And when she put her arms around his neck, the words didn't matter. What mattered was Linda, and the smell of her skin, the gleam in her eyes... and the feeling of her lips pressing against his.
Because this time, there was no reluctance at all.
11
LINDA
Walking through the front door of Brutus's house, she had to remind herself that he'd come from privilege. When he'd told her that he had a 'regular style house' that wasn't anything special beyond the features he'd put in for his football career, she'd expected a regular style home.
Instead, the girl who grew up in a home with bare concrete floors and a gauzy curtain covering the front entrance for three quarters of the year was floored as she looked around at the gigantic, luxurious home in front of her.
Twelve foot high ceilings, furniture that was clearly custom made for a man Brutus's size, high tech touches everywhere… the man's living room alone was bigger than her entire home growing up. She couldn't even begin to try and put a price tag on what it all cost.
"Are you okay?" Brutus asked her, taking her hand. "Linda, if you don't want to-"
"No… no, I want to," she assured him. "I just… when you told me you had a regular style house, I expected something different. This isn't a normal house, Brutus. It's luxe on a level I've never seen before."
Brutus looked around, slightly surprised. "I guess I need to recheck my definition of normal then. But this house is hardly luxurious compared to you."
Linda felt heat flush her neck, and she bit her lip. "Brutus…"
"It's okay." He took her hand again. "Linda, I want you. I'm not going to lie. We've kissed twice, and my chest is still tight from the memories of those kisses, and the anticipation of what I want to do. But there's no pressure. If you want to just have a drink, we can do that. You want to have me drive you back to base, I'll do that. But if you would let me… I want you very, very much."
This time, when he tugged her closer she went with him, kissing him again. He lifted her in his arms, carrying her into the living room and to the couch, where they tumbled to the soft surface, Linda still in his arms.
"Wow." Linda landed on top of Brutus, feeling the surface of the couch.
It felt like one of those couches that somehow instantly molded to your body regardless of how you moved, supporting you perfectly and making you feel like you were on a cloud. The upholstery was both silky yet cool to the touch, and her fingers wanted to stroke it again and again.
"I could get used to this couch."
"And I could get used to you on the couch with me." Brutus reached for the hem of her crop top.
She's worn it on purpose, knowing it was one of her sexiest pieces of clothing. She wanted to feel sexy on their date, and Brutus had made her feel especially so.
They squirmed, clothing flew around the couch until Linda found herself nude, Brutus's arms wrapped around her as he kissed and nibbled at her neck, his hands stroking her flesh and lighting her body on fire.
She was just as ravenous, exploring the feeling of his muscles and reaching down to gasp as she found his manhood, hard and insistent against her belly.
"How do you even get your football pants on with that thing?"
Brutus chuckled. "I'm more of a grower than a shower. And I don't get hard for football. For you… very hard."
"Gracias Dios for growth then," she said before kissing him again intensely.
They ground against each other, squirming back and forth before Brutus tumbled to the carpeted floor, pulling Linda with him. She grinned, pinning him down.
"So it's like that, huh?"
She slid up his body, Brutus grinning as he helped, pulling her higher until she was straddling his face, and he licked his lips. Lifting his head, he kissed the tender flower between her legs and Linda moaned, pitching forward and barely catching herself on the carpet as Brutus and his tongue did things to her body that she'd never experienced before.
She didn’t know where he learned to pleasure a woman like this… but she was glad he did.
Linda had never had a man use his mouth and tongue on her the way Brutus did. Growing up in a macho culture, and then in the macho Army, her previous lovers had all been the type to 'go to pound town,' which she admitted she enjoyed when a lover had skillful stamina.
But when Brutus's tongue stroked the button at the top of her cleft she knew that she'd found another new favorite. He tasted and licked her like his entire purpose in the moment was to make her body melt and give in to his caresses, and as he nibbled on her clit, she couldn't resist it. She surrendered to him, amazed that even though she was on top, he was the one in total control of her pleasure.
"That's it, Linda," Brutus encouraged her as her hips started rolling, grinding down on his eager lips and tongue. "Let go baby. I've got you."
