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Chapter Six

W hen we get home from the gym, I’m exhausted and ready to plop down on the couch.

“I didn’t think it would take quite so much out of me,” I moan, rolling my shoulders. “Those muscles aren’t going to feel the same again.”

Egorr chuckles and takes my hand to lead me over to the fireplace. He sets me on the couch, then goes about lighting it before he joins me.

“Turn around?” he asks.

Curious, I do as he says, bringing my legs up into a crossed position and showing him my back. Egorr shifts behind me, then his huge hands land on my shoulders. The tips of his wide fingers press into my muscles, and it’s the perfect combination of painful and heavenly.

“Ohhh.” I instantly relax under him. “That’s good.”

Those big hands are surprisingly gentle but also precise as they work, testing out each muscle in my back and shoulders, then working the spots that are now cinched tight. When he finds a knot, he digs a little deeper, which is both wonderful and excruciating. I let out more whimpers and moans as he rubs his thumb over these tender places, and behind me, Egorr’s breaths speed up. He leans down as he continues massaging me, bringing his lips close to my ear.

“I love the little noises you make,” he murmurs, smoothing his hands over my shoulder blades. “It’s so sexy.”

I giggle, not realizing just how filthy I probably sounded. I lean back into Egorr’s arms, and he curls them around me, bringing my head to rest under his chin.

“I can make lots more.” I wiggle against him, and this time it’s Egorr who lets out a sexy moan.

“I should cook us something,” he says eventually, releasing me from his grip. “Refuel that tired little body of yours.”

I’m sad when he gets up, but I quickly join him to try to make myself useful. He assigns me to chopping veggies while he prepares the meat, and soon delicious smells are filling up the whole house.

I could get used to home-cooked meals every night, that’s for sure. When we dive in, we’re silent until we’ve finished eating, both of us ravenous. When I’m finally done stuffing my face, I realize that it’s Sunday night, and Egorr has to go back to work tomorrow.

“This was a really fun weekend,” I say, reaching across the table to take his hand in mine. I can only get my fingers wrapped around his thumb, but he squeezes me back with a big grin on his wide face.

“Technically I have to work tomorrow, but I’m working from home,” Egorr says. “My boss is giving me a little… flexibility.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Oh? Because you just basically got married?”

His whole face darkens with embarrassment. “I have a big mouth and told all my coworkers when we went on a date. Now they all know that you’re?—”

“Human,” I finish. He nods, rubbing his head. “Not a bad deal for me if I get to see you all day!”

He gives me a wide grin. “All day.”

That night, before bed, Egorr pulls me into his arms and kisses me so fiercely that he lifts me off the ground. Even though I know it’s a good idea to wait a little longer, I’m already so hungry for him that I wrap my legs around his waist and deepen the kiss. He grunts against me as he gets hard under his sweats, but eventually he does set me down again.

“Goodnight, little Maddie,” he says, kissing my forehead before we part ways.

* * *

I wake up warm and cozy, a gentle sunbeam coming in the window through a gap in the curtains. I could definitely get used to this.

When I pull the curtains open, sun illuminates the whole little room. Since Egorr is working today, I’ll have to finally finish unpacking, but I might need to ask him for another dresser to fit everything I brought along.

Once I’m dressed, I make my way out into the hallway, where I hear Egorr’s voice.

“Can you send that file over to me, Bill? Yeah, I’ll have time.”

I step out into the living room to find Egorr perched at a desk in the corner of the living room in front of his computer. I duck when I realize the camera is pointed at me.

“It’s okay,” he calls over his shoulder. “You can come out, Maddie.” I step into the living room, and Egorr says, “Sorry, Bill. I’ll talk to you later once I look things over.” Then he shuts the computer and gets to his feet, dressed in a collared shirt and sweatpants. They cling to his hips, shamelessly showing off his rather large package. Egorr grins and stoops down, clearly waiting for a kiss.

Oh, and do I give him one. Our mouths collide in something much more exciting than a simple good morning kiss. His hands caress my hair, then slide down my neck to my back. I want him to keep going, so I lean my body into his, letting my boobs squish against his chest. My hips gently tease his, and Egorr’s breath hitches. Those massive hands do finally explore lower, over the swell of my ass, and immediately his body responds.

“Maddie,” he groans, pulling his mouth away from mine so he can look into my eyes. He smirks. “You know exactly what you do to me, don’t you?”

I wiggle my lower body, brushing it over that slowly expanding lump in his sweatpants. Egorr’s eyes close and he leans his forehead against mine, squeezing each of my ass cheeks.

“Maybe,” I answer in a teasing voice.

“I have to work,” Egorr says, despite his roaming fingers telling me he’d rather do anything but. He skates them back up my sides, pausing just inches away from touching my breasts. “But after that, I’m all yours.”

A shudder passes through me. All mine, huh? I didn’t realize how much I wanted to hear someone say that until Egorr did.

I release him, but then snatch one more small kiss from his lips before pulling away. Egorr rubs his bald head, and with his other hand, adjusts his sweatpants over the rather significant tent in the front. I love that he’s hard for me. My pussy is practically aching now with how much I want to see it, and feel it, and…

“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.

Egorr wants me. Me . And he’s going to let me have my way with him.

Finally we’re done eating, but before Egorr can clear away the plates, I grab his hand in mine and tug him toward the couch. He grins as I fall back on it, into the pillows, and I pull him down on top of me. He props himself up with one arm, letting the weight of his body press me into the cushions. I can’t help a moan as his cock rests between my thighs.

“What do you want, little Maddie?” he asks, rocking his hips ever so slightly.

“Well, I want your dick, for starters,” I say, and Egorr outright laughs. Is he making fun of me? Then he brings his head down to brush a kiss over my lips.

“Is that right?” he purrs. “And what will you do with it?”

“Probably suck on it.” I drag my tongue across his mouth, and his whole body tenses above me. “And then…” I trail off, thinking of what else I’ll do with that big cock once it’s in my hands.

“And then?” he asks, shamelessly palming my breast through my shirt.

“And then I want it inside me.”

Egorr groans, and his hips grind even more insistently against mine. “I have some things I want to do before that.”

His wandering hand ducks under my shirt, venturing up to brush over my bra. My nipples are already hard as rocks underneath.

“What kinds of things?” I ask as he squeezes me, his hips dragging that tantalizing lump over my crotch again and again. “I’m not sure how long I can wait.”

“I’ll show you.” Abruptly Egorr draws back, and I whimper as his mouth leaves mine. But he’s not done with me. Kneeling between my legs, he pulls my shirt up, and I raise my arms so he can slip it the rest of the way over my head.

“Can you take this off?” he asks, hooking a finger under my bra. I nod hastily and reach behind my back to unhook it, and he pulls it off the same way. Then I’m topless in front of him, my tits out for the whole world to see.

“You’re gorgeous,” Egorr says with wonder in his voice. He takes one breast in his palm, rolling my nipple in his fingers, and I gasp at his warm touch. Then he drops his head and takes the other nipple in his mouth, sucking on it eagerly, flicking over it with his tongue while his long, cool tusks press into my chest. I already feel like I’m about to combust.

When he’s finished sucking on my tits, Egorr raises his eyes to mine, and they’re absolutely glittering with lust. Good. I turn him on just as much as he does me.

“Can we get naked?” I ask, lifting my hips to slide them over his groin again. “Please?”

Egorr’s chuckle is warm and affectionate. “I’d love to.”