Linda seems to think for a moment, then allows the knife to topple out of her hand, it's heavier metal blade causing it to roll off of the back of her hand and clatter onto the polished tile of the bathroom floor. "Linda, why did you-!" your sentence was cut off as Linda quite literally pounced you, her chest pressing tightly against yours as her arms wrapped around your body like a vise and her legs clamped down across your midsection, an impressive feat considering how many pieces Linda was in. Due to the swiftness of her movements, the slipperiness of the floor, and the fact that you were viewing all of this from an unfamiliar vantage point you feel hard onto your ass, "What the hell Linda, I could've been hurt!" You complain, though in all honesty her roughhousing was already getting you excited.
"Sorry about that," Linda responded insincerely "I can get a little bit too physical when I'm in the mood. I hope you don't mind too much." Her legs unraveled themselves and straddled your thighs shortly before her arms released your chest. With one hand she shoved you forcefully onto your back, with you only half way allowing her to do so. She then reached down and held both of your hands in place above where your head once resided, her powerful grip both a surprise and a turn on. Linda began grinding against you, her lower lips rubbing against yours in slow yet powerful drags. Her chest was pressed into the bottom of your own, her shorter body topping you like one twice it's size. You could stop her, you could take the lead, but in all honest you didn't want to. She knew what she was doing, she knew what she wanted, and by yielding to her you were feeling just how good she was.
She changed her grip and held both of your hands together over where your head had been with just her right hand, a hold that while simple enough to escape freed up a hand that you sincerely wanted to feel on your more sensitive flesh. She brought it down ever so slightly and began rubbing the empty pink expanses of your shoulders, her fingers applying just enough pressure to make you satisfied yet still want more. From there she traced down the center of your upper chest, down your sternum, lifting herself off of you slightly to give herself greater access to you. She rolled her fingers forcefully over your left breast, sliding your nipple between two of her fingers and shaking it roughly.
You watched from a distance, a bystander in your own fucking, as she drew her hand lower, down past your stomach where she teasingly scraped her short nails across your flesh causing you to squirm, down beyond your navel where she stopped momentarily just to get a rise from you. "Care to continue? You look a little tense." She joked. She could see you out of the corner of her eye and saw just how flustered you were. You did not even realize you were biting your lip or when you had started, but now saliva drenched your lower lip.
"Do it!" You commanded, wanting more than anything else to feel what she could do to you down there.
"What's the magic word?" She asked tauntingly, dragging out your release as long as possible.
"Please fucking do it!"
"There we go!" She chirps, and with that she plunged two fingers into you with the swiftness of a cheetah, her thumb rolling over your clitoris and her last two fingers wiggling back and forth to stimulate your lips.
You barely lasted four minutes. Not four minutes until your first orgasm mind you, but for minutes before you had to ask her to stop. You came four times, approximately once a minute as she bounced up and down on you. By the end of it you were incredibly light headed, every drop of blood pooling (somehow?) into your body, into your lower body more specifically. You could barely breath, but in between ragged breaths you managed to say "Thank.... you..."
Linda responded in a puzzling manner. "I'm sorry."
You had no more energy for words, and could produce only the questioning sound "Uh?"
Linda then says...