Page 85 of My Tiny Giant
He walked in front of me.
“Lay down,” he ordered, tossing my bra aside.
I lay on my back, and he sat on my upper arm.
“This is so much easier to do, now that I’m bigger.” He hugged my breast with both arms then took the tip in his mouth.
The sharp press of his teeth made me yelp. Then, the warm wave of desire swept over my body as he soothed the pain with his tongue.
“I can touch them both, now.” He grinned, straddling me. One leg on each side of my ribcage, he reached out with both hands, stroking a nipple with each. “This will forever remain my most favorite spot in the world.” He leaned in, kissing along the valley between my breasts.
I moaned softly. The sparks of pleasure from his touch scattered through my body like ripples in a pond.
“Give me your hands,” Agan said.
Unsure what he wanted, I lifted my hands above my chest.
“Cup this one for me. Just like that.” He positioned my hand under my breast, arranging my fingers just the way he wanted. “Squeeze the tip.” He adjusted the grip of my thumb and my finger on my nipple.
I did what he asked, another moan escaping my lips as a charge of arousal shot down my body.
“Harder, sweetheart, because I know you like it harder.” He squeezed my other nipple in his hand, making my hips buck from a wave of sharp pleasure. Dragging his tongue along the tip of my breast, he followed it with a kiss.
He placed my other hand around my second breast then slid down my body.
“Lift your hips.” He got hold of the waistband of my panties, “Just like that,” he murmured dragging them down my legs to my ankles. “Good girl.”
With a hand on each of my shins, he made me bend my legs. Sliding his palms along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, he walked closer.
“Ready?” He glanced at me, sinking to his knees between my spread legs.
My breath hitched at the gentle touch of his fingers as he circled my most sensitive spot then firmly pressed the ball of his palm to it.
I could only nod in reply to his question. Words had deserted me.
Keeping one hand on my hot, swollen bud of nerves, he balled his other hand into a fist.
“Let me feel you inside.” He slid his hand in, and I arched my back with a gasp.
It felt so good to be filled.
He opened his fist inside me, stroking something that made pure pleasure flutter through my lower belly. My inner muscles clenched around his arm.
“Oh, Agan... This is...” I moaned at the exquisite sensation of his fingers dancing inside me. He moved his arm deeper until my opening circled his bicep. Whatever I was going to say trailed off with a loud moan that came from deep inside my chest.
Intense pleasure spiraled through my entire body, building up higher and higher. With his arm deep inside me, Agan put his mouth on me on the outside, nibbling and sucking new waves of ecstasy out of me.
The hot spring of pressure tightened in me with Agan’s every move. With another lick and a stroke, it unfurled, rolling through me with bliss.
I screamed, my thighs trembling, my arms fisting into the bed spread beneath me.
For a few intense, joyful moments, the world ceased to exist as I rode the crest of the most amazing orgasm.
With a long, shuddered inhale, I relaxed back into the sheets, every muscle in my body trembling with the receding tide of the sensations that Agan had made me feel.
“I could die right now...” The words floated lazily out of my mouth. “And I’d die absolutely happy.”
Leaping over my thigh, Agan came to my side then straddled my chest again, just below my breasts.