Mature

Linda woke up, her hands immediately finding her breasts. She held them, pushed them together, tweaked her nipples. The dream she just had was slowly playing itself out in her head, making her realize she was really horny.

Stupid wet dream, she thought, feeling restless. Wasn't she too old to wake up like this? She shouldn't wake up in the middle of the night, yearning for her husband to be between her legs.

She moved her legs, trying to get rid of that annoying itch, but to no avail. She briefly thought about asking Danny for help, but he was sleeping, and she didn't want to wake him. So she unbuttoned her nightgown, and slowly crept her hand to between her thighs. She bit her lip to keep herself from moaning loudly enough to wake her husband.

She knew she wouldn't have a high- she needed Danny for that- but she could get rid of that annoying itch. She could do it for just long enough for her to feel satisfied. She could do it without Danny ever knowing... if he didn't wake up.

Soft moans and slightly jerky movements woke Danny up. He was still in the sleep fog, so he just figured that Linda was having a hard time getting comfortable. He moved to his back for her, knowing she'd eventually just lay on top of him.

But there were those tiny, stifled moans again. What was she doing? They didn't sound like sad moans, or annoyed moans, or even the scared little almost-grunts she always made when having a nightmare.

"Danny," Linda whispered, turning her head more into the pillow. She quietly cursed, "f***."

Danny smirked when he realized what his wife was doing. He turned over in the bed, and leaned close her. "If you've got an itch to scratch, I can be of assistance."

"F***, yes, please," Linda moaned out, grabbing his hand. She guided his fingers to her center, and practically drooled when he inserted one.

"Why are you so wet? So pent up?" He had a feeling, but he wanted to hear it from her.

"Be- because of you. And your hips," she cursed again, gripping onto his shoulder.

"I've been sleeping, haven't been touching you," he curled his finger and pressed his thumb against her little nub, making her cry out a little. "I don't know what you have been doing."

"In my dreams. You were- ahh- you were- mm-"

Danny smiled; he loved it when she was so pent up, she couldn't finish sentences. "When I was what, baby?"

"F***ing me!" Her sentence ended in a long, low moan, on account of him adding another finger.

"Really?" He asked, his free hand moving up her stomach and to her breast. He squeezed the flesh, then pinched a nipple.

She scratched his bicep as she nodded, not being able to think of a clever, flirty response. She pushed on his shoulder, making some sort of weird sound.

"Use your words, baby," he instructed, leaving a little mark on her neck. "Use your words, and tell me what you want."

"I- I want or... oral," Linda was barely able to get out. She was so close, and if Danny gave her what she wanted, she'd finally be relaxed. "P-please."

"Just like that? I thought you liked to be teased," he emphasized the word by sucking her collarbone and simultaneously tweaking a nipple while pressing his thumb harshly against her clit.

She cursed him, "just listen to your wife!"

"Yes, Linda," he smirked, teasing her with the game where he was the one giving the orders.

She shivered as he kissed and bit his way down her body, his fingers never stopping.

He teased her only a little by nipping, licking, and kissing each thigh before pressing a kiss to the place she wanted to most.

Her hand went to his head, keeping it in place while he did all the right things in all the right places. It didn't take long at all for her pleasure high to start building deep in her gut.

"Danny," she moaned, "Danny, I'm- I'm gonna-"

He turned his head to bite her thigh, but kept his thumb stimulating her. "Do it, Linda, do it. Do it loudly. Cum for me."

She cursed freely, his name mixing with the profanity, as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her chest rose and fell, and she was breathing through her mouth. She pushed sweaty hair away from her face, "oh, Danny. Damn..."

He grinned satisfactorily as he moved back to the pillows. He kissed her lips, making her moan at the taste of herself. He pressed his forehead against hers, just reveling in the closeness of his beautiful wife. "You're so beautiful, Linda. I love you."

She smiled, "I love you more."

"I love you most." Comfortable, loving silence followed for a few moments before Linda spoke up.

"Do you want me to...?" She trailed her hand down his torso, resting her fingers on the band of his pajama pants.

He took her hand, and held it against his chest, "no, I'm okay."

"You sure? Usually you-"

He pressed a kiss to her lips to shut her up, "you owe me one, then."

She smiled, sleep starting to take over her.

"We gotta clean you up, babe," Danny said, starting to move.

She whined, "no, I want cuddles."

He kissed her cheek, "you know you don't like the sticky feeling."

She sighed, knowing he was right. "Fine. But hurry back, I'm cold."

He left with a kiss to the tip of her nose, and was back in a minute with a warm, wet washcloth. He quickly cleaned her up, leaving her with some more soft kisses.

"Hmm, you're to good to me."

He didn't say anything as he left to drape the wet cloth over the shower door. He was back in flash, and he slipped under the covers. He let out a laugh when Linda immediately cuddled up next to him.

"Thank you, Danny. I love you."

He kissed her head, knowing she'd be asleep in a matter of minutes. "I love you too. Now try to get some sleep."

"Yes, Danny," she mumbled sleepily. She fell asleep happy and safe in Danny's arms, feeling very loved.