Linda moaned in utter ecstasy, riding Brutus's face, his fingertips digging into her hips as he brought her untold levels of pleasure. She threw her head back as she felt a release building in her body. She'd been too long without a lover, and while she wasn't afraid to take care of her own needs in her room in the barracks, she'd never felt something this big building inside her.
It was almost scary, but at the same time she felt totally secure under Brutus's control, his mouth and hands and touch telling her that she could fall apart with him. She'd never felt safer being totally out of control with a man, and as the tip of his tongue flicked over her clit quickly, she gave herself totally into his touch.
The first jolt of her orgasm hit her like a punch in the chest, stopping her breath and making her eyes roll back in their sockets. Her hips lost all control, her thighs trembling as she felt waves of release course through her. Brutus stayed right with her through it all, hungrily sucking and drinking down her juices until his face gleamed in the overhead lights, and he was grinning foolishly, everything from his nose to his chin gleaming.
"You should see how you look from down here."
Linda chuckled, and pushed down his body so she could kiss him, licking her tang off his lips. "You should see how you look. Half drunk almost."
Brutus smiled and kissed her back. His arms wrapped around her, stroking her skin and cupping her ass. "You are pretty intoxicating."
They kissed again, Linda pushing her body back along his torso until she felt something press against her. Breaking the kiss, she looked over her shoulder at his still rock hard dick, knowing what she wanted next. He was big, a lot bigger than any of her previous lovers for sure, and even though she knew that didn't mean anything about his skills as a lover, the primal part of her yearned to feel the pleasure such an endowment could give her.
"We can't let that go to waste, can we?"
Brutus shook his head, his breath catching as she reached down and took him in her hand. Holding him aloft, she positioned him at her entrance. "Brush your hair back," he said, his voice tight. "Or let me. I want to see this."
Linda tossed her head back, looking down at the junction between her thighs as Brutus disappeared into her body inch by gloriously thick inch. She felt filled before he was even halfway inside her and she paused, her breath coming in short hitches as she finally had to pause.
"Brutus, I-"
"Take what you need, Linda." He reached up to hold her by the waist. He supported her weight effortlessly, the strength and power that could inflict untold damage on a football field restrained and adjusted totally towards her needs and her pleasure. "I've got you."
Linda relaxed, letting herself go into Brutus's hands. His strength was amazing, he held her stone still as her body slowly, agonizingly adjusted to his massive, amazing dick. When she felt the pain go away she lifted up a little, sliding back down and feeling her eyes literally cross as another fresh, deep wave of pleasure pulsed its way up her spine to explode in her lust-addled brain.
"Oh fuuuucck…"
"That's it," Brutus said encouragingly, his voice tight as he held himself under steel willed control. She could feel his desire to claim her, to ravage her body and seize what he wanted. But he held back, letting her adjust so they both could enjoy it. "God you feel so good. Just let yourself be, Linda. I've got you."
And the truth was, she felt it. She could feel herself in his hands as she rode up and down his length, slowly working more and more inside her with each rise and fall of her hips. By the time her ass settled against his hips she was throbbing, her body shivering with the need to come again, her eyes tight as she tried to draw it out.
But Brutus wouldn't let her.
"Linda." He let go of her waist to cup her breasts. "Let go. It's okay. I've got you."
The inherent strength and comfort in his voice, the surety and the desire, unlocked her inner vixen, and she let go of all restraints she had. Riding him fast and hard, her hips clapped up and down on his thighs, her body jolted by the intense sensation of his manhood thrusting in and out of her. He was unlike any man she'd ever been with before, and while size wasn't everything, in Brutus's case, it was enough to trigger nerves and sensations inside her she didn't even knew existed.
Her second orgasm hit her even harder, her body shaking so hard she spasmed off of him, gasping and curling up on the floor until she thought she was going to lose consciousness. But when it passed she looked at him and saw he was still hard… and the fighter inside her knew she wasn't going to let him go unsatisfied.
Turning around, she planted her elbows on the cushion of the couch. "Inside me." She looked over her shoulder. "Brutus, do it until you let go this time. Fill me up."
"You sure?" Brutus got to his knees. His body glistened, sweat coating every inch of his torso, and to Linda he looked like a living, breathing god of lust and desire. She nodded, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and offering it to him as he got into position, his knees pushing hers apart as he pressed against her wet, hungry opening. Brutus chuckled, and took her hair in his powerful fist. "Promise you'll tell me if it hurts."
"I promise," Linda said, and those were the last words her mind could make. She thought he'd been deep before? It was nothing compared to the depths he reached as he thrust into her. She felt like if he went any deeper, her spine would be replaced with his dick, and waves cascaded upon each other like a waterfall, sweeping her away in the hard, body jolting pleasure as his hips slapped against her ass.
Her entire body was jolted. Her hips pressed against the side of the couch, her breasts dragging over the silky smooth upholstery and adding to the pleasure. Unable to even hold herself up she buried her head into the cushion, crying out in joy with each deep, hard stroke.
There was no sex talk, no words. Just the sound of their bodies slapping together, the huffed gasps of their breath as they pushed each other harder and harder, the squeak as the sofa's frame protested the intense strain put upon it in a direction it was never designed to take.
Linda lost herself in the haze, feeling like she was when she was a little girl, when she'd floated, adrift on the waves and where the water moved her back and forth, and everything felt… good.
This was better, it was like the sea but with utter pleasure mixed in, the pounding of each of Brutus's thrusts like waves, tumbling her and making her want to shout to the heavens as she felt more like a woman than she ever had before in her life.
And Brutus was right there with her, powerful but also restrained, giving her just what her body needed. He was savage, but not too hard, pulling on her ponytail enough to bend her head back but not hurting her. He was the perfect lover, and Linda came harder, again and again in a rolling wave of climax.
His guttural cry tore from his chest and he thrust a final time, swelling inside her before his release. Linda cried out, her body clamping down around him until she thought she was going to fall apart, held together by nothing but the feeling of him inside her and his hand grasping her ponytail. It was the biggest orgasm of her life, and as it subsided she sagged to the sofa, unable to even hold herself up, and not caring.
What she cared about was the feeling of his arms around her as he stayed with her, holding her close, and keeping her safe.
