Page 15 of I Replaced His Husband
Being married to the only child of hotel owners, who ran several properties along the shoreline, meant Kay never had to worry about money again. Adam had mentioned his brother wanted to work only for the sake of his mental health.
Spotting me, he straightened up, his face tense and pale.
"Adam asked me to bring you food," I said casually, keeping my tone light. I carried the bed tray over and set it on Kay's knees without another word.
His frustration was palpable: eyes narrowed, jaw tight, making me seriously reconsider staying in the same room. Adam needed to witness Kay's glare before suggesting anything between us. It seemed like a possibility from a distant galaxy at the moment.
Recalling the small Juliet balcony, I acted on impulse and stepped out to lean against the balustrade. The balcony was petite, barely extending three feet, but it let me be outside, take deeper breaths, and enjoy my new favorite stress-free view of the lake while Kay ate. He could observe me if he wanted, or ignore me.
With my thoughts drifting, I waited patiently until he finished eating and set the tray aside. Then, I watched as he headed to the bathroom, where he stayed for about ten minutes before returning to the bed. Observing his movements from the balcony felt oddly voyeuristic, like watching a goldfish in an aquarium, so I came back inside and leaned against the wall. He didn’t acknowledge my presence, just settled into his messy nest and focused on his tablet.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure whether I should leave or stay, just letting him ignore me while I hovered. The fact that he didn’t order me out suggested he was aware of the approaching wave and didn’t want to bother sending me away.
Kay's impassive face drew my attention. My gaze wandered over his flawless features, and that’s when I noticed a subtle shift. Was that a delicate pink blush on his cheeks, or was I imagining it? I stood perfectly still, the only sound in the room was our shared breathing. Was it beginning?
Minute after minute passed in silence. He continued to stare at the screen, his dark eyebrows slightly furrowed. As time went on, the scent of his pregnancy aroma grew stronger in the air.
Suddenly, he set aside the tablet and slid down from the pillows, lying flat on the bed with his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Was this a sign for me or not? I remained still, waiting.
After another two minutes, I noticed a slight shiver ripple through his body, a small movement of his hips, tilting back. He squeezed his eyes shut and threw the blanket aside. That seemed like a pretty clear invitation.
"Do you want me to be close to you now?" I asked quietly.
"And what do you think? Do I really have to be more obvious?" he snarled.
Okay, we were back to rude mode again.
Unfazed, I undressed with slow, calm movements. He didn’t look at me, continuing to stare stubbornly at the ceiling. I lay down next to him and watched his pink face for a moment. His tantalizing scent was affecting me more than I was willing to admit, so I leaned forward and kissed him softly along his jawline, then under it, down to his neck, searching for that magical spot. Finally, I reached it and took a long lick over his gland, making him shiver slightly. Kay definitely liked being nibbled there.
At the sheer contact with the sensitive tissue, a powerful wave of excitement swept through me, but I knew relief was still a long way off. So I sucked on the gland for a while, finding strange pleasure in it, hazily fantasizing about scenarios where I’d erase the lingering scent of his late husband, ‘freeing’ Kay in some way, breaking his mating bond with Maurice…
Wow. I was definitely gettingaheadof myself. But Adam would love this train of my thoughts, I was sure of it.
Impatiently, I grabbed the edge of Kay’s T-shirt, rolled it up, and pulled it over his head. He let me do it without protest. I also took off his pants and discovered… that he was already fully hard. But that wasn’t really surprising; his pregnancy-related problems skyrocketed his libido.
Now we were both completely naked. I felt the urge to lie on top of him, and I did. Since his pregnancy was still in the early stages, he didn’t have a baby bump yet, so I hoped it was safe. Feeling my weight on him, he groaned as I leaned down.
So, I was now lying on him, my head nestled against his neck. He was very tall for an omega, maybe over six feet, with a lithe, slender build reminiscent of a ballet dancer. His chest was subtly sculpted, his abs still visible despite the pregnancy, and his toned biceps looked like those of a tennis player. Kay’s long, shapely legs were perfect for a runway model. His feet looked small but elegantly formed.
On a strange impulse, I straightened up and knelt at his feet, taking one in my hands. He seemed somewhat startled and looked down, probably suspecting I was some kind of foot fetishist. But that wasn’t the case, I was just admiring their graceful shape. Kay said nothing, of course.
There was just no way I could ignore any part of his body. So I planted a few kisses on his pale pink toes and midfoot, which elicited some strange sounds from him, bordering on giggles. Was he ticklish? Deciding not to torture him with that, I licked over his ankles and began trailing my kisses up his legs toward his groin. Once there, I kissed his shaved balls and even sucked one into my mouth.
His dick was at full mast, the tip reddened, clearly very interested in what I was doing. Shortly after, I took pity on him and swallowed his impatient length into my mouth, wanting to start differently this time. Kay made a surprised sound and let out a long exhalation, but didn’t protest (and why should he?). I began to work on him, feeling slightly out of my element. I pushed a little too deep, gagged, and coughed lightly. My ex’s five-inch dick had presented far less of a challenge than Kay’s seven-inch, but I gave it my best shot and was soon surprised by how well he adjusted to my rhythm. A minute later, he let out a short grunt, probably to warn me, but I eagerly continued, and he exploded in my mouth with his sweet load, which I immediately swallowed.
When I finished, I lifted my head, and for a brief second, our eyes met. I smiled softly, but he didn’t react. Instead, he turned his face away. Well, that was to be expected, I didn’t expect any praise for my masterful blowjob. But I was patient.
Not wanting to disturb his barely held-together nest any further, I leaned to the side and found a spare pillow that wasn’t part of the structure and tucked it under his hips again. This time, I noticed far less tension in his body. I guess he knew whatto expect. But I decided to be a bit more acrobatic. I began to lick his hole and, at the same time, slid my arms under his thighs, twisted my hands up to his chest, and took his nipples between my forefingers and thumbs, rolling, squeezing, and pulling. He moaned loudly as soon as I started.
This double stimulation proved incredibly effective. Not more than three minutes into it, I felt his hips jerk upward, his cock twitching before it spurted a thin rope of white cum. Kay let out a deep groan and threw his head back in orgasmic bliss.
Satisfied with the result, I sat up on my knees and focused on his face. After a while, he opened his eyes, and our gazes met. He was panting, his cheeks flushed a deep red.
"Please roll over onto your stomach, Kay," I asked calmly.
He obeyed without a word of protest. For the first time, I had a full view of his beautiful, lithe body from behind. A slender back traced with long, lean muscles, a slim waist, and a nicely rounded, pale ass with tight, springy cheeks. His butt was genuinely sexy, and my already aching dick throbbed harder at the sight.
"Wow. Nice ass," I said, figuring he wouldn’t mind a compliment at this point. As expected, he didn’t respond, but I noticed something else. Subtle, but clear: he spread his legs a little wider, making his entrance more visible; it was glistening with his slick. An invitation? Hell, I wasn’t going to deny him.
