she explained to him.
Immediately, Harvey relaxed his questioning look, understanding and ramping up the game he carried between her legs, sliding his hand inside the hem of the silky fabric that covered his wife's pussy. Without any barriers between his fingers and her, Harvey made Donna repeatedly moan while her mouth stayed open, desperately trying to breathe through his ministrations. He awarded her a smug, triumphant smile while his dark pupils did not lose a single second, refusing to blink and miss the look of pleasure on his wife's face.
Cautiously, she moved closer, touching her forehead to his. They both watched each other with a penetrating stare as she allowed their faces to come together, the tips of their noses touched. At the same time, his fingers moved freely, sliding through her folds and firmly rubbing the nub of nerves with his knuckles, noticing how her wetness increased as a result. The rhythm of his fingers slowed, mimicking the movements of their noses caressing each other, tantalizing the possibility of their mouths meeting despite the circumstances. The repetition of his actions caused her lips to remain slightly ajar. Harvey felt Donna's breath on his lips, and his conviction to not devour her mouth was quickly fading.
It might have been because it became a restriction, but he could swear he'd never wanted to kiss her more. He found himself considering all the possible alternatives to do so anyway, pondering how to get it done without making her too mad at him for disregarding her request. So what if they made their friends wait because she had to reapply her makeup? They were newlyweds, damn it, anyone would understand. Mike would, he was sure. But he doubted his wife would be too happy with him if he explained precisely why he made them late.
There was only one way. And it was not all he wanted, but it was at least something they could settle on. "You kiss me," he said, his voice hoarse with want.
She feebly giggled a little and nodded softly. "Very carefully," she warned him. "Like before," she said, referring to when she sweetly thanked him for the necklace.
"Carefully," he agreed.
With extreme caution, Donna let her lips touch her husband's, kissing him without opening her mouth, moving slowly, and managing to entwine them in a delicate kiss. He wanted more—he would always want more—but he was vaguely appeased by feeling her mouth on his.
Knowing they would soon run out of time, he hurried while enjoying his wife's perfect feel, inserting two digits, one after the other, into her. Her reaction was immediate, moaning right on his lips. He increased the movements of his fingers, and she ceased those of the mild kiss, fearing herself nearly faltering and not being able to stop a proper mind-numbing smooch.
She felt him relax his moves inside of her. "Harvey..." She whined millimeters apart from his mouth. "That's not going to do it in time," she informed him, needing him to properly fuck her with more than just his fingers. Soon, or else, they would both end up annoyed and frustrated.
He growled, slightly sticking out his tongue and tasting her lower lip. "You will just need to reapply it, and that's it," he said, noting that her lipstick was still intact but knowing it might soon be ruined. His tone carried the threat of not giving her exactly what she needed if he didn't get what he wanted.
Rationality had to win somewhere. "No." Donna knew the bright shade would smear all over her mouth and the surrounding skin. She wouldn't have time to use makeup remover and reapply various cosmetics. "No time."
"All right," he finally sounded resigned. "Then... If we can't kiss like we should…" He withdrew his fingers from her heat and pulled his hand out from under her dress, relocating to stand behind her. "Let it be this way," he informed her, moving her to close the distance between them and the most conspicuous angle in the room.
He enclosed her in the corner with two long glass panel walls at each end. The room had a vertical view that allowed them to enjoy the whole city; it was also the perfect moment to watch the colorful sunset. They could see everything from there, and they were at a height where a scene that could be public and open became isolated and completely private. With the minutes rapidly ticking down, there was no time to waste. They both knew it.
Donna had no objections to their newly found location, so she reached down, bending over to remove her underwear, lifting each heeled encased foot until she had stripped it off. At the same time, Harvey unfastened his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Reaching from behind her, he took the thong from her hand to stow it away in his back pocket. She grabbed the end of her dress and lifted it up to her waist, revealing her bare bottom. Promptly, he rested one of his hands on her left ass cheek, and with the other, he freed his vigorous erection.
His throbbing hard-on touched her lower back, causing her to instantly bend over, resting both hands on the clear glass window. Driven by the desire to be inside his wife and feel her around him, Harvey positioned himself at her entrance. With ease, he slid the tip into her soaking, heated core. Then, he steadily plunged in the rest of his length, feeling how his cock received a warm welcome from her tightening walls.
For the first thirty seconds, his hip movement created a smooth and slow tempo, making sure to encase his entire length inside of her each time he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in completely.
Donna was quick to request that he hurry his onslaught. "More," she demanded in a breathy voice, "harder."
Harvey's movements gradually increased until they reached a frantic pace while their eyes witnessed the sun continuing to set on the farthest horizon. For the next three minutes, all the noise that could be heard in that hotel room were their erratic pants and exhilarated breathing, his deep grunts, her squealing moans, but above all, the sound of pounding flesh as his pelvis crashed repeatedly against her buttocks. Eventually, their bodies reached the peak of tension; neither could stand it anymore. Needing to release the pressure, she let go, and he allowed himself to come along with her.
Still submerged in the depths of his wife's body, he curved his spine to be at the right height so he could leave a trail of kisses on her upper and lower back. "I love you," he professed.
"I love you, too," she said, caressing the arm that had become tangled around her waist. "But we have to get going," she reminded him.
"Right." He straightened up, reluctantly leaving the coziness of her body and finally zipping up her dress. Afterward, he backed up enough to allow her to turn around while he readjusted his clothing.
"Fucking with a view, huh?" She asked him teasingly. "That's new."
"I thought I would make it memorable," he shrugged.
Donna gave him a frisky look. "With you…" fluttering her eyelashes at him. "It always is."
His response was an immense smile—the big child-like one she loved, only this time with a distinctive hint of smugness attached. He was so proud, and she enjoyed busting up her ego when it was well deserved.
"You should be careful," he cautioned as she moved around to finish getting ready. "Or I might just not ever let you leave this room."
She looked at her phone and realized they only had one minute left on the clock before they had to be downstairs. "That doesn't sound half bad," she told him as she got into the bathroom for a quick second before they left. "I'm sure we can negotiate something," she said, raising her voice so he could hear.
"Something like what?" He shouted back.
She hurried out of the restroom. "Like I'll kiss you until you can't breathe, and you can kiss me all night long until you get tired, but only after we get back because we need to go right now." She finished telling him, taking hold of his hand and pulling him to the door.
"Deal," he agreed. "But just so we're clear, I'll never get tired of kissing my wife."
They went on to meet their friends with silly smiles plastered on their faces.