The house was quiet as he carried her inside, his arms not straining at all as he held her close.
"Welcome home."
Linda smiled, holding him close. "It's good to be home. And this feels familiar."
Brutus paused in the living room, humming. "True. Just about a week ago, I was getting ready to carry you to the bedroom and cuddle you to sleep. Now, I'm getting ready to take you to the bedroom again."
"For cuddles?" Linda asked playfully, running her fingers through Brutus's hair. "You're growing it out some. I like it."
She was light as a feather in his arms as he entered the bedroom before setting her down on her feet, taking her hands.
"I love you, Linda Castellanos. That you're going to have my child is a gift beyond measure. That I have you in my life is even more of a gift."
Slowly he unzipped her uniform top, smoothing it off her shoulders before letting it fall to the ground. He was never tired of watching her body reveal itself as the shapeless, functional Army uniform dropped to the floor. The way the curve of her breasts became something more than a blob of camo, the way her hips went from nonexistent to flared outward, it was no wonder why he was rock hard in his pants even before he'd slipped her boots off and pulled off her socks to reveal her dainty little toes.
"Brutus, you're not... ohhhh," Linda moaned as he kissed her foot.
He didn't know what it was about the nerves in the foot that was so erotic to Linda, but he didn't care either. All he knew was that as he kissed her big and second toe, she was already almost panting.
"Yes I am, Linda." He laid her foot down on the bed before stripping off his t-shirt and pushing his pants off. "I'm going to do everything you like, and do it again, and again, until you're mine forever."
"And what if I already am?" she asked.
Brutus smiled.
"Then I get to do it again... forever."
Climbing into the bed, he kissed her, their mouths merging as seamlessly as their souls. It was a soulful kiss, with Brutus pouring his heart into it. Linda returned it just as deeply, and as he broke the seal to kiss down her neck, he could feel his heart bursting inside him.
"Mine," he whispered as he pulled her shirt off and helped her take off her bra, freeing her breast. "Mine."
"Yours," Linda assured him, gasping sharply as he sucked on a nipple. Her hands pulled him in deeper, and together they lifted her hips and pushed her pants off, leaving them skin to skin in the big bed.
"I want you everywhere." Brutus' hands explored her skin.
She was all curves and smooth lines, the utter epitome of beauty in his eyes, and knowing that the life growing inside her was there because of him left him breathless. He could explore her skin for days without growing bored, and as he ran his fingers down the sides of her thighs she smiled, parting her legs for him.
Where she was even more beautiful, her skin slightly dusky yet silky soft, inviting his fingers. He stroked her, gathering her honey on his fingertips before licking them clean, smiling at the flavor. Linda hummed.
"You like?"
"I could go down on you every day," Brutus admitted, kissing her lips as he returned his hand to her wet folds, pushing inside her and pumping them slowly. "I could give you orgasms every day. I could have you every day."
"I will love you... every day," Linda promised him in between strokes of his fingers, whimpering as he found the spots that he'd come to know and love so well.
He knew her body like he knew his own, better than he knew football, better than he knew anything in the entire world.
He brought her to the cusp of coming once, then twice, and finally on the third time Linda could take no more. Pushing him back, she rolled on top of him, swinging a leg over and immediately spearing herself upon him.
"Fuck yes!" she growled, planting her hands on his chest. "Just remember baby, I might be pregnant... but I sure as fuck ain't fragile. And if you doubt me, I might just ride you off."
Brutus grinned, reaching back and smacking Linda's ass playfully. She yelped, grinning as she started to rise and fall on his manhood, squeezing herself around him with every stroke.
She was right, he knew. He'd said again and again that she was a warrior, that she was badass, but he almost never treated her like that in bed. He was always gentle, tender... but as he grabbed her hip and rolled her over, he knew what his love wanted.
"Not if I blow your back out first," he growled, driving his hips hard into her. Linda yelped, crying out in pleasure as his hips slammed into her, his balls bouncing off her upturned hips.
Again and again he thrust, hard and savage, both of them loving the sensation. He never knew it could be this way, this overwhelming. Never had he had a lover who could take his unrestrained power.
