Is It A Dream?

Mantra

Danny's hand moved closer to her underwear as he lightly ran his fingers up and down her thigh.
Linda let out a moan, her nerves slowly lighting up. She swallowed to get her dry throat wet, but to no avail. She didn't care, though; she was determined to be pleasured.
Danny's fingers glided over her underwear, making her tremble. He really hoped she would let him thrust his fingers in and out of her womanhood. He pressed two fingers on the right spot, and moved them almost as if he was kneading nots from her shoulders.
Linda bit her lip hard, and clutched the sweatshirt she was wearing. The logical part of her mind kept reminding her it was Danny that was doing the ministrations. His name became almost a mantra in her head, keeping her focused on the man who loved her more than anything on the earth.
Danny was glad that Linda hadn't stopped him.... yet. He traced the leg hole of her underwear, as if asking to violate that part of her privacy. He watched her mouth, 'yes', hearing the hiss of the 's'. "Tell me-"
"I will."
He nodded and moved his finger the same way he did atop the panties. He pinched her ball of nerves, making her jump. He stopped immediately and looked to her for confirmation.
Linda nodded, "don't stop."
Danny smiled widely and continued the familiar fingering. He loved how Linda's breathing became short and choppy, how her head rolled back, how her long hair swayed while she moved her head.
"Danny..." Linda moaned, "do it."
He happily complied, slowly dragging his finger in and nearly out. He grinned from ear to ear when his wife's hips bucked, silently asking for more. He inserted another finger, and went faster, making scissor motions.
Linda moaned loudly, forgetting about her six months of torture; forgetting everything bad; forgetting that Baez was sitting on the stairs well within earshot. Her hips matched Danny's thrusting, and so did the mantra in her head. Faster and faster until the quick-paced mantra became incoherent babbles.
Danny was sure his smile would break his face if it grew any wider. He didn't know if he was proud of himself for bringing Linda out of her insecure-shell, or if he was proud of her for pushing her shell away, and completely trusting him. He continued to finger her through her violent shaking.
Linda sighed, her head resting on the armrest. She smiled at Danny as he hovered over her, "well, well, Detective. I believe your thorough investigation was satisfying?"
There it is. The playful banter. He kissed her lovingly, holding up his wet fingers. He pulled back and started licking her juices off, coaxing another moan. Once his fingers were shiny with his own saliva, his head was pulled down, and soft lips met his. A firm, but soft, tongue parted his lips, penetrating his mouth.
Linda moaned, tasting her own juices on Danny's tongue. She clutched his shoulders, pulling him impossibly close.
In his pants pocket, Danny's phone buzzed. He was pressed firmly against Linda, one leg in between her legs, so when the phone vibrated, it sent tingles through her body. He got off of Linda and sat up, not looking at the phone screen. "Reagan."
"You do know I'm still here, right?" Baez's voice filled his ear, while she appeared into view.
"Shit."