Page 5 of I Replaced His Husband
My body shivered.
Kay’s muscles tightened beneath my touch, and a faint gasp slipped from his lips.
But also… a new kind of tension manifested in him. For some inexplicable reason, I knew what he was feeling. That moment when someone new touched him for the first time, after his trauma, felt like his life was being cut in half. One side belonging to the past, and the other, a terrifying unknown.
But instead of pushing me away, Kay just turned his head toward the wall and closed his eyes, like he was trying to pretend I wasn’t even there.
In a strange sense, that worked for me. We weren’t about to discuss our favorite books or dream vacations. That wasn’t what he wanted.
And the awkwardness? It didn’t stand much of a chance against how locked in I felt. I was fully engaged; my hand now traveled up from his forearm to his bicep, then to his shoulder. I traced along his neck, then let my fingers wander over his chest. Soon, I noticed a shift in his breathing. His nipples were hard, peaking under the thin fabric, probably from the pregnancy, but I needed to see them.
I started unbuttoning his shirt.
I could imagine what was going through his head. His body must’ve been screamingno, even as he stayed perfectly still. The last person who had touched him like this was his late husband. And now, here I was.
Still, he didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just kept his head turned away, eyes shut tight, mouth pressed into a hard line, like he was fighting the urge to say something cutting, barely holding back.
I opened his shirt slowly. His torso was slim, though his pectoral muscles were defined, like someone who stayed in shape but didn’t overdo the training. His skin was smooth and flawless; his nipples, however, stood out, swollen and dark pink, like plums, their nubs hard. A delightful sight.
My dick throbbed in my pants, but I held back; I had to take this slow.
Unhurriedly, I leaned down and closed my mouth around his right nipple.
Kay’s whole body tensed, his spine straining like he might shove me off, but he didn’t. Still, I had to address this. He was clearly overwhelmed.
"You’re uncomfortable. You can stop me anytime, Kay," I murmured, pulling back slightly. I needed to remind him: he wasin control. This wasn’t about me. I was here for him.
"I know," he growled.
And… he didn’t stop me!
So I kept going. I sucked his stiff nub gently, then reached up to roll the other nipple between my fingers. It was hard as a pebble. The scent coming off his skin, jasmine and vanilla, was dizzying, invading my senses. Everything about this moment felt hazy, like a dream. I could hear his heartbeat loud in my ears. His breathing grew quick and shallow. But he made no sound beyond that.
My own head kept being foggy. I’d never done anything like this before, sex with a stranger? It wasn’t me. I was a long-term-relationship kind of guy. This whole situation went against everything I thought I was. But the surrealness of it,the intensity, dulled all the noise in my head. For sure, I wasn’t overthinking, I was just… all in.
With intended slowness, I kept caressing him. Pregnant omegas, especially those in heat, could sometimes climax just from nipple play. But after two minutes of sucking and rolling, I stopped. I needed to see how he’d react.
The second I pulled back, his eyes opened.
Those deep navy-blue irises, now eclipsed by wide pupils, locked on me. They looked like a night sky, if the night was frigid and unwelcoming, almost polar. There was nothing dreamy or soft in them. Just strange, determined intensity. Yet, his breathing was fast, his lips wet and parted.
I let my eyes drift lower, along his chest and stomach, and saw something that made me smile: Kay was fully hard. His sweats tented over his dick, clear evidence that his body wasveryinto what we were doing.
Feeling encouraged, I grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged them down, tossing them aside. He shivered, slightly startled.
He didn’t have any underwear! His body was shamelessly naked underneath… completely shaved, smooth all over, even his long legs felt like pale silk.
I stared at his crotch for a moment, which must have made him feel extra uncomfortable, but I couldn’t help myself. It was like looking at a feast laid out just for me. Hadn’t he shaved for me? Everything was fresh, and no underwear… wasn’t he making it easier for me?
Our eyes met again.
"Remember, you can stop me anytime, Kay. Just say the word."
He didn’t say anything. He just pressed his lips together and dropped his head back on the pillow, like he was silently begging me to keep going.
So I redirected my eyes to his cock again, hard and proud, standing free above his hairless pubic area. Around seven inches, impressive for an omega. The tip was glistening with precum.
I smirked and looked him over but didn’t touch his shaft. Not yet. Instead, I moved up the bed and went back to his nipples, giving his cock the cold shoulder for now.
