His touch was electric, yet soothing at the same time. Feeling his thumbs work on the arch of her foot, she sighed in pleasure, tension she didn't even know she had pouring out of her as he worked her foot.
"I like that smile," Brutus said softly as his hand moved up to her calf. His fingers kneaded, not hard enough to cause pain but enough to slowly lengthen her muscle and leave her leg feeling soft and supple.
"You make me smile a lot," Linda admitted as he switched feet, working his way up to her other knee.
Only then did he start on her thighs, using the heels of his palms to work the oil into her skin.
She could feel her own arousal growing as he reached her hips, the desire evident in his eyes and the bulge in his boxers. Yet, he remained patient, respecting her boundaries even as her body responded to his touch. The warmth of his hands against her skin sent waves of anticipation through her, and she found herself yearning for more.
"It's amazing," Brutus said softly as he lifted his hands from her hips to instead lift her left arm up, "how strong you are. I can feel the muscle and strength underneath my touch, but it doesn't show on your figure when you're moving."
"Except for my backside," Linda said softly, smiling. "I definitely suffer from the disease of no-ass-at-all."
Brutus huffed in good humor, running his hands in a tube up and down her biceps and triceps, working on them before focusing on her forearms.
"Not from what I've seen. I like the curves of your backside."
Brutus continued his massage, each stroke of his hands soothing her body while at the same time adding to the heat building inside her. Brutus knew it too, ignoring her sensitive areas for everything else until finally the fingers of his hands found her chest.
"Yesssss," Linda hissed, her back arching as he stroked her skin.
He wasn't even touching her nipple, just running his fingers over the softer skin of her breast while working her chest muscles.
"Shhh," Brutus whispered, his eyes fixed on hers. "Linda, I'm not... ohhhh."
She smiled, looking up at him as he felt her hand wrapped around his shaft. She stroked him slowly, their hands working together as Brutus massaged her chest. He was especially tender around her bruise, a reminder of their recent ordeal, but his touch brought her a comforting sense of peace.
His fingers closed around her stiff nipple and she gasped, her hand stroking him faster as he tugged on her nipples until she squirmed. When he let go she pulled him up higher until his hardness was even with her mouth and she turned on her side, taking him between her lips.
Brutus groaned, his hand guiding her head gently as she pleased him. It had taken a while for her to get used to his size, but the tenderness in his responses made learning to pleasure her boyfriend an eagerly embraced journey.
His taste was surprisingly sweet and tangy on her tongue. She didn't know what it was about his diet, maybe just that so much of it was healthy, organic foods, maybe it was that he balanced his vitamins perfectly, or maybe it was just him.
"Mmmm, that's it baby," he growled lightly, reaching down with a free hand to the juncture between her thighs.
She was already ready for him, and as he slid two fingers inside her, he groaned in desire.
"God you're so wet and ready."
Linda pulled back, nodding. "I've wanted you since we first shared that quiet moment in the bath after everything that happened."
Brutus smiled and pulled back, lifting Linda's leg and getting between her thighs. As soon as she nodded he joined their bodies, the two of them gasping as they connected.
"So full," Linda purred, reaching up and stroking the back of his neck as he pushed further into him. "So good."
"You're the best." Brutus pulled back and moved forward again.
As they moved together, the world around them seemed to fade, their connection deepening with each shared breath. The cabin filled with the sounds of their passion, the wooden bed frame creaking softly beneath them.
They'd made love so many times, Linda couldn't believe it. She hadn't had a lot of lovers in her time, and none for more than two or three occasions.
But she was never, ever tired of Brutus. The power of his movements, the intensity in his eyes, the strength and assurance he had as he brought her body to the quivering edge of release was good each and every time.
"Yes yes yes," Linda gasped, clutching him tightly with her hands as he sped up.
The bed rocked against the wall of the cabin and she locked her legs around his body, her entire being consumed by the sensations coursing through her. Her spine coursed like a raging river of joy, her body washed away in the tidal wave that was Brutus's passion.
"Linda!" Brutus called out, his body tensing.
