Page 55 of My Ogre Husband
“You’re a sweet young lady,” he says to me while Egorr cooks food out in the kitchen. “And I can tell my son is head over heels for you.”
I rub my cheek. “I hope so, because I’m head over heels for him.”
“I noticed.” Ogorr grins wide and toothy, just like Egorr does. “I can see the stars in your eyes when you look at each other.”
Am I really that obvious? Maybe it’s not that surprising. I feel like Egorr has a glow about him, some intangible force drawing me in closer at all times. And I sure do love him more than I ever thought possible.
I come up behind my ogre while he’s cooking and run a hand over his taut butt. “What are you making for us?” I ask, wrapping my arms around him from behind—well, as far as they can go, anyway.
He pauses his stirring to lean into me. “Pasta Bolognese! I thought both of you would like it.”
I squeeze him even tighter. “That sounds delicious. I can’t wait.”
“Break it up!” Ogorr calls jokingly from the bar counter. “The wedding isn’t for a few more weeks!”
Egorr guffaws and brings me under his arm as he continues stirring. I love watching the two of them, big gentle giants with hearts of gold.
After Ogorr goes to bed, we stay up reading in front of the fire. Then we trundle off to our bedroom, and Egorr makes love to me as quietly as he can.
* * *
At last, it’s the day of the wedding. Ogorr is there on Egorr’s side, along with some monsters he works with and people from our own neighborhood, while my parents, Celeste, and our friend Rob all sit on my side. Timble joins them, and I’m so happy to see all my friends and loved ones in a single place, together.
After the ceremony is over, which we kept short and sweet, the rest of the night is for eating, drinking, and dancing. Egorr isn’t much of a dancer, but I insisted that we get a teacher and practice, so we’re able to twirl about to the pace of the music without stepping too badly on each other’s feet. Egorr’s favorite move is when he picks me up and spins me around, and it earns hoots and claps from the crowd.
Then everyone joins us on the dance floor, and we all twirl the night away. There are gifts and toasts, and most of us drink too much. Ogorr nearly crushes my mother when the two of them dance and he loses his balance.
When it’s starting to get late, I hug my friends goodbye, and my mom gets teary-eyed.
“I’m so happy you’re happy, but I’m sad that you won’t be coming home to New Eden again,” she says, pushing some hair away from my eyes, which I’m sure are smeared with mascara from all the sweating and happy tears. “But Egorr is perfect for you, and I know you’ll have the life you always dreamed about with him.”
My dad echoes her, and I start crying as I hug them both. And then, Egorr and I hop into his car, on which my friends have lovingly painted the words HAPPY WEDDING and JUST MARRIED.
As we pull away, the tin cans strung onto the bumper rattle and clang, following us all the way back to our house in the hill.
Finally, we’re home. While I stand in the mirror, pulling all the myriad pins out of my hair, Egorr approaches me from behind. He leans down so his chin rests on my head and his arms are hooked around my waist.
“You looked so beautiful tonight,” he murmurs, kissing the shell of my ear. “Like a goddess. I can’t believe that you’re mine.”
A shiver of thrill spreads down my arms and legs.
“I am yours,” I whisper back, leaning into his arms. “All yours. To do with as you please.”
Mischief takes over my sweet ogre’s face. His hands traverse up my body, over my dress, exploring every curve and swell of me.
“I love you, Maddie.” He splays his hand across my belly. “I couldn’t have asked for a more lovely, sweet, and gorgeous wife.”
“Don’t make me cry again tonight,” I say, wiping my face and smearing my makeup even more. “I love you, too. So much it feels like it’s too big for my body to hold.”
Egorr chuckles as he starts to unfasten the many buttons keeping my dress on. “You are so full of love, and it’s one of my favorite things about you.”
The dress falls away as he makes his way down to my hips. I shimmy out of it until I’m in nothing but my lacy underwear. Then I turn around and slide Egorr’s black jacket off, which makes his big shoulders look even bigger. His shirt goes next, revealing his perfect, hairy chest to me. Then I take off his belt and push his slacks down over his delightful ass. His cock is already at half-mast when it’s finally exposed, and all I want to do is worship it.
“Maddie,” Egorr says in a warning tone, before I can get down to my knees. “I want you to get on the bed and open your legs for me.”
I love when he gets bossy because it usually means he’s about to fuck me into oblivion. I climb onto the bed as ordered, and lean back against the headboard, spreading my thighs wide. The bed sinks as Egorr settles between them, and he licks his lips.
“I’m going to get you so wet,” he says in a low baritone. Then he attacks me between the legs, knowing exactly how to get me riled up for him. He squeezes his fingers inside me, pumping them in rhythm with his tongue, until I’m so close to climaxing that I’m trembling all over.
