Page 67 of My Tiny Giant

“Beautiful.” He leaned back on his arms, taking in the view of the topless me. “Even better than I’ve dreamed.”

My nipples hardened under his stare, and my cheeks heated from his complements.

“Do you prefer a man to lick your nipples, to pinch them, or to bite them?” he asked in a deep, raspy voice.

My breath hitched a little. Who asked these things?

“Well...”

Each word of his sent a small charge down to my lower belly. At the word “bite” trepidation vibrated through my chest, making my breasts feel heavier.

“Emma?” he prompted, obviously expecting an answer.

“Anything...” I croaked.

Something.

A tingling sensation spread through my body, concentrating in the tips of my breasts and between my legs. All those places heated and throbbed, needing some physical contact, now.

My fingers twitched to do just that, to touch myself.

“Take your pants off,” Agan commanded.

I obeyed, eagerly sliding my jeans off then promptly shimmying out of my black-lace underwear.

“That’s where she listens to me,” he muttered under his breath, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Do I hold a higher rank than you in the bedroom?” he chuckled.

I gave him a shrug in reply. Following his orders in the bedroom thrilled me. I didn’t mind it a bit.

“Lay down.” He gestured at the bed. “Knees raised, legs spread. Do not touch yourself. Leave it all to me.”

I stretched on top of the covers doing as he said, completely naked.

Excitement vibrated through me. The apprehension was still there, too, but I trusted Agan. His unwavering confidence proved contagious. My desire for him made me hope that everything was possible.

“Now what?”

“Now, all you have to do is lay still.” He promptly took his boots off, then jumped onto the bed and climbed onto my arm. “For as long as you can, of course,” he added with a crooked grin.

I struggled to control my ragged breathing.

He walked along my collar bone, stroking the edge of my jaw with his hand. Leaning in, he placed a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth, then headed down my chest, along the valley between my breasts.

Reaching the end of my sternum, he turned around and took a long look at my breasts. My skin prickled with a new wave of awareness.

Admiration warmed his face. “They look as great as they feel.”

He sank to his knees then spread his arms to stroke both breasts.

My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Anticipation tingled and teased with warmth between my legs.

Agan turned his attention to my right breast. Sliding both hands to the tip, he squeezed my nipple between his palms, kneading it firmly.

Thrill shot down my body with another charge of heat. I released a breath sharply, and it came out carrying a soft whimper at the end.

“You like that?” he murmured, flexing his hands a little harder. He shifted closer, placing his knees on each side of my breast, playing with the tip.

The sensation concentrated at that one point, getting more intense with each squeeze of his hands. Waves of desire spread through my body, building up between my legs. I drew my knees up higher, arching my back.