Page 98 of My Tiny Giant

I hadn’t seen Agan with his pants off before he’d been shrunk. His was by far the most impressive penis I’d ever seen, I realized. It was the most intimidating one, too.

“There is no way I could fit you between my breasts anymore,” I said slowly, staring at it for some reason.

“Not my entire body, no,” he laughed, leaning closer and pressing himself to me. “But we could still play with some variations of that.”

I moved my gaze to his chest. Short, tawny fur grew over his hard pectoral muscles. The rays of morning sun caught in it, giving him a golden sheen.

My golden boy.

I raised my hand tentatively. His chest stopped moving as he held his breath. Slowly, I placed my palm right above his heart, then slid it up to his shoulder. His fur felt smooth and silky, but not as fine as it did when he was smaller. I placed my other hand on his chest, too, learning anew the sensation of touching him.

“Emma?” he asked softly, the words vibrating in his chest under my hand. “Is everything okay?” A note of concern mixed into his tone.

“Yes.” I slid my hands up to his thick neck, tracing the hard cords of muscles with my fingers. After gliding my palms over the bulging mounds of his shoulders, I moved my hands down his arms next. “There’s so much of you, Agan.” I trailed my finger down one of the elegant lines of his colorful tattoo, over the steep mountain of his bicep and into the dip inside his elbow.

“Is it too much?” He frowned. “Am I too much for you, Emma?”

I leaned back to better see his eyes, finding myself drowning in them.

He held on to my shoulders, not allowing me to move far away from him.

“Will you still have me, Emma,” he asked. “All of me, as big as I am? With my inflated ego? My over-the-top attitude?”

“And your larger-than-life character?” I smiled, reaching up to cup his face. The hardness of his chiseled cheekbone was softened by the silky glide of his fur.

I wasn’t tall enough to kiss him. Even if I got on my tiptoes, I couldn’t reach his mouth with mine, not even close. Thankfully, he leaned down, searching for a kiss himself.

“You’re just enough for me, Agan,” I whispered against his lips, sinking my fingers into the thick mass of his wavy hair. “To me, you’re absolutely perfect. I’ll take as much as you’ll give me. And I’ll treasure it all.”

He lifted me up easily and kissed me deeply. His lips claimed mine. His tongue invaded my mouth. Agan laid his claim to me in a new way—thoroughly and completely.

“I’ve dreamt about this,” he murmured, trailing kisses from my lips to my neck. My legs around his waist, I held on to his wide shoulders, his thick arms holding me tight. “I wanted to gather all of you in my arms at once.” Not letting go of me, he sauntered back to the bed. “I want to take you, Emma to make you mine. In every way.”

He laid me on the mattress, then climbed on it himself. The bed frame groaned under his weight but held as he kissed me again, with a hunger of a man who’d been starving for ages.

My body was almost entirely hidden under his. His arms and legs caged me, holding most of his weight off me. His hands were everywhere at once. And he invaded all of my senses.

The brush of his fur against my bare skin felt invigorating, charging every nerve in my body. Everything inside me buzzed with excitement and anticipation. Desire for him ebbed and grew with each stroke of his tongue and every glide of his hands.

I spread my legs wider, allowing the hard ridge of his erection to press against my core. The contact sent a new wave of desire through my lower belly, pulsing with heat between my legs.

“I want you, Agan,” I whimpered, lifting my hips and grinding myself against him.

“Fuck...” he kissed my neck greedily before leaning back a little. “I can’t wait any longer.”

The fat tip of his hard-on pressed against my opening, and I threw my head back, closing my eyes. “More.”

He slowly thrust deeper, rotating his hips and stretching me. A long, low rumble rolled through his chest, accompanied by a groan of pleasure as he sank in.

“This is amazing, Emma.” He moaned above me, shoving another inch farther. “You are so tiny, my giant woman. So incredibly tight.”

My body tingled and stretched around him as he moved deeper, filling me entirely. He thrust once more, and I whimpered, alarmed—there was nowhere for him to go any farther. It felt as if my internal organs were about to shift.

He was simply too large.

Worried, I pressed both hands into his chest. “No more, Agan. I can’t take you all.”

I doubted anyone could, but maybe he was right, and I was tiny—too small for him.