Opal snuggled back into the warm, strong arms of her lover. She was not a small woman, yet when she slept next to Pholus, she felt petite. With a smile, she realized that for the first time since she had met him, he was asleep and she was not. She laid there for long, exquisite minutes, doing nothing more than enjoying the warmth of his body, the quiet sound of his breathing, and the close touch of his skin.

He roused, finally, and stretched, rolling onto his back with a yawn. Opal turned to face him, and stroked the firm muscles of his chest. Scars, both fresh and faded, marred its broad expanse, but to her it was perfect. “Good morning, love,” she cooed.

“Mm, morning.” His voice rumbled under her hand.

“How are you feeling?”

“Still a little stiff. I need some exercise. Do you think there’s a place to work out here?”

“How about right here?” Her hand drifted under the sheets. Like her, he slept in the nude. Even mostly soft, his cock’s meaty length filled her hand. “Our first appointment isn’t until this afternoon.”

The corner of his mouth drew upwards in a sideways grin. “It sounds like a decent warm-up, at least.” He patted her on the shoulder. “Get up and let me see you.”

Opal threw her leg over his robust thighs and swung into a kneeling position. She was over thirty years old, but running a clinic in the wilderness of Papua New Guinea for the past seven years had been good for her body. Underneath her generous curves lay a fit, able body that had served her well during their desperate trek through the jungle.

Pholus ran his hands over her knees, her thighs, her hips, her waist. Opal loved the feel of his wide hands. Even after having had them on her body so many times, she marveled at how gentle those hands could be.

He had been a Blackstorm mercenary, genetically engineered to be the perfect soldier. Seven feet tall and powerfully built, she had named him Pholus at their first meeting, after a mythological centaur. Something about him reminded her of horses. His compatriots had pursued them all the way to Port Moresby, desperate to preserve the secret that people like him existed.

Opal stroked his cock, feeling its loose, wrinkled skin smooth out as it grew. His organ would reach about twenty centimeters, with just the right thickness to fill her without being painful–if she were ready for it. She wouldn’t be able to take it, not yet, not until she had gotten good and hot.

Shuffling up on her knees, Opal brought her pussy into contact with that magnificent cock. The anticipation of making love to Pholus had already gotten the process of arousal started, but she needed more before she could get what she wanted. Rocking her hips, she rubbed her vulva against his cock.

He took her generous breasts in his hands, encompassing them easily in spite of their size. He kneaded them gently, letting her nipples rub over his palms. Moaning softly, she clutched his hands tight, encouraging him to squeeze and grope. Gentleness was all well and good, but this morning she wanted to feel his strength.

“I have an idea,” she cooed, raising the tempo of her strokes a bit.

“What’s that?” He pinched her nipples between his thumb and the side of his hand.

“I want you to stand up and fuck me while you’re holding me. That would be something of a workout, wouldn’t it?” The very thought of it got her wet.

“Are you ready?” He shifted one hand to stroke her face, touch her ear, her shoulder, her elbow.

“Mm…yes, I think so.” In addition to all the other reasons to love him, Pholus was a considerate bed partner. While he insisted on being in charge in the bedroom, he never wanted to cause her pain.

“Alright then,” he said, sitting up quickly. Opal whooped and nearly fell over backwards, but he caught her behind the small of her back and trapped her thighs with his elbows.. “Something like this?” His cock lodged between her thighs, pressed firmly against her pussy.

“Are you going to be able to stand up like this?” He said nothing, but just swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rose. She wrapped her hands around his neck and held on desperately. Opal could feel the taut cords of muscle under his skin, but his smiling face betrayed no strain. “I guess you are,” she gasped.

He laughed and tensed his arms, lifting her body out away from his. Slowly, his cock slid down until it nudged the entrance of her sex, and then slid inside. “Ooh, slowly,” she said, wincing at slight twinges as her vaginal muscles stretched to accommodate his girth. She closed her eyes, concentrating on relaxing and surrendering to the fullness his cock produced inside her.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice low and gentle.

“Yes, just…nngh…give me a minute.”

“Let me know.”

Opal nodded. Slowly, her body adapted, and the pain faded. They had made love twice before, once hidden in a borrowed hammock in New Guinea and once on the plane, but both times she had been tremendously aroused and it hadn’t been this hard. She made a mental note not to jump the gun again.”Okay, I’m ready.”

Pholus’s hands shifted under her ass and lifted her slightly, then back down, fucking her with no more than the raw strength of his arms. She tried to help, squeezing his body with her thighs to lever herself upwards. The feeling of being so precariously suspended and yet so securely held filled her with giddy energy. She felt like she was trusting Pholus with everything, her heart, her soul, even her body.