mature*
"Hey," Linda greeted Danny at the door, kissing him sweetly. He tasted like stale coffee, and smelled like his normal woody/musky cologne along with... "Bacon?"
Danny simply shrugged, "kinda got a vat of bacon grease thrown at me."
"Are you okay?" Linda immediately started running her hands over his arms, torso, and shoulders, checking for injuries.
"I'm fine," he grasped her hands. "It was cool... I wanted bacon all day, though."
She smiled, "I'm glad you're okay. You should maybe take a shower."
"Why?" Danny wondered, following her upstairs. "The bacon smell makes you wanna eat me?"
"You know I don't like bacon." She looked behind her, "besides, you taste good just the way you are."
The detective chuckled, "Wanna join?" He looked to his wife while he stepped out of his pants.
"You know I always want to join. But I can't. I got some things I have to get done. I'll be finished when you're done, though."
"Okay. Have fun with that."
Linda sat on the bed in her new nightgown. It was a silky little number with lace trimming; the lavender fabric just barely covered her butt. She smiled and got off the bed, walking to lean on the bathroom door. Crossing her arms, she watched Danny ignore her.
"You think I should shave?"
"Not before your head's between my legs." She answered seductively.
"What?" Danny looked to her, nearly dropping the razor when he saw her sexy nightgown.
Linda strode up to him, grabbed his face, and thrust her lips onto his. She penetrated his mouth with her tongue, warm and wet.
Danny noted that her tongue was soft, yet incredibly firm. He often wondered what made Linda break the comfortable mold they had, turning her into a vixen... or even a victim- falling prey to her secret fantasies, only revealed to him every now and again.
Linda moved her lips to his jaw, kissing between words, "I love... how... your stubble... brushes... against... me."
Danny put his hands on her hips, smiling at the new information he had just received. He turned her back to the counter, kissing her thoroughly, gripping at the fabric of the nightie. He easily lifted her to the counter, and the sight of him- towel low on his hips, water glistening on his toned chest, hair wet... that was enough to make Linda soar.
The blonde closed her eyes when her warm skin met cool counter. She saw the pleasured smirk on Danny's face when his eyes met her bare womanhood.
His hand lightly stroked her curls, "How long have you fantasized about this?"
Linda closed her eyes and bit her lip. Her breaths became heavier, her brain began the small buzzes.
"How long, baby? How long?" The detective rubbed faster, raising an eyebrow.
"Fi-" she choked on her words as Danny barely inserted a finger. "Fifteen... years..."
He bent over and kissed her stomach, "and you didn't reveal it sooner?"
"N-" she moaned as his lips got closer to where she wanted them. Deciding her voice would deceive her, she shook her head. She barely registered Danny's next question, her chest rising and falling faster with each tingling breath, each nose-nudge, each-
"Linda."
"What? Oh, uh... I..." she felt a pinch on her ball of nerves, lighting up her brain. "Da- Danny..."
Danny smiled when Linda's hand found his head. She would just draw lazy shapes in his short hair as he short-circuited her brain and entire nervous system. He got down on his knees, gripping her hips, pulling her closer to him. He kissed the inside of both her thighs, his hot breath teasing her.
Linda's whole body ached with want. She felt his rough cheek brush against her inner thigh, making her grip the counter. Her leg was lifted into the air, then dropped on his shoulder. She started seeing flashes of colorful lights behind her closed eyelids, the moans coming faster.
Danny rubbed his cheek against his wife's inner thigh, now knowing it drove her insane. He turned his head slightly, nipping at her thigh, bringing out the moans. He lifted her other leg over his shoulder, gave that thigh the same treatment, then planted a kiss in her curls.
Linda's toes curled, her eyes tightened shut, and her lip was in between her teeth, sure to be swollen by morning. Bites, nips, licks, Laps, and kisses were too much for the blonde as she felt herself shake. The world faded away as the familiar babbles came from her lips.
Once she was done, Danny came back up to her face. He kissed her, making her taste her own juices. He was surprised how roughly Linda kissed him back, clearly wanting more.
"Now..." she put her hands on his shoulders, "my fantasy's satisfied... what about yours?" She slowly took the towel from his body and dropped it to the floor.
Danny smirked, "my fantasy?" He picked her up, "you've been warned." He felt Linda tremble as he walked into the bedroom, preparing to give her the ride of her life.
