You Are On My Mind

Let's Get You Warmed Up

*mature*

Danny grumbled every curse word he knew as he walked to the street. Why was he always such an impulsive idiot? At least I'm not dead, the thought gave him little comfort as the cold October air whipped around him. He yelled at the first taxi he saw coming.
The taxi driver looked at him skeptically. "I don't know, man."
"Just Drive me to Staten Island." He had called his boss and got a pretty good ribbing and desk duty for a week. He through a week was a little harsh, but his boss did hate him...
"Staten Island?"
"Look, it'll be a good fee. You survive on the ridiculous amount of money you make us pay."
The driver shrugged, "I do like getting payed."
Danny rolled his eyes and got in the cab; I would've been better off outside. "There's no heat."
"Oh, no. Louie won't give us heat. I'm Tony."
"Danny."
"Nice to meet you, Danny. You live in Staten Island?"
"Yup. Drive quickly, please."
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When Linda heard the front door open, she grabbed a kitchen knife. She wasn't going to take any chances after what happened last week. She positioned herself by the door, ready to attack. She was not expecting what she saw, "what happened to you?!" Quickly the knife was forgotten and she was by her husband's side.
"I went... and there was the river and— I don't even wanna go into it." The pity card always works.
"You poor thing! The river? Come on, let's get you dry." She grabbed his wrist, leading him up the stairs into the en-suite. "You stay while I get your clothes and stuff."
Danny watched as Linda turned on the hot water in the bathtub, grabbed some fluffy beach towels, and exited the room. He discarded his shoes, socks, belt, and tie seconds before she came back.
Linda plopped the clothes on the counter next to the towels. She plugged the bathtub, keeping the hot water in. She turned and grabbed a fluffy towel, slinging it over her shoulder. "Aside from being soaking wet, are you okay? Did you hurt anything?" She took off his jacket.
Pouting, he answered, "only my ego."
"Aww," she cooed slightly, pulling his shirt tails from his pants. The shirt joined the jacket on the floor, "it'll grow back quickly."
"Hey. Are you teasin' me?"
"Maybe." Linda ran the towel across his chest, a little more cruelly than initially intended. If he didn't mention teasing.... "the water should take only a few more minutes to get where it's at your hips." She glided the towel across his lower abdomen. "Shouldn't take more than a few minutes." Her eyebrow raise was wicked.
Danny bit the inside of his cheek as she popped the button to his pants. He smirked when she gave him that look as she sunk to her knees, pulling the wet fabric with her. She gave him the same look, keeping eye contact, as she slid his wet underwear off. She toweled his legs dry, intentionally avoiding where he wanted her most. She was mean like that, and he lived for it. Throwing the towel aside, Linda sighed, flexing her fingers. "I'm afraid my hands are cold. I better warm them up, don't you think?" She scooted the small distance to the bath, where the water was probably hotter than Danny's liking, but perfect for her.
Danny watched as she shook the water from her hands, sliding back in front of him.
"I think it's about time we get you warmed up."
Danny wasn't sure what sound came out of his mouth when Linda's hot hands touched him. She hummed satisfactorily, sitting back on her knees. She leisurely stroked him, occasionally humming an unrecognizable melody as she did so. She moved her hands as if she was running her fingers over something valuable- painfully, agonizingly slow with great precision.
"Linda," Danny moaned, not caring that he was begging.
"I'm sorry, did you want something?" Linda smirked devilishly, giving him a small yank. Her grin turned wicked when she heard a hiss from above. "I'm just doing exactly what I said I would do: get you warm."
"Linda, this is not— holy shit." He cursed as she took him in her mouth with no warning whatsoever.
Better? She thought as she started her usual rhythm. She nearly choked a few minutes later when her husband moved to closer to the counter, clearly needing it for support.
"Linda," Danny whimpered, his hand tangling in her blonde locks. Secretly, she (and he) loved how she could get him so undone, unhinged. She let him guide her to his liking, knowing she'd have a sore throat by tomorrow.
The blonde swallowed around him, which was what it took to make him let go. She swallowed his juices before sliding off with a loud pop!
Wiping her mouth and smiling that same devious smile, Linda questioned, "are you sufficiently warmed up now?"