A/N: Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you for the fantastic reviews. I am so glad that people are enjoying reading this, and I just want to let you know how much it means when someone takes the time to write a quick review. You guys are so awesome!
I had this mostly figured out in my mind, and I was going to post it later this week, but I was encouraged by the positive things you guys had to say, so I decided to post it now instead of making you wait.
So, we find ourselves in Chapter 4 - Lindsay has more in store for Danny.
Neither of them are mine, although I would not turn them away if they showed up at my door. Well, I wouldn't turn Danny away ; )
Lindsay panted heavily as she came down from her orgasm. She had really done it. She had never ever contemplated doing something like that in her life. Of course, like any modern woman, she had taken things into her own hands, so to speak, on many occasions - most recently when Danny had been confined to his wheelchair. But that had been done privately, discreetly. While Danny had been recovering from his injury, she had been careful about when she made time for herself. She had feared that he would feel badly, be worried that he wasn't pleasing her, when he had so many other more important things to think about.
Then one night he had surprised her by bringing it up himself. It was just over a month since the shooting, and Danny had just started back at work. He was only part-time, and he had been confined to the lab, but he had been so happy to have something to do outside their tiny apartment.
That night, after putting Lucy to bed, she had entered their bedroom to find Danny sitting upright on their bed with his back against the headboard, a book open on his lap. She smiled at him as she crossed the room to place a kiss on his forehead.
"I'm just going to go and have a shower babe," she said.
As she turned to leave, Danny had reached out and gently taken hold of her elbow.
"Montana," he said quietly, "you know that you can do that in here. I'm not going to bite, and you've got nothing to hide."
She looked at him blankly. How did he...?
"Babe, I can't very well have a shower in the middle of our bedroom." She feigned ignorance, trying to keep her voice light, hoping that he would just drop it, that he had misunderstood her intentions.
"Lindsay," he sighed, "please don't treat me like I'm stupid. Or deaf."
"What..." she was taken aback.
"Do you really think that I am so clueless that I don't know what you're doing in there?"
"Danny, it's just a shower. I'm just showering."
Danny thought for a moment. How could he put this in a way that wouldn't offend her or make her embarrassed?
"Linds, I know you, okay. I know the kinds of sounds you make when you're... excited, shall we say?" said Danny. "Lately, I've been hearing those sounds coming from the bathroom almost every time you take a shower."
Lindsay stared at him. Oh my God, she thought. The panic that was building up in her was evident on her face and Danny continued quickly, trying to ease her suffering.
"It's okay, Linds. It really is. I know that with everything that's going on right now - work, new baby, new marriage, husband cruising around in a wheelchair - it's not been easy on you," he reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I know that you need to relieve some of the stress and frankly, I agree that sometimes there's just no better way to do that than to get off."
"Danny, I -"
"Linds, I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I just wanted you to know that there is no reason that you should have to feel ashamed about what you're doing. It's alright. I just, you know," Danny lowered his eyes to his legs and frowned, "I just wish that you felt that you could share this with me. I love you, and the thought of you feeling like you have to hide every time you want that physical release," he shrugged his shoulders and looked up at her face again, "I just wanted you to know that I don't think it's wrong or dirty or anything."
Lindsay continued to stare at Danny. He was looking at her with such love and sincerity that she had to struggle to hold back the emotions that were bubbling their way to the surface. She looked away from his face and down to her hands, contemplating what she would say. She didn't have the words to express the feelings she had, the love that she felt for him and the love that she felt that he had for her. She slowly brought her hands up and cupped his scruffy jaw line, rubbing her thumbs over his cheeks. She leaned in and kissed him sweetly, trying to pour her gratitude for his understanding into the kiss.
Danny pulled back from her and rested his head against the headboard and gazed at her. She blushed under his intense scrutiny.
"You're really beautiful when you blush Lindsay. Do you know that?" he asked.
She gave him a shy smile, and shook her head.
"Well, you are," he said simply.
"Thank you."
She moved to get up from the bed, but Danny's words stopped her in her tracks.
"I meant what I said, Montana," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't hide from me. If I wasn't in this chair, I'd be in there with you. It would be my hands, my fingers, my tongue, my cock that would be making you pant and moan. There are so many things that I can't do around here anymore, Linds," tears welled up in her eyes as his voice broke with emotion. "Please, don't take this away from me."
