You Are On My Mind

I Couldn't Sit Down

*mature*

"So you really thought Jimmy outboxed Danny?" Erin asked Linda as they cleaned the dishes.
"I did. Still do, in fact. I told Danny that he got outboxed."
"What did he do?"
"He showed me that he had a lot of stamina. Still does. I told him it wasn't fair because I don't know how Jimmy performs."
"Oh no," Erin laughed. "What happened?"
"Couldn't sit down or walk right for three days." Linda smirked, a slight blush on her face.
"Why not?" Danny asked, coming into the kitchen for more dessert.
"Because you were determined to show me that you had, in fact, outboxed Jimmy."
"Oh yeah... you learned your lesson though, right?"
Linda looked to the corner of the ceiling, smiled, and shrugged.
"No?" He put the pie on the island. He watched her shake her head, "no? Am I gonna have to re-teach you?"
Erin made a face and slipped from the kitchen. "Dad, Danny and Linda are about to do the deed in your kitchen."
"Not in the kitchen!" Frank yelled towards the kitchen.
Linda responded, "what's not in the kitchen?" She let Danny lift her onto the island, wrapping her legs around him.
"Come on, horn dogs," Jamie walked into the kitchen, noting how Linda quickly unwrapped her legs. "You can bang each other all you want after I win the fight!"
Linda watched him grab the pie and walk into the other room. She whispered, "maybe during?"
Danny growled, and quickly gave her collarbone a hickey, letting everyone know she was his.
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Linda's plan for Danny to re-teach her the lesson she learned during the fight didn't work out the way she planned. Danny was at the ring with Jamie, so she had to suffer through the fight like all the other sports she suffered through. The small celebratory after party would be the perfect place, especially since Frank had graciously offered to hold it at his house. She discretely pulled him up the stairs, and quietly shut his bedroom door.
Danny smiled as she reached behind her to pull the zipper down on her dress. He started undressing as well, but stopped when he saw her choice of underwear— which was absolutely nothing. She stood by the door in nothing but a pair of heels. "Damn, your gorgeous."
Linda blushed, momentarily attached to her spot by the door.
"Absolutely gorgeous," Danny almost sauntered over time her, taking her face in his hands. He kissed her, nearly immediately getting tongue access. He loved her moans, but he knew he'd have to silence her yelps.
Linda felt her knees go weak when Danny squeezed her ass. With expert fingers, she pulled his belt from the loops. She popped the button from the hole, and pushed his pants down. Her lips trailed from his lips to his jaw, down his neck. Her nails scraped his chest, taut torso, the band of his underwear, expertly playing him. After years of being married, she knew what drove him crazy; how to draw it out as slowly as possible, or do it quickly yet satisfyingly.
Danny groaned when her lips brushed his chest. He knew she would leave a few hickeys to be hidden behind his shirt. He closed his eyes as her tongue followed the contours of his muscles, every once in a while surprising him with her teeth.
Linda smirked as her fingers danced across Danny's underwear. She knew he was straining against his underwear; she knew it, which was why she ghosted over him. Her fingers slid across his hips, splayed against his thighs, squeezed his ass.
"Linda," Danny almost whined.
"What?" The blonde looked up at him, smirking sexily. She saw the bulge in his briefs, "oh, am I going too fast? I can slow down."
"Linda!"
"Yes?"
"Just.... do it."
"Do What? Slow down? Okay." Linda wasn't expecting Danny to lift her to her feet. She wasn't expecting him to pick her up bridal style, and set her on her feet near the bed. She wasn't expecting him to sit and pull her into his lap.
He rubbed her round ass, squeezing it every now and again. He was getting the blood to flow, "you know what happens when you don't give me what I want."
Linda bit her lip, waiting for his hand to make contact. She yelped when Danny's hand collided with her ass; the tables had turned, and she knew she'd be sore for days to come.