mature*
Linda hit Danny in the shoulder as soon as he walked through the door, "that's for scaring me!" She sighed, "and this... is for coming home to me." She cupped his face with her hands and crushed his lips with hers, desperately wanting tongue access.
Once Danny was over the initial shock, he put his hands in his wife's hips and opened his mouth. He could feel how much she wanted to feel him, to show him how much she loved him.
Linda massaged Danny's tongue with hers, moving her hands to his shoulders. She tilted her head, causing the kiss to become deeper.
Danny moved his hand to her hair and let the other one rest on her butt. He squeezed her butt, pulling her impossibly closer.
Linda pulled back just slightly in order to bite her husband's lower lip. Her hands slid to his shirt, her fingers started unbuttoning the small white buttons. She guided the shirt off her husband's body, letting it land on the floor in front of the door.
Danny backed Linda up until she hit a wall. He bit her neck, slipping his hands under her shirt. He moved his hands up slowly, causing her shirt to ride up. He smirked when she whimpered from loss of contact. Her shirt was lazily discarded near the kitchen door frame.
Linda lightly ran her nails down Danny's toned torso, while he kissed her favorite spot on her jawline. She yelped a tiny bit when he sung his teeth into her skin, but quickly forgot about it when he unhooked her bra.
Danny slowly slid her bar off her arms and let it drop to the floor. He grabbed her butt, hoisting her up, and carried her to the counter. He continued to suck on her neck, while his hand slowly migrated from her hip to her breasts.
Linda gasped when Danny put his hand on her breast. No matter how many times they made love, every move always surprised her. His mouth moved from her neck to her prominent nipple. The cold coupled with the arousal made Linda's nipples hard.
Linda tipped her head back while Danny worked his magic. Her moans and small whimpers goaded her husband on. Much to her relief, he pushed up her skirt, smirking wickedly when he saw she had no underwear.
Danny pulled the skirt over her head, throwing it over his head. Later they found it landed on the chandelier, but at the moment, they were too aroused to pay any attention.
Danny picked up Linda again, and carried her to the couch. He pressed her against the cushions before he started to tease her. With his mouth still on her, he wiggled out of his constricting pants and underwear.
Linda felt her body go hot and cold at the same time- she knew she was close to her high. "Danny..." She was barely able to moan.
Danny smirked, but ignored her plea. He continued his torturous teasing, Linda's whimpers only dared him to prolong it as long as he could.
Linda sighed in frustration and pleasure. She knew she would have her high any second now.
Danny smiled when Linda started babbling his name. Once she finished her high, he finally gave her what she wanted.
Linda and Danny finally quit around three thirty in the morning, completely worn out, and completely angry at themselves because both of them had to go to work in a few hours.
"We're idiots, aren't we?" Linda tried to suppress a yawn.
"Yup. But we're happy idiots in love with each other." Danny hugged her tighter.
"We are that." She smiled, "I love you."
"I love you more."
"I love you most."
