Page 45 of My Ogre Husband
“Couldn’t be better,” I chirp. “Everything feels great.”
The faun laughs at my enthusiasm. She pulls up the hospital gown and peers between my legs with a flashlight. It’s uncomfortable, but I can tolerate this again if it means I get to go home with Egorr and play afterward.
“Oh, it’s looking good down here.” The doctor checks me out a few moments longer before wheeling her stool away. “Yup. I think you’re all healed. You must have taken good care of it.”
I grin, even though it was a pain in the ass. “Sure did.”
With the doc’s seal of approval, I’m more eager than ever to get in the car and head back. I practically drag Egorr out through the waiting room to the car, then I dive into the passenger seat. He has a wide, silly grin on his face as he buckles himself in and pulls out of the parking lot.
It’s the longest drive ever, and I keep sneaking glances at Egorr. He has a big smile on his face, too, and occasionally his eyes flick over to me before going back to the road.
Then, at last, we’re there, and I jump out of the car and run for it before remembering I need to close the car door behind me first.
Once we’re inside, it’s only three in the afternoon so there’s no dinner to get in the way. I’m about to sprint down the hall when Egorr bends down and scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing.
I hold on to him by the neck and giggle as he practically jogs to his room. There he skids and turns, and now I’m laughing as he tosses me onto the bed. With a springiness that surprises me given his size, Egorr hops onto it and crouches over me.
“Are you ready?” he asks, letting his hips lower and brush over mine. “For me to play with that pretty pussy of yours until it can take me?”
Just the promise of it makes me moan. “Yes!”
I thought we’d strip ourselves down like we usually do, but this time Egorr’s the one who pulls off my shirt, then unhooks my bra, throwing it away without a second look. The moment my tits are out, he’s latched onto them, sliding an arm under my back to bring me even closer to his mouth.
I love eager Egorr.
While he laps me up hungrily, his hand trails down to my jeans, where he rubs me between the legs. But I need more than that, so I quickly unbutton them, then slide down the zipper. Egorr breaks away from tormenting my nipples long enough to shuck off my jeans, but when I try to pull down his own pants, he stops me.
“This is about you,” he says, tapping me on the nose. “I’m going to worship every single inch of you.”
I wiggle underneath him, thrilled by the promise.
“And you had better do what I say,” he says, lowering his voice. He pushes me down harder against the bed, his hand traveling from my breast up to my wrist, which he gently tugs toward my other wrist, until he’s gripping both of them. I light up all over, surprised by this turn of events.
Egorr wants to tell me what to do? All my nerve endings light up. Yes, please.
I lift my hips to grind my bare pelvis against his clothed one, rubbing that big lump in his sweatpants.
“All right,” I say, wiggling to create friction. “Whatever you say.”
He smirks a rather self-satisfied smirk, and I think I like this Egorr, the one who’s confident and dominant. I know he wants me, more than anything, and that fills me up with a cozy warmth.
“Now, keep your arms up here.” Egorr releases me, instead using his hands to push my thighs apart, until I’m spread out wantonly in front of him. He licks his lips, spreading his middle and index finger to drag them down the lips of my pussy.
“Look at you.” His voice is lower, quieter, full of adoration. “So beautiful everywhere.” He kisses along the inside of my thigh, getting closer and closer to where I want him. “You smell so good here.”
Wow, no one’s ever said that to me before. It’s hot.
“Really?” I ask.
“It’syou,” he says, by way of explanation. Then he licks me with the long flat of his wide tongue, all the way from my seam to my clit. There at the top, he stops and swirls that incredible tongue around, reaching under my ass while he eats me to squeeze one cheek in his huge palm.
“And you taste fucking delicious, too.” Egorr grunts with pleasure as he licks me up faster and faster, and he’s already mastered my body because soon I’m racing around the corner, toward the finish line.
Then, a gentle finger prods me lower down. Egorr lets out a groan as he presses between my lower lips, finding me wet. That finger explores farther, and I welcome him in.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good.” My head falls back on the pillow. How I’veneededthat. The additional stimulation that just this taste of him provides nearly sends me catapulting into an orgasm.
Then he wades deeper, and I’m shivering all over, wildly sensitive from a whole month of no stimulation there at all. Now his finger is gently, slowly pumping inside me, and Egorr is still licking and sucking me like a champ.
