Page 23 of Tight Spaces

"Might?" she asked with a teasing look as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and started pushing down.

"Will."

"Better."

She tossed her thong away and then waited for him to do the same to his shorts. Only he hadn’t moved a muscle and his gaze was fixed on her nudity. "You’re exactly like I dreamed."

"You had dreams about me?"

"I did."

"I had dreams about you too. That means something, don’t you think?"

"It means we should have made it like bunnies at your sister’s wedding."

She found herself laughing again as he pushed his shorts off. Her laughter ended on a choked gasp as she got her first glimpse of his hard penis.

Okay, so her previous two encounters had been with much smaller men overall, but Max wasn’t just big. He was huge.

"You got a license for that thing?" she asked on another choked laugh.

He prowled toward her. "It’d have to be a Class OIC #3 for large weapons."

"You’ve got that right." Was he even going to fit?

She was going to try. Really, really hard. And like she’d told him, she was very determined.

He climbed up onto the bed, slinking over her until his body completely dwarfed hers, his hardened flesh a hot brand against the apex of her thighs and up her stomach.

Definitely big. Really, really.

"You okay, professor?"

"Oh, yes." More than. Really.

"You sure?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You keep saying really over and over again."

"Oh, um...it’s just a word." And she’d been thinking out loud again. Aargh.

"And you are just adorable."

Again, huge improvement over how her other sex partners had seen her – as irritating.

She leaned up to kiss him for that. He responded immediately, his mouth molding to hers in that way that felt so, so perfect. This time, he didn’t stop at her lips though.

He kissed down her neck, paying close attention to where it joined her shoulder, sending chills of pleasure along her nerve endings. Then he moved down to her collar bone, using his tongue tip to trace along each clavicle bone before lapping between her breasts. She’d never realized she was sensitive there, but he showed her she was and so much more.

He avoided her breasts and the small bit of flesh pulsing with a hungry need for touch between the folds of her labia.

Only when she was breathlessly begging for, "More, more, more, please, more, just more, please, Max!" did he move to take one nipple between his lips.

He nipped it gently and then laved it with his tongue. She gasped out a sound more animal than woman; it was certainly one she’d never heard herself make before.

He started suckling, while bringing his hand up to cup her other breast and roll that nipple between his fingers.