Page 18 of My Ogre Husband
He leans down, sliding his hands under my arms to lift me into the air. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his hips to keep from falling—which has the delightful side effect of rubbing the shaft of his cock right against my bare pussy. I whimper at the sensation while Egorr hastily carries me down the hall and, managing to hold me up with just one hand, he uses the other to push his door open.
Inside his dark bedroom, Egorr drops me onto a soft bed. Then he flicks on the light and before I know it, he’s crouched over me, his huge body dwarfing mine. I don’t even get a chance to look around the room first.
Egorr tucks some hair behind my ear before trailing his fingers down the valley between my breasts to the soft swell of my stomach. Finally, he reaches the place where my thighs meet, and his hand nudges between them.
Without needing to be told, I part my legs. Those thick fingers of his swoop lower, and he drags one over my outer lips. I fall back down to the bed at just this small touch. It feels electric. He dips deeper, finding my heat underneath, and groans.
“You’re so wet,” Egorr says with genuine surprise.
I grin mischievously. “Like I said, you turn me on.”
He sweeps my moisture upward, using it to ease his way toward my clit. There, he pauses, and gently brushes over it.
My whole body convulses. He does it again, gentle while applying just enough pressure, and again I respond. Nobody’s hand has ever felt so good on me.
After teasing my clit just a little more, he returns lower, where he tests me out with his finger. I’m shocked at how that finger refuses to fit. Egorr exhales sharply.
“Damn,” he says, circling my slit, pressing in, then circling again. “You’re so small.”
“Sorry,” I say reflexively. Egorr shakes his head and leans down to kiss me.
“You’re human. I think it’s expected.”
Finally, his finger slips in, and my head falls back onto the bed. Once it’s inside me, it’s like he’s on a waterslide. My hips snap up, drawing it in deeper, and Egorr falls onto his elbow with a heady grunt.
If just his finger is this good inside me, I can’t imagine how his cock will feel.
It’s not long of him pumping his hand before I get impatient. I want him to fuck me. But Egorr must see the look in my eyes because a grin tilts up his mouth. With his finger still buried in me up to the knuckle, he crawls down the bed and drops his head between my legs.
“Mmm,” Egorr hums. “You’re so cute down here.”
“Cute?”
While he continues sliding his hand in and out, he uses the other to spread my lower lips.
“Cute. All pink and swollen up for me.” He licks his lips. “I can’t wait to eat you.”
When he wedges his face between my legs, his tusks push my thighs apart, cool against my hot skin. His tongue darts out and touches me, and I almost fall back against the bed, but I want to watch him, so I prop myself up on my elbows as Egorr’s mouth starts its work on me.
I can’t help an undignified moan when he flicks his tongue over my clit. Then again, in the same torturous motion.
“Oh, damn.” I’m enthralled by the sight of his big head between my legs, his eyes closed in pleasure. Soon, I’m unable to hold myself up any longer, and I topple back onto the bed as Egorr latches onto that tiny nub and sucks on it. Then he switches back to his tongue, all while he slides that marvelous, thick finger in and out of me.
Already my orgasm is twisting and turning in my hips, winding its way up my spine to my neck. It’s chasing me the way Egorr is chasing my clit, circling it with his tongue, pouncing on it and then falling back again to simply tease it. Every time I gasp or moan, he repeats the motion, like he’s experimenting to find out what will pleasure me most and then doing it again and again.
Soon I’m writhing on the bed, clenching my thighs together around his head and gripping the blankets as he torments me between the legs.
“Fuck,” I moan, the pressure rising higher and higher. Soon I’m going to simply combust. “Egorr! I… I…” I don’t know what I want to say, but I can’t stop the scrambled thoughts rolling around my brain from coming out of my mouth. I can hear and feel him chuckle against me as he licks harder and pumps his hand faster. “Please, don’t stop!”
“I would never,” he murmurs.
Then, suddenly, something is widening me—it’s a second finger trying to push its way in. As I stretch to accommodate it, my nerve endings are firing on all cylinders. I’m not just moaning anymore but crying out, and then the wave hits me hard.
I scream as my pussy clamps down tight, and still those fingers are thrusting inside of me while I squeeze and shudder. My back arches as pulse after pulse of pleasure ripples through me.
Eventually Egorr slows his attack, and I wriggle my hips at how overstimulated I am. He releases me, and his fingers make a wet slurping sound as he withdraws them.
I lie there, panting and dumbfounded. I’ve never experienced an orgasm like that in my entire life.
