Linda is over the moon about everything that day- the weather is wonderful, the church is beautiful, the food is fantastic, and her family is even there. But the best part of all is she's not an O'Shea anymore- she's a Reagan. Mrs. Danny Reagan, to be exact, and she can't be happier. He treats her like a queen, and looks at her like she's the only girl in the whole world. She loves him, and he loves her; but no amount of love and devotion could prepare her for what's to come- the wedding night.
She's nervous when they reach the hotel, and she spends forty five minutes in the bathroom, just trying to psych herself up.
Danny knocks on the door, "are you okay in there?"
She takes a second to answer, "yeah."
"Do you wanna come out?"
She takes one deep, encouraging breath and lets it out with a determined nod. She opens the door, notes Danny has already changed into a T-shirt and sweatpants.
"Wow," he mutters under his breath. His bride is wearing an almost see through nightgown, that stops just below her ass. The skirt has more material, so he doesn't know if a pair of sexy panties are hidden away, but he can just see her nipples through the sheer fabric. They're already in little stubs, and he wonders if it's from the slightly cool air or from arousal.
Linda is still nervous, not liking the length of the skirt at all. She never would've picked this out- it's from her sister, who claimed "she needed all the help she could get" on the wedding night.
"C'mere," Danny's voice is soft, but his hug is strong. He kisses the crown of her head, "you're beautiful, Linda. Always, you're beautiful."
She relaxes a little at that, and decides she needs to take action if the evening is to go anywhere. She raises to her toes, kisses him with fervor, then pulls away to shuck his shirt off his body. She stands back to admire his toned torso for a little bit before running her nails over his muscles. She's seen him shirtless countless of times like at the beach or pool, but this time it's different. This time it's intimate, and before she knows it, she's running her hands along his chest, his arms, anywhere where skin is exposed.
Danny's glad Linda has seemingly gotten over her shyness; his hands move over her bare back (the lingerie is apparently a halter top style), then to her ass. He pulls the skirt up, presses his hands on the warm flesh. His hands move to her hips, checking if she is in fact wearing underwear. She is- it's a matching thong.
Linda moans when Danny gropes her ass, bringing her impossibly closer to him. She's surprised when he picks her up, and walks over to the bed. She almost expects to be thrown on the bed, like in those trashy novels she swears she doesn't read, but instead she's gently placed at the edge. He's kissing her again, his hands beneath her lingerie on her stomach. He breaks the kiss to pull the delicate fabric over her head, and as he drops it to the floor, he stares at her bare breasts.
They're not like the other girl's breasts he's dated (or rather, hooked up with). They're not as big as Maryanne's (he's pretty sure now that hers are fake), but they're not super small like his kid sister's. They're perfect, and he tells her so. "You're perfect."
Linda blushes, feeling self conscious about being exposed to him like that. She actively has to do something with her hands so she doesn't cover herself. So she reaches for his pants, pulls them and his underwear down at once, and immediately feels heat building up in her panties. Her toes curl as he kicks the clothes off his ankles.
She's admittedly impressed with his physique as well. She's a nurse, so of course she's seen male anatomy before, but his is so... gorgeous. "You're gorgeous." It's breathy and almost dirty.
Danny kisses her, palming her right breast. His arm snakes around her waist, and they move up the bed together. His lips trail her neck, cross her collarbone, and onto her left breast. He kisses the flesh while rolling her right nipple between his fingers; he smirks as she gasps when his tongue runs over the pert peak.
His fingers trail down her torso, and into her underwear, scratching and dancing over where she'll want them. He's teasing her with his fingers and his mouth, and her senses are on overdrive. He feels blood flowing southwards as her moans become increasingly more dirty, and she starts to move to his rhythm. He needs to know something before he can feel her though.
"Have you done this before?" Danny nips at her neck, his fingers dancing between her legs. He barely dips one in, and she grunts a little.
Linda bites her lip, nods ashamedly. Although her parents never explicitly told her not to pleasure herself, she always felt a little guilty for doing it.
"You naughty girl. So you've orgasmed before?"
"No."
Danny stops what he's doing to look at her quizzically, "but you said-"
"I could never... orgasm. I only ever got rid of the itch." She's actually blushing and avoiding eye contact, and he thinks it's absolutely adorable.
"Then this should be fun." He leaves kisses down her body as his fingers still tease her entrance. When his lips meet her underwear, he removes his fingers to pull the fabric away and off her to the floor.
"Danny," Linda moans, reaches for his head, when he slips his fingers inside her. She lightly tugs his head towards her, and she kisses him as his fingers pump inside her. Her breathing becomes heavier, breaking the kiss. She bites her lip as his teeth start grazing her neck. He's kissing her body again, biting each nipple then hip when he gets there, and soon he's kissing her thighs.
