I wrote this on international kissing day. Yes, it's mature*
Linda was lying in bed, completely awake, but completely comfortable. She knew she had to get out of bed sooner or later, but, at the moment, five more minutes couldn't hurt.
Danny came in and saw his wife with her eyes closed. He smiled and walked over to her. Sitting on the bed, he stated, "Come on, Linda, time to get up."
"I can't move." She responded, her eyes still closed. "My battery's dead."
Danny smirked and took her hand in his. He started kissing every inch of her soft hand and worked his way up her arm.
Linda smiled when Danny pushed her nightgown strap off her shoulder and made his way to her collarbone. He kissed and sucked her neck, leaving marks.
The blonde moaned when the detective kissed her jaw bone, migrating to her earlobe.
"Ohhhh..." she moved a little bit, getting turned on. "Mmmm, I feel a jump start coming on..."
Danny smirked and captured her lips between his, her arms automatically wrapping around his neck. He cursed himself as he deepened the kissing, knowing now he'd be late for work for sure...
Linda smiled when Danny moaned as she snuck her hand underneath his shirt. She started to pop the little white buttons out of the holes with her other hand. I wish I had a third hand. Then I could really... oh!
Danny grinned when Linda yelped a little while he grabbed her butt. She moaned and rested her head on his shoulder, letting him slide his hands into her underwear. He slowly slid them to her knees, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.
Linda bit her lip as Danny pulled the nightgown off her head, dropping it to the floor. His fingers barely dragged over her torso and sides, sending chills through her body.
Danny grinned when a guttural sound came from his wife's throat. He kissed her breast, fondling the other; flicking his tongue over her hard nipple made her lips mutter his name.
Finally finding her brain, Linda moved her hand to the top of Danny's pants. He moaned against her skin, while she unzipped his zipper. She slowly unbuttoned the button and rested her hand on top of his underwear.
Linda lifted Danny's head with her other hand, she stared into his eyes- an evil smirk plastered on her face. While taking his lips between hers, she managed to shimmy out of her panties. She barely ran her tongue over his lips, wanting the access. Once his lips had parted, her tongue went to town. She explored all the nooks and crannies in his mouth, while her hand massaged him through his underwear- that was getting more and more constricting by the second.
"Linda, I— mmm!" Danny tried to tell her he needed to get out of his pants, but her teasing far overpowered his logical thoughts.
"What?" Linda said in her 'pouty voice', "am I going too fast? Okay, then, I'll slow down."
"No, Linda, you—" but he was cut off by her slow tongue and hand movements.
She knew the curse was on the tip of his tongue, "go on," she whispered in his ear, her hot breath enticing him. "Curse." She nibbled his ear and the curse came out.
Danny wished Linda would hurry up- he didn't know how much longer he could last. His moans became almost like whimpers, only daring his wife to not give him what he wanted. He was so close to the edge, and then...
Oops... Linda thought, she hadn't planned on him having his high that fast.
"Sh!t, Linda." Danny murmured, still having his high.
Once he was finished, instead of voicing her mistake and/or apology, she stated sexily, "you're gonna wanna clean up."
"I... hate... you." Danny fake sneered through his teeth. His phone rang, Linda answering.
"Danny's phone... uh huh... uh huh... okay, bye." She smiled at Danny, "that was your boss. She's p!ssed." He glared at her, "you better get a move on. Especially if you wanna make it there in twenty minutes."
"You. Are gonna. Get it." He growled, pretending to be mad at her.
"Is that a promise?"
"A guarantee... put some clothes on."
She smirked, "whatever you say..."
