Page 33 of I Replaced His Husband
"Much better," he murmured, and the tone in his voice made me smile. Well, I knew I wasn’t bad at deepthroating after all.
As a reward, I pushed in a little deeper, but pulled out again right away.
Kay groaned in frustration. "Stop torturing me!"
"I can feel you clenching. So, Kay, are you willing to put up with my cheesy dirty talk just to get filled?"
A low snort. "Looks like I don’t have a choice." But hey! Did I hear a subtly amused tone?
"Is it really that unbearable?" I asked in a low voice, leaving small kisses all over his neck tendons.
He was quiet for a second, then let out a breath. "No."
"Good."
And I slid into him in one smooth thrust.
Kay came right away!
Seeing red, overtaken by my own hunger, I started fucking him hard and fast. The feeling of being inside his hot, tight body was unreal. I lost myself completely and came way too fast with a loud, primal growl. But somehow, I stayed hard.
It was strange, the way our libidos kept syncing up more and more. Hour by hour, I was adjusting to his needs without even being in a rut. I didn’t understand it.
After an hour of nonstop fucking, licking his nipples, sucking his glands, and blowing him, I was drained. But he finally seemed satisfied.
The last time I came, instead of collapsing onto him like usual, I sat up and yawned.
"I need to crash for a bit. I ended up jogging way longer than I planned, and I had a whole talk with my brother while I was out, so I’m completely wiped. Gonna sleep in my room."
But the second I stood up, I saw it. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, then shut it again and dropped his gaze, like he’d just given up.
"You were gonna say something, Kay? Go ahead."
A pause. "Sorry about your brother. I hope it gets better soon."
I blinked, stunned. His face was burning red, like a freshly sliced beet. Did it really take that much out of him to say that?
Damn. A warm wave spread through my chest.
"Tha… thank you, Kay. That means a lot."
He looked away.
"You can stay here, if you want."
His voice was a faint whisper. He motioned faintly toward the bed.
Wow. Did he want me to stay in his room, even if I couldn’t do anything else for him? Just sleep next to him? What happened to the whole ‘only sex’ deal?
It couldn’t be that my amazing bedroom skills had won him over; that would be ridiculous. So magic or something?
Or maybe—just maybe—he felt the same weird, confusing pull I did. The odd emotional waves that came out of nowhere.
Nah. I was getting ahead of myself. Probably just being polite, for the sake of keeping me as a fuckboy.
Still, no way I was turning down what he was offering.
I nodded and lay down on the bed, pulling the blanket over myself.
