* mature*
Danny Reagan had been married to Linda O'Shea for a little over two months. Thanks to some over-aggressiveness with a perp, he was on desk duty, which meant his mind wandered. Lately, his mind had been wandering to his wife. She had only had sex with one person in the whole world- and that person was him, which made him feel kind of special. He wondered if she would do exactly what he told her to- after all, she wasn't as confident in sex as she would become.
Danny tapped his pencil on the desk, deciding how he'd give his wife the thrill of a lifetime.
Linda and Danny chewed their dinner in comfortable silence, the temporary brunette looking at the wall. I wonder what it would be like to have my brains banged out against a wall... she had a number of sick fantasies that she didn't dare tell her husband about. She choked on her food when she felt Danny's hand on her thigh. It slowly migrated upwards, pulling her skirt up, too.
Danny smiled as he slipped his hand between her crossed legs, feeling her tense muscles. He easily moved one leg off the other, and stroked her thigh till he came to her womanhood. He let his finger graze over it, then removed his hand all together. He tried to hide his smirk when Linda whimpered. "What's wrong?"
"I want you," Linda's eyes went wide, had she just said that? She quickly looked away, but Danny turned her head back towards him.
He stroked her hair, pulling her closer to him. He kissed her gently on the lips, setting his plan in action. "Let's move to the couch."
Linda nodded and sat down next to him, where they resumed their calm kisses. Each time Linda's tongue snuck out to part Danny's lips, he pulled back and gave her a look. She was getting restless, wanting to devour her husband.
"Take off your dress." Danny nearly commanded. She looked at him warily, making him fix her with a look.
Linda complied and took off her dress, leaving her standing in heels and her sexier than usual underwear. "Will you take off your shirt?" She wondered meekly.
Danny bit his tongue as he stared at his wife. She was gorgeous. He effortlessly took his T-shirt off, exposing his taut torso. He grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom, not wanting her to see his tightening pants. She looked exotic in nothing but heels and underwear.
Linda sat down on the bed, crossing her legs habitually. She looked at him, her lip out a bit in a small pout. Danny bit his lip again, but quickly sat down next to her. They resumed their kissing, this time Linda getting tongue access.
The cop moaned, his pants getting uncomfortably tight. He shifted, trying to get more comfortable.
"For Pete's sake, Danny, take 'em off already." Linda said, knowing why he was shifting. She watched as he shucked his pants off, her pupils dilating when she saw how he strained against his underwear. She felt her mouth water, and she couldn't help it when her hand reached out to grab him.
Linda wasn't sure what had happened in her brain to make her grab her husband's equipment, but she hoped she'd do it right. Cautiously, and with a face of determination, she started moving her hand around.
Danny watched her, his head tilted. At this point in time, neither of them knew Linda would become the queen of blow jobs. "Harder."
"What?" Her piercing blue eyes looked into his soft hazel eyes.
"You're supposed to be doing it harder. And faster."
Linda still looked wary, not wanting to hurt her husband. "I- I don't know a-about this..." she stuck her hand underneath her thigh, as if to keep it in place.
"No, you were doing it good. But it's supposed to be like a roller coaster. Slow, fast, up, down, sideways."
Linda shook her head and scooted towards the middle of the bed. "I- I'm just no good." She hugged her knees to her chest.
Danny frowned, "You are good."
"You're just saying that to make me feel better."
"Gimme your hand."
The brunette hesitantly held out her hand, wondering what Danny had in mind.
The cop pressed his wife's hand on the front of his underwear. He moved her hand up and down, slow then fast. He smirked as his wife watched curiously; he hoped she'd be able to do it by herself soon.
"That was very... informative," Linda mused, some hours later. Her fingers were entwined with her husband's, their sweaty bodies beneath the covers.
Danny looked over at her and laughed, "you did pretty good after I gotcha goin'."
"I always told you I was a fast learner." She smiled a bit smugly, snuggling into the covers.
Danny kissed her cheek, "I love you."
"I love you more."
"I love you most."
And after that night, Linda was no longer afraid of experimentations in the bedroom.
