You Are On My Mind

Afternoon Delight

*mature*

"Hey, how was work?" Linda smiled at Danny as he walked into the kitchen.
"Apparently, every woman I've talked to today slept with the dead guy. Including my partner."
"Every woman?" She found that hard to believe.
"Except you," he circled his arms around her waist, and she did the same, humming happily. The couple had been married four months, and were still in the new-marital bliss. His lips found hers, and she reciprocated the action.
The grandfather clock had chimed three fifteen minutes ago, causing Linda to ask, "why home so early? I mean, I have absolutely no problem with it, but I'm just curious."
"The boss told me to go home. We were getting nowhere with the case, and I was just in the way."
"That never stopped you before."
"That's because before, if I was coming home now, the house would be full. But I remembered no one was going to be here. No one except you and me," he said the last part slowly.
Linda smiled and kissed him again, the kiss growing heavy quickly. She felt Danny's hands unbutton the buttons on the back of her floral dress. He slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting the top hang loosely around her waist.
Linda yanked Danny's shirt from his pants, unbuttoning in record time. Her arm hooked around his neck, bringing him closer, and her other hand rested on his toned chest.
The couple kicked off their shoes and socks, something that was somewhat difficult to do while lip-locked. The cop's hands roamed his wife's back, gripping her white form-fitting T-shirt. His fingers dipped beneath where her dress was bunched up; when he felt warm flesh against his hands, he smiled against her lips. His fingers traveled where her underwear should've been, and he scratched at her curls.
Linda moaned, gripping the collar of her husband's shirt. She moaned louder when Danny fake-scolded,
"Don't you think you'd catch cold, not where any underwear like that?"
He pushed her dress off her hips, neither of them realizing they were now in the dining room. He groped her breasts atop her bra, grinding himself against her.
Linda groaned and bit her lip as Danny's fabric clad crotch ground against her bare one. Her toes curled and whimpers cane from her mouth. She managed to rip the belt from his hips, dropping it to the floor.
Minutes later found the couple in the foyer, Linda's back against the wall of the stairs. Her blonde hair clung to her face and the back of her neck as Danny peppered kisses on her stomach. He was on his knees deliberately avoiding the area that need the most attention.  "Danny," Linda almost wined, pushing her hips towards him. He bit one of her hips, and she yelped in pleasure.
"What is it that you want?"
She closed her eyes; sometimes the 'tell me what you want' line he used was frustrating.
His mouth was on her other hip, leaving a mark. "I can't give you anything, if I don't know what you want."
"Dammit, Danny! Touch me!" She breathed out, desperation clouding her voice.
The cop had half a mind to ask 'where', but didn't since he heard the amount of sexual frustration in his wife's voice. He slipped his tongue inside her, poking and prodding, and stopped right before she found her pleasure.
Linda, although new to this game, knew what he was doing. She had complained bitterly the first time, but after experiencing it, she was nearly begging for it every time. Never did she imagine holding off an orgasm would make it more intense. But it does. Ohh, it does!
By the time they were half way up the stairs, both of them were half naked. They crashed into the wall at the top of the stairs, then stumbled to Danny's room, lips and tongues still battling.
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Mary Reagan frowned at the trail of clothes from the kitchen to the upstairs hallway. She shook her head, making a mental note to tell her son not to do that again.
Jamie Reagan, who was a curious thirteen year old, followed the clothes to his big brother's bedroom. He knocked on the door and heard grunts. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Linda! Go away!" Danny answered, his hand over Linda's mouth as she tried desperately not to cry out her pleasure.
"You can't do— coming! Hold on, Mom wants me." Jamie ran down the stairs, leaving the couple alone.
Danny waited until he heard Jamie in the kitchen. "Okay," he went back to his attack on Linda's neck. "Continue."
Linda's cries of pleasure were definitely more intense then they would've been eight seconds ago. Danny quickly followed her high, then collapsed on the bed next to her, both tired and spent.
"Now. Aren't'cha glad I came home early?"