You Are On My Mind

Lessons

*mature*

"Linda, I've been thinkin'," Danny told her one sunny afternoon. He was on suspension for tangling too forcefully with a Perp. Frankly, he found that bullshit. But being at home meant he could spend more time with his wife, even if that meant cleaning the bathrooms.
"'Bout what, sweetie?" She turned around, rag and furniture polish in either hand. Even in worn-out, cutoff jeans, an old tee, and her blonde hair messily tied up with a bandanna, she was still the sexiest person he had ever seen.
"Remember last month, when I had to testify? Of course you remember that."
"I wish I could forget," Linda answered quietly, twisting the rag in her hand, not making eye contact.
"Oh, baby, I know." His voice was sad just then; not wanting to dwell too long of the possibility of losing his wife forever, he continued. "I wish it didn't have to happen, but the fact is, it did.... so I think it would be good if you Learned some basic self defense."
Linda nodded, "that makes sense. Should I go change? Into workout clothes?"
"We maybe both should."
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Thirty minutes later found the married couple in the basement, teacher and student.
Teacher and student, the thought played at Linda's subconscious— specifically, the part where her sexual fantasies were concocted. She had been shown how to fight off attackers from the front, sides, and back.... with different tactics. She hoped she remembered all of it; of course, if she didn't, all she had to do was ask for another lesson, or watch the talent portion of Miss Congeniality.
Danny stood behind her, adjusting her stance. He was now teaching her hand to hand combat, just in case. "Tuck your hips down."
"Like this?" Linda purposely pressed against him, hoping he'd get the hint.
"No. Here," his hands touched her hips, straightening them. He slid his hands to her buttocks, maneuvering it how he wanted. In his head, He had been going over every law he knew, trying not to get aroused by all the touching and feeling. He couldn't help himself, he just couldn't; so he gave her ass a quick squeeze, pretending he didn't know he had done that.
Linda moaned, feeling moisture gather in her small gym shorts. Her lip went between her teeth.
"What?"
"Dirty Dancing, Danny."
"What?" He ceases his motions, but his hands remained on the black fabric of her shorts.
"Dirty Dancing. Where what's-his-face was teaching Baby to dance. But they ended up having sex because of all the sexy touching and feeling."
"Sexy touching and feeling?" He decided to play it innocently. He heard the want, the desire in her voice.
"Yes. And it's all very distracting."
"The touching and feeling?"
"Don't think I can't feel or see you getting aroused through those damn tight gym shorts."
"Oh, really?" Danny walked in front of her, his arms crossed. He looked down, "I don't know what you're seeing, Linda."
She almost whispered, her nerves slowly staring to go aflame. "You're good at controlling it. Reciting.... some sort of boring ass shit in your head."
He smirked. He could always tell when she was aroused, either from the tone of her voice or the use of how many words, the words she spent the first years of Jack's life trying to bury, slipped out of her mouth.
"But frankly, it's still distracting."
"What's distracting?" He watched her shift her gaze to the wall, "what's distracting, Linda?"
"The hotness of you. Your chest, torso. Everything."
"What do you want to do with them?" Suddenly, his wife had become shy. Secretly, he loved that; his dominant side got to come out and play. "Linda. What do you want to do with them?"
Linda bowed her head, looking at the floor. "Lick them. I want to lick them."
"Wanna get it out of your system? Get rid of the distractions?"
Linda nodded, still not looking at him. She heard how his voice shifted; she knew the game— she was supposed to be submissive. But this would be something different, something new. Was she the submissive or the master this time? She walked over to him, and ran her hands along his torso. Her fingers traced the muscles, dipped into the valleys, slipped into the band of his shorts. Slowly, she raked her nails back up, leaving light red marks. Her tongue started mapping out its familiar route, tracing nonsense patterns along his taught torso. She bit down, and heard him hiss. Inwardly she smirked, hands moving to his hips. She pushed her thumbs into the dip of his hips, slowly sinking to the floor.
This time, Danny made no effort to push the arousing feelings away. He knew she wanted sex; he knew he wanted sex. Gosh, how he wanted to repeat the rough, I-need-to-feel-you-shake-beneath-me, breath-taking sex they had had over and over again he when had rescued her. He felt her teeth nip at his skin, and he let himself moan. She left a sizable mark, making no effort to ease the slight pain. He knew they both (possibly perversely) liked it better that way. He almost lost himself when she dragged her tongue from one hip to the other. There, she repeated her ministrations.
Before she could bite down once again, Linda felt herself being pulled up. Her lips were crushed by Danny's, his grip sure to leave bruises on her arms. Quickly, with nimble fingers, they undressed each other. She was in his arms, her legs wrapped around him as they fervently kissed. She felt herself being lifted once again, then set on something cold and hard.
One more hard kiss to her mouth, and Danny pulled back. He rubbed her sides with his hands, getting her even more aroused. He kneaded her breasts, slowly, methodically, until she moaned his name.
"Danny."
There was no mistaking her tone. He let his hands slide down her sides, to her stomach, on her thighs. He cupped his hands around her thighs, then parted them wide. He started licking one, holding the other one in place. He bit and nipped, licked and sucked until she was dripping with pleasure.
Linda shook, crying out his name as she had her high. Curses fell from her lips, her whole body flushed. Once mostly recovered, she grabbed Danny's face, plummeting her lips on his. It was her turn; her turn to turn him inside out, to let him lose all logical thought, to be as means as she could be..... very.