Page 7