Linda makes a sound even she can't recognize when she feels her husband's- Husband's!- lips on her most intimate of areas. She'd be lying if she said she's never thought about him doing this to her, but now that he is, now that it's real, it's better than she could ever imagine. She moans again, deep in her throat, and pushes her hips up, needing more. She curses and nearly growls when presses his tongue against her sensitive nub, licking it languidly.
Judging by her squirming and moaning, Danny knows Linda's close to that pleasure high. He's sort of close too- only needing her touch or to feel her around him. He wonders if he should tell her, but very early on in the day, he had decided it was all about her tonight. Her voice interrupts his thoughts.
"Should I do it to you?"
Her voice is so completely innocent, Danny has to stop and process what she's just said. His fingers still inside her, he questions, "What?"
"Shouldn't I do it to you too?" Linda sits up, crossing her legs, and his fingers slip out of her. He sits too, wondering where she's going with this. "Isn't that how it's supposed to work? You give some, I give some, then actual sex?"
"Do you know how?" He's never had to ask a girl that before.
"N- not really?" She looks down between his legs, then away. She's blushing again, and he reaches out to touch her chin, turning her head back to look at him. He pecks her lips reassuringly, hoping to ease her nerves.
"Gimme your hand." Danny smiles when Linda holds out her hand. He wraps her dainty fingers around his length, and instantly feels himself twitch at her touch and intake of breath. No words are spoken as he guides her hand to his liking.
Linda's a quick study, so she's soon doing it without his guiding hand. She's kissing his chest like he kissed hers- it's his turn to moan. He notes she's doing an excellent job for her first time, and he tells her so. She smiles and impulsively lowers her head to suck him.
It can't be that hard, right? Linda thinks to herself, just like a Popsicle'. So she sucks and licks him as she would a popsicle, which brings filthy moans and curses from his lips. She's surprised when he cups her face, and lifts her off him with a small pop. He kisses her, lowering her to the pillows.
Danny hovers over her, positioning himself. "Are you ready?" He knows she knows what he means.
"Yes." Linda hopes he doesn't hear the slight fear in her voice.
He does of course. He kisses her lovingly, stroking her cheek. "I love you, Linda."
"I love you too."
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course."
"Okay. Just relax, alright? If you've enjoyed the foreplay, you're gonna love the real thing."
She nods, closes her eyes in anticipation. She feels better when his fingers lace through hers, and he's kissing her to distract her from the pain to come. She gasps in his mouth when she feels him up against her, and she can hear her heart pounding in her ears.
Danny presses the tip into her, waits a few seconds for her to get used to the intrusion. He slowly slides into her, waiting a few more seconds before taking her virginity.
Linda turns her head away from him, wanting to tell him it's just far too uncomfortable. She's heard the weeding night and the first time is supposed to be magical- and so far it has been- but she feels so uneasy and tense. "Danny..."
He watches her shift positions, propping herself up on her elbows. Her face goes from discomfort to surprise, then she's kissing him, cupping his face. He breaks away for a second, "it's okay now?"
She moves again, not quite sure how to do this, but it feels good now, it feels right. "Yes."
Slowly they make love together for the first time, and it's like nothing neither of them has ever experienced. Danny's been with other girls before, but that was just hormonal sex. It didn't mean anything, but with Linda, the love of his life, it means the world. And even though she's not as confident as she will be, she's perfect in every way.
Linda has nothing to compare Danny to, since he's the first man she's ever (and will ever) be with. She's one hundred percent positive though, that this is how it's supposed to be: absolutely perfect. And Danny's been nothing short of a gentleman.
"I love you." It comes out as a whisper.
"I love you more," he looks into her blue eyes.
"I love you most." She says before he brings her the first pleasure high of her life.
Danny smiles hours later as he cards his fingers through his wife's hair. He's still half-expecting all of this to be a dream. How else could he end up with the most beautiful woman in the world? But it's not a dream- it's real, she's real, and he couldn't be happier.
Linda's eyes open, and a smile comes to her face as soon as she sees Danny laying next to her. Half joking and cuddling up to him, she asks, "is this Heaven?"
"No," he holds her close. "It's New York."
"Far as I'm concerned, it's Heaven. Cause there's no way I could be this happy on earth."
He tips her chin up, and for a moment just stares into her beautiful blue eyes. "I love you, Mrs. Reagan."
"And I love you, Mr. Reagan." She kissed him again, laughs out loud when he rolls them over. She turns her head, looks at the clock. "It's only eight. Wanna take a bath?"
"Only if you're with me."
"Oh I will be."
"Then let's take a bath... Mrs. Reagan."