His honesty made her fall in love with him all over again. And his words, his words made her knees weak and wobbly and she'd had to sit back down on the edge of the bed before her legs gave out. The words were so exclusively Danny. Not the cocky, swaggering Danny that people on the outside world knew, but the Danny that only she had the privilege to really know and love. They were heartfelt, and yet fantastically arousing at the same time.
"I miss you," he said, leaning forward and touching his forehead to hers. "Please," he begged, "let me help you Lindsay."
Once again she found that she had no words to express herself, so she had simply nodded her head and for the first time in over a month, allowed her husband's talented fingers to work their magic, bringing her to the edge and then pushing her over. He had made love to her, not in the traditional sense, but to both of them it was still an expression of how they felt.
Lindsay smiled to herself as her mind drifted back to the present. She stood in front of her husband who was still seated on the dining room chair, her hand still enveloped between her soft folds and the damp, constricting fabric of her panties.
"Can I touch you?" he asked her tentatively.
She couldn't find her voice, so she nodded her head silently and smiled at him as he reached out for her and gently pulled her onto his lap. He laid his head against her chest and let it rest there for a moment before pulling back. He grasped her wrist in his hand, then proceeded to place each of her fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around each one in turn, rekindling the familiar warmth inside of her.
He reached up to her face and gently cupped her cheek, stroking her face lovingly.
"That was amazing. Spectacular. Thank you so much baby. You are so beautiful, and I just... I mean...wow."
His words had the dual effect of filling her heart with love, and also of reminding her why he was so special to her. She leaned forward in his arms, pressing her torso against his firm chest and whispered softly in his ear, "We are just getting started cowboy."
With those words, Danny's felt as if his jeans had shrunk by at least two sizes in an instant. He had loved seeing his wife, who was normally so shy, even in front of him, dress up and touch herself like that for him. He wanted his own release so badly, but he knew that in a few short hours she would have to be up and out the door with their baby girl and he couldn't in good conscience, no matter how much he wanted it, keep her up any longer. With a sigh he leaned forward and rested his forehead against her collarbone.
"Baby, what's wrong?" she asked. She started to panic. Hadn't he liked it? Was it not what he had wanted? She had been so sure by his reactions that she had turned him on. What was going on?
"I can't," he mumbled into the collar of her sweater. "You have to get up in the morning with Luce. And I just," he sighed again, "you need to go to sleep, Lindsay."
Lindsay let out a tinkling laugh. "Oh, Danny! Is that what you're worried about?" she giggled as he lifted his head from its resting place. "Lucy is with your mother, and I rebooked her appointment for the afternoon!"
Biting her lip, she stifled a giggle at the priceless look on Danny's face. It morphed from one of sheer disappointment to one of confusion, then amazement.
"What?"
"Oh baby, you don't think I'd try to seduce you like this and then leave you hanging do you?" again she giggled. "What kind of sadistic creature do you think I am?"
Danny's face lit up like a little boy on Christmas morning and Lindsay pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose and wrapped her arms around his neck, running the tips of her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
"So, now that we've gotten that cleared up," she said, "we need to discuss what we're going to do with you."
Danny looked at her quizzically.
"What do you mean, Linds?"
She shook her head and tutted him in mock frustration. Then she leaned in and started to place gentle kisses on his neck, just below his ear, nibbling and nipping. Danny inclined his head to the side to allow her better access to one of his favourite spots. He closed his eyes and allowed the feeling of her lips, tongue and teeth on his neck take over his senses.
"I mean," - kiss - "I've had my fun," - lick - "and you sat here," - kiss - "like such a good boy," - bite...
"Linds," Danny hissed.
"Shut up, you love it," she giggled as she trailed her kisses from below his ear toward his jaw and finally she placed her lips softly against his, lingering on the edge of a kiss.
"What do you want, Danny?" she asked, softly skimming her lips back and forth across his. He groaned with the anticipation of the kiss to come.
"Linds," he breathed.
"Tell me what you want baby, and I'll do it," she stuck out her tongue and gently ran the tip over his top lip, teasing him.
"Mmmmm," was all he could manage to say.
"If you don't tell me, I'll have to think of something all on my own, cowboy."
"Mmmmm... baby please. Anything," he implored, "please..."
Lindsay gently caught his lower lip in her teeth and tugged, running her tongue over the soft flesh before releasing it and crashing her mouth down onto his. Danny responded eagerly to her kiss, opening his mouth fully to allow her hungry tongue access to explore his familiar ridges. Her hands were tangled in his hair, and he had one hand running up and down her back, dipping down to the sensitive skin just below the hem of her shirt, then back up to her neck. His other hand was cradling her head, holding her to him.
They broke apart when they both started seeing stars due to lack of oxygen. Danny once again lowered his head to the crook of her neck, the hand on her back splayed out between her shoulder blades. His other hand moved down to her upper thigh where Danny's thumb traced light swirls just out of sight under the fabric of her skirt. She could feel his erection pressed hard against the soft flesh of her hip.
Lindsay caught her breath from their passionate kiss then asked again, "What do you want Danny?"
"Anything Linds," he mumbled, "I just want you."
She ran her fingers through his hair causing it to jut out from his head in a disarray of messy little spikes. "You just want me to what, Danny?"
Danny shrugged his shoulders and started to press open mouthed kisses to the side of her neck.
"Do you want a blowjob, Danny?"
That caught his attention, she smirked to herself as she heard Danny's breath turn suddenly shallow. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, not quite able to believe what she was about to say.
"You want me to get on my knees, baby?" she purred. "You want me to take your cock in my mouth and suck you off?"
She was spurred on as she felt his erection twitched against her.
"It makes me so hot, Danny," she breathed, "thinking about your fat cock in my mouth. I want to suck you until you come, baby. I want to lick you clean like you did to my fingers."
Danny froze. His thumb stopped moving on her thigh and he stopped his lips mid-kiss on her neck. Sometime in the last few minutes he must have died. This must be heaven. Because no way in this lifetime was his Lindsay using those kinds of words. Not a chance. But just in case he wasn't quite dead yet, he pulled his head back and looked at her.
She was nibbling on her lower lip, once again twisting a strand of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail seductively around her finger, looking up at him through her lashes. Yup, he thought, definitely dead.
As if on cue, to disprove his theory, Lindsay shifted on his lap, causing friction between his aching erection and her body. He let out a low groan. Lindsay smiled wickedly at him.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said as she ground her hip purposefully into his groin, eliciting a low grunt from Danny.
And then she was on the move once again, the hand that was had been tangled in his hair trailed down his neck, reaching the buttons of his work shirt. She toyed with the first button, as if considering whether or not to undo it. Deciding against it, she proceeded to trail her fingers down the rest of his torso. When she reached his belt, she moved off of his lap and settled herself on her knees on the thick carpet of their living room.
Her nimble fingers made quick work of his belt and then moved quickly on to his fly as she worked to remove the material that had been constricting him. She tugged at the waistband of his jeans to urge him to lift his hips so that she could pull the jeans off of him completely. Danny gently rocked his hips upward and she pulled jeans and boxers down in one smooth movement. She smiled to herself as she heard Danny release a sigh as his swollen member was finally released from its confines.
She tossed the offending fabric aside and reached up to run her hands along his legs, starting at his knees. She slowly nudged his legs apart, allowing her enough room to settle in between. She ran her fingers deftly up his thighs, trailing kisses along in their wake, first on one leg, then the other. Danny moaned and closed his eyes as she slowly inched her way closer to his cock. She had to suppress a soft groan of her own as she saw the tip glistening with pre-cum. She licked her lips and moved forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth and forcefully swirling her tongue around it.
Danny yelped in surprise and bucked his hips in an involuntary reaction. She had been moving so slowly, he figured that she would torture him for a few more minutes before he felt her warm mouth on him. God, she felt so good. He gripped the seat of the chair on either side of his hips, trying to resist the urge to thrust into her mouth.
Lindsay could feel that Danny was holding back. She moved her right hand from his thigh and used it to grab the base of his shaft. She wanted him to have the maximum amount of pleasure, and as she couldn't fit him into her mouth entirely, she needed her hand to ensure that not an inch of his member was left un-stimulated. She ran her tongue up the underside of his member, while using her left hand to gently caress and massage his balls. As she continued to lick and swirl and suck, she could tell Danny was getting close by the way his panting became louder and shallower.
She looked up to see him staring down at her, watching intensely as he disappeared over and over again between her lips. She pulled him out of her mouth with a pop and continued to stroke him. She smirked up at him.
"Whatcha looking at, Messer?" she asked innocently.
"Just the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life," he grunted, "Oh God, Lindsay!" he moaned as she leaned down and took one of his balls into her wet, warm mouth and sucked, keeping her eyes locked with his.
His moans continued and he clutched his hands desperately in her hair. She moved back to his cock, taking him into her mouth as deep as she could without gagging. "Fuck!" he shouted into the room. She responded by tugging on his balls, and pumping his shaft harder which made his hips buck up toward her once again.
"Montana, baby! Fuck!" he yelped as Lindsay picked up her pace, matching the rhythm of his rocking hips, sensing he was close. She looked up at him again and saw that his eyes were closed tightly as he tried to control himself, his mouth open as he gasped and moaned at the sensations running through his body. Sensations she was causing.
She pulled her mouth from his cock. "Look at me, Danny," she said.
Danny shook his head, squeezing his eyes tighter.
"Danny, I want you to watch me when I make you come," she said.
Danny cracked his eyes open and took in the beautiful sight before him. His wife, on her knees in front of him, lavishing her attention on his dick, sucking, teasing, licking, tugging. Upon seeing her gazing up at him as he pumped himself into her, he let go, spilling into her waiting mouth.
He watched, his breathing ragged, as Lindsay fulfilled her promise and licked him clean, closing her eyes in delight as she swallowed, then licking her lips.
Opening her eyes, she took in her husband's appearance. He was all dishevelled - hair amess, shirt crumpled, naked from the waist down, legs spread wide in exhaustion. She stood up and climbed back onto his lap, paying careful attention not to irritate his over stimulated groin. He pulled her into a loving embrace as she curled into his body, her head resting on his shoulder and his lips pressing delicate, appreciative kisses to her forehead.
"Lindsay, that was amazing."
"Thank you," she murmured lazily.
"No, sweetheart. Thank you," he corrected her. "You are so wonderful. Not every wife would do this, you know," he crooked his finger under her chin so he could bring her face to face with himself. "I love you," he stated simply, kissing the tip of her nose.
"I know," she said. "I love you too Danny."
They sat in companionable silence, each caught in their own thoughts. The soft thrum of the romantic music coming from the stereo was the only distraction. Danny lazily ran his fingers up and down her side, and she played with the buttons on the front of his shirt. She sighed contentedly as he kissed her temple then laid his cheek against the top of her head.
"Danny?'
"Yeah, babe?"
"Did I cheer you up?"
A low rumbling laugh emanated from Danny's chest. "Is that what this was about?" He felt her nod against his shoulder. "Consider me cheered, Linds."
She smiled to herself and snuggled closer into his arms.
"Linds?"
"Yeah, Danny?"
"Were you really a cheerleader in high school?"
She lifted her head and looked at him. As she nodded, she couldn't help but laugh at the wide grin that broke out across Danny's face.
"What?" she giggled.
"Nothing, Montana. I'm just imagining you, in your hot little uniform, doing all kinds of kicks and flips. That is some seriously hot stuff."
"Well you know Danny," she leaned forward and put her lips to his ear, "I'm extremely bendy!"
"Alright, that's it!" Danny decreed, standing up and tossing a squealing Lindsay over his shoulder. "I have had just about enough of your teasing young lady. It's off to bed with you."
He gave her backside a light slap as he moved across the room, making sure that the stereo was off before turning and marching into the bedroom with his wife, giggling wildly, flung over his shoulder.
A/N: Sooooooooo? What did you think? I hope you liked the little interlude at the beginning. I thought that a brief explanation behind the significance of what Lindsay did for Danny in the last chapter was in order. I hope it wasn't too boring. And if it was, then I hope that the shameless smut at the end of the chapter made up for it!!
Shall I continue and follow them into the bedroom? Let me know - Read and Review!!!
