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“Trust me, have I ever steered you guys wrong?” Mike proclaimed to his three reluctant passengers.
Harvey scoffed. “Do you really want any of us to answer that?”
“Yeah, on second thought—”
Rachel leaned forward from the backseat, squeezing his shoulder around the driver's headrest. “It's okay, Mike. I trust you. I mean… I'm sure you took into account that none of us are avid campers, and considering Harvey is with us, civilization has to be nearby,” she said with a wink to her fellow passenger princess, Donna.
Donna silently mouthed yes in return, hiding playfully behind Harvey's seat as she did it. Rachel giggled at her friend's silent affirmation.
Harvey shook his head. "Hell no, I refuse to take all the blame." With a thumb gesture toward the backseat, he added, “I'm going to ignore that and let the record reflect that I was not the one who complained abou—”
Donna piped up, joining in on the verbal sparring between friends. “Don't you dare, Harvey Reginald Specter. My only concern was the bathroom; I refuse to use an outdoor public shower…”
Rachel leaned back, adjusting herself comfortably in the backseat for the long car ride ahead of them. With her chin in the air and a flip of her hair, she agreed. "God, no, please! I second that.”
Mike smiled through the rearview mirror at the pretty brunette he now called his wife. “Babe, I promise, you won't have to share an outdoor shower with anyone but me.”
Harvey winced. “Mike! C’mon… mental pictures… Do you mind?”
Donna and Rachel laughed, and Mike smirked at his best friend's protest. “This is going to be a long car ride, isn't it?”
“Yes!” His three passengers exclaimed unanimously.
Two hours later, Harvey was stretching his long legs outside the black Porsche SUV he had borrowed from the car club. Several months ago, Mike was insistent they take a trip as couples, and while Harvey had planned to be more involved in the planning of said getaway, he had been way too busy and left all the details to Mike. Now regretting his lack of oversight, he was thoroughly aggravated.
“Hey, you. You okay?” The brightest, most beautiful woman in his world asked as she joined him outside. His arms instinctively opened to receive her and she stepped into his space, wrapping herself against him, and he suddenly didn't feel as irritated. She had a way of doing that to him. Disarming him, comforting him, and all around making him feel better. Harvey sighed. Squeezing her in a bear-type hug—he kissed the top of her head—inhaling her jasmine scent as he let his mouth linger. “Yeah… yeah. But next time I'm doing the planning.”
She giggled. “Harvey, if you'd planned it, we'd be going to Atlantic City.”
“And—”
“Andddd, this was supposed to be an adventure, something different!” She teasingly poked at his chest.
“Well, this is certainly different,” he said, looking around the densely wooded area. Mike and Rachel were inside a small office cabin, checking in, while he and Donna waited among the great outdoors (although Harvey questioned the greatness of it). Her warm body pressing up against his reminded him that the only redeeming aspect of the entire trip was her. He would be spending three entire days alone with Donna. No Louis, no bothersome associates, no annoying firm partners trying to manipulate her time. In fact, the only person who would be manipulating her time would be him.
His hands moved down her back, then, in one calculated and very smooth movement, he swept them under the pink fuzzy sweater she was wearing. A gasp followed by a tiny whine escaped Donna's mouth when his fingers dragged along her soft skin to the front of her stomach, leaving a path of goosebumps in the wake of his touch. Her hot breath pricked his nape as his name croaked past her lips in a hushed and needy plea. "Harvey." And it caused his already growing dick to strain against the zipper of his pants.
“Shhhh, listen to me, baby girl. When I get you in whatever godforsaken makeshift shelter Mike has booked for us, I'm going to rip all your clothes off and bury myself balls deep inside that warm pussy of yours. Do you understand?”
Donna nodded quickly against his shoulder, reaching for his forearms for stability. She clearly understood the assignment.
He growled this time as his hands reached her perfect breasts, grazing her already hard nipples through the silk material of her bra. Her breath was erratic with every squeeze and flick, and all he wanted to do was place his mouth on her pink areola and suck—hard. Donna threw her arms around his neck, granting his hands better access to her full bosom, and when she tilted her head up, his lips crashed into hers. He’d settle for her sexy mouth this time, knowing very well he’d eventually have every inch of her body later. She was all his for the taking, and fuck it if he wouldn’t be doing just that.
Kissing Donna always felt like the first time, and he relished every inch of her sweet mouth by pushing his tongue past her teeth—her own tongue embarking on a needy journey to taste him. They stayed locked in their passionate exchange, breath rasping together, and when he unclasped her bra, freeing her glorious fullness, she moaned in his mouth. And when she pulled away, she took his bottom lip with her. Their bodies were a tangled mess, and Harvey was seconds away from taking her against the car.
He could plead insanity against a public lewdness charge. Hands down, Donna was driving him fucking crazy.
Rachel and Mike were done checking in and walking toward them. "Oh, come on, Harvey! Can’t you wait?” An animated Mike exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air as if he were an eighty-year-old grandpa.
“Fuck off, Mike. Give Donna the key, or whatever the hell gets us into our tent."
"It's referred to as a Yurt, Harvey." When Rachel pointed out his mistake, he grunted in response. He might have been talking to Mike, but his eyes were fixed on Donna. Her lips were already swollen from the attention he had lavished on them, and while he had slowly removed his hands from underneath her sweater, her bra was still hidden underneath. In truth, it wasn’t offering any support at the moment; it was already half-off her body. But neither Mike nor Rachel seemed to notice, or if they did, they knew to keep their mouths shut.
Donna offered an open hand to Mike and he placed a small fob in her hand. Harvey shook his head and then nodded in the direction of the car, adding a matter-of-fact statement, as if he were arguing a stance in court. “Can we please get in the car so I can finish what I started?”
No further comments, your honor. I would like to be excused so I can fuck my girlfriend.
“Harvey, you are insatiable!” Mike said as they all piled into the vehicle.
“Glamping is stupid," Harvey grumbled.
He threw their weekend bags on the floor of the quasi-posh tent they would be staying in for three days. The bathroom was, in fact, outside, but it was surrounded by lush vegetation and a high wooden privacy fence. Completely open to the elements. He would, of course, be fucking her in the shower. It wasn’t up for debate. As if his pretty red head would be arguing when he took her from behind. No, he suspected she’d be screaming his name in pleasure.
Donna giggled. “Grumpy pants.”
She sauntered closer, pulling her bra out from under her sweater and dramatically dropping it from her hand. She added a sexy wink for effect. His dick begged for attention as he watched her approaching, and when she reached her final destination, which was him, in case anyone needed a refresher, they would always and forever be one another's final destination. They stood inches apart now—his mind already planning all the wonderful things he intended to do to her over the next three days. He made haste and unbuttoned his shirt while he watched her slowly unzip her jeans, the ones that hugged every curve of her ass. His shirt fell to the floor, and her hands instantly moved to his naked chest, exploring every crevice and corner as if he were a prize she had just won. Even though he knew he was the clear winner between the two of them.
“Speaking of pants. I’d like to take mine off now.”
Donna hummed in the space between them, her eyes filled with desire. “Not before you finish taking mine off.”
He pulled her sweater over her head, and she smiled a wicked smile. "God, woman, you drive me nuts.”
“Good,” was all she said before their hands worked together to first remove her jeans (because ladies first) and then his.
“Fuck, no underwear, Donna… “ his voice deep with gravel when he spoke—he was a man teetering on the edge of restraint.
She shrugged, and he grasped behind her bare ass, scooping her up in one full motion, driving her hot arousal flush against his waist. Her lips crashed into his, and it wasn’t until he threw her on the bed that they came up for oxygen. He had debated once to himself whether he needed air or Donna to live; the jury was still out.
He slipped out of his boxer briefs and he watched as Donna sat up on her elbows, scrutinizing his naked form as if it were the first time she had ever laid eyes on him. He puffed his chest at her obvious adoration, but Harvey always wanted more. He wanted to hear her say it. He needed to hear her.
His hand stroked his hard dick. “You like what you see, beautiful?”
Donna's eyes filled with lust and envy. She wanted him; she wanted his dick inside her. She licked her lips and his cock ached for her. He growled. “Say it… Donna.”
She opened her long, strong legs wide for him. Mine, his own body screamed.
“I don't like what I see; I love what I see, and I love that it's all mine,” she declared with an intensity that made him swell with pride.
“You're damn right. I'm yours. And your sweet, oh so fucking tight pussy is all mine,“ he snarled.
“Please, Harvey! I need you!” She didn't have to cry out because her hips bucked and her hands clawed at the white comforter—calling him home. Her entire body screamed for him to invade and wreck every inch of her.
Fuck…. He kneeled down at the foot of the bed, grabbed her ankles and pulled her glistening, swollen pussy within inches of his face. Her breath hitched and when he finally dove his face between her legs, she screamed his name as he used his mouth to worship every inch of her ripe pussy. Licking, biting and sucking his way until her walls closed around his tongue and her thighs clamped like a vice on his ears, her own hands smashing him deeper inside as he tasted every ounce of her hot climax.
“So good, you taste so good for me...“ He whispered against the inside of her leg as her orgasm finished ripping through her body. Donna hummed in satisfaction and her body trembled as he peppered her sensitive area with tiny kisses before he lifted his head from between her thighs. “But my dick is jealous, baby; it needs to be inside you. Deep inside.”
“Yes! Please… deep… Harvey… “ She was barely finished with her first orgasm and she was already begging for more. More of him.
“I fucking love you; now I'm gonna fill you up and make you come again," he declared confidently.
He crawled over her naked body and when he hovered above her center, she opened her legs wider (he made a mental note to thank her yoga instructor). Donna smiled as she reached down and wrapped her soft, delicate fingers around his hardness. His body ignited under her touch and when she guided him down, his hips took over, plunging past her opening and into her warm, spongy core. Twin moans escaped past their lips and because he believed at that moment he would die if he didn't start moving inside her, as if his very life depended on it (fuck air, Donna was what he needed to live), he pushed deeper inside, every thrust bringing him closer to eternity.
Balls deep, he needed to be balls deep. In and out. Deeper, fuck, how was it that her leg was in the air now? Did he do that? He gathered her up in his arms, bracing her tight against his chest, her full breasts wonderfully smashed against his skin as he did so. He increased his rhythm. And when he buried his face into her neck, he sucked the sensitive spot under her ear. She moaned a moan so thick he felt it in his toes and joined in, matching her intensity.
“Harvey… I'm so close... I'm gonna come!”
He squeezed her and engulfed her as his hips performed the magical spell that would push her over the edge and take him with her. Because he'd always follow her. “Come on, baby... come for me; take me with you; that's my girl—I can feel your sweet pussy swallowing me up!”
In and out...
Faster...
Deep…deeper…
Harvey gripped the edge of the bed with one hand while his other held her firmly in place as every muscle in her core clamped down around him. His mind exploded in shades of blues as her second orgasm claimed him as her prisoner and he willingly surrendered, emptying every ounce of desire and love inside her. filling her up.
He collapsed on top of her. Out of breath and out of his fucking mind in love with her. Donna giggled, her muscles contracting as she did so, blissfully devastating his cock more. He winced at the sensitivity, but he didn't dare pullout just yet. He wanted to stay fused to her. Donna wrapped an arm around his neck and turned to offer him a tender kiss on his chin. “You okay? Because that was...“ she whispered against his jaw, and he smiled.
“Yeah.”
A beat passed and when he finally pulled out, she moved to her side, facing him. A mischievous grin settled across her face. "Whaddya say we go try the outside shower?”
Oh, he was certain Donna was the only thing he needed and far be it from him to ever think otherwise. "Funny, you should mention that… “