Page 16 of My Ogre Husband
“I love the work-from-home uniform,” I tell him, gesturing at the combo of collared shirt and sweats.
Egorr grins. “The perks of a desk job. They only see me from the waist up.” He heads to the kitchen, where he opens the fridge and pulls out a small pile of ingredients. “I was just about to make breakfast. Does bacon and eggs work for you again?”
“Oh yes,” I say, hopping up on one of the bar stools. “Please.”
He’s quick about it, chopping things and throwing food into pans until it’s all sizzling. Yep. I could definitely get used to this.
* * *
I’m accustomed to having very little to do after living on the preserve all my life, so it’s no problem for me that Egorr has to work all day. I set right away to reading one of the books I grabbed off of his bookshelf, curling up on the couch with a blanket in front of the fireplace. The one I chose is an epic fantasy, with swords and dragons and big battles.
I chew an apple while Egorr takes another video call, talking with his coworkers about all sorts of computer-y things I don’t understand, and for the first time in who knows how long, I feel…happy. I like listening to the sound of Egorr’s deep voice and the tapping of his keyboard as he works. When the morning turns into afternoon, I start poking around the kitchen for the ingredients we bought, trying to think of what I could cook for us for dinner. I’m not the greatest cook ever, and I usually visited the cafeteria for my meals at New Eden, but I think I can put something together. I look up a recipe online for stir fry and get started chopping vegetables.
I don’t realize Egorr’s gotten up from his desk until I feel big, soft hands on my shoulders. Egorr nuzzles his nose into my hair, and his big body gently presses against mine.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you today,” he says, and his breathing is heavy. “It was torture not getting to kiss you more.”
I giggle and lean toward him until my back is completely flush with his front. Egorr sucks in a breath.
“I know the feeling.” I put the knife down, and he peers over my shoulder.
“Getting dinner ready?” he asks, kissing my neck. He pulls up my hair with one hand so he can continue dragging his lips across my nape.
“That was the plan,” I say, shivering all over at the sensation of his mouth on me. “Until someone interrupted me.”
He chuckles at my barb as he slides his hand down my front, stopping at my belly so he can press my hips back into his, wedging his cock between my ass cheeks.
Oh, fuck. My pussy tightens instantly.
“You really turn me on,” Egorr whispers in my ear.
“You turn me on, too.” I turn my head so I can kiss him on the cheek, and push my ass even more insistently at his groin. I’m not even hungry anymore for food—all I want is this gentle giant and whatever he’s hiding under those sweatpants.
As if he can read my mind, Egorr slides away the knife and cutting board, then turns me around so we’re facing one another. He seizes my lips in a kiss, and while we’re enmeshed at the mouth, he wraps his hands around my thighs and hefts me up onto the counter. I squeak as he spreads my legs, hooking my thighs around his waist.
Now I can feel all of him, and his hidden gem is nudging eagerly between my legs through my leggings and underwear.
Oh, fuck. It’s huge. Like… really, really huge. It’s as if all my settings have been cranked up to ten because I’m wriggling against him without any conscious command, and Egorr lets out a huff in my ear.
“I’ve been fantasizing about touching you since I met you,” he whispers in my ear.
“I hope you do a lot more than touch me.”
Egorr’s booming laugh makes me tingle. “If that’s what you want.”
His hands explore more freely, venturing between us to cup my breasts over my shirt. I lean into him, encouraging him. I’m tempted to just take my shirt off and let him have them. Then Egorr pauses, and I give him a questioning look.
“We probably should make dinner first,” he says, his voice even lower and huskier. “But then…”
I pout. “I have to wait?”
He grins. “Just a little while. Then we can do whatever you want.”
I light on fire at the thought of it.Whatever I want?
Oh, I’ll have fun with that.
I finish with the vegetables while Egorr makes rice and pulls out chicken thighs. Cooking takes way too long, and by the time dinner is served, I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet for what we have planned next.
