*mature*
Danny came out of the bathroom, dressed in low-riding pajama pants. He smiled when he saw wis wife standing next to the bed, back facing him. She stepped out of her pants, her chunky, oversized sweater hiding her butt. She pulled the dark cream colored fabric over her head, dropping it to the bed.
"Hey!" Danny exclaimed suddenly, making Linda jump.
"What?" She turned towards him, her top half completely naked like her husband's.
"You're not wearing a bra!"
"Of course not." She crossed her arms beneath her chest and shifted her weight to one foot. "Erin and I made a little pact. Last Wednesday we said we weren't going to wear bras all next week. So I haven't been wearing a bra since Sunday."
"For five days?"
"Mhmm." She bent over to pick up her pajama shirt, but Danny stopped her.
His grip was loose on her right wrist, "you can't expect to make a statement like that and not get..." he cleared his throat, his eyes glued to her nice chest, "appreciation."
"I can't?" Linda raised her eyebrows, feigning innocence, knowing that drove Danny nuts.
"No, you can't." He placed his hands on her beautiful breasts, smiling when she closed her eyes and slightly leaned into his palms.
Linda moaned as Danny flicked her nipples. She was kind of hoping she'd get "appreciated" for going braless. She rocked back and forth with each ministration, moaning and rolling her head.
Danny picked her up and laid her on the bed. Smirking, he slowly got on top of her, his body weight comforting and familiar. He placed his tongue on left breast, and traced circles around and down it, getting smaller circles each time. He swirled his tongue around the areola and nipped at the pert nipple. He repeated his ministrations on the other breast.
Danny sucked on Linda's breast as if he was an infant nursing, while his left hand moved lower down her stomach. He tapped her panty-clad womanhood with his fingers, making Linda moan again.
Linda gripped the sheets beneath her, feeling her underwear dampen with every little touch of Danny's hands and lips. She mewled when his fingers slipped between the band of her underwear and her skin. When all he did was tap his fingers again, she nearly whined, "Danny..."
"What?" He lifted his head to look at her.
"Is it your goal to make me die of torture?"
Danny only chuckled and suckled her collarbone. He grinned wickedly when Linda whimpered when he removed his hand.
"Meanie," the blonde pouted.
"Meanie?" He smiled before reaching down and pinching her ball of nerves.
Linda gave a little yelp, and brought her leg up as a reflex. She laughed loudly, sighing at the end. When she felt her underwear being removed, she breathed out, "thank you."
Danny chuckled and kissed her flat stomach, "I love you."
"Please prove it."
He lifted his head to see a frustrated expression on his wife's face. "Are we impatient?"
"Yes, very! Hurry up."
He laughed again and brought his face up to hers. Kissing her passionately, he responded, "as you wish."
Linda's sigh dripped with pleasure as Danny finally gave her what she wanted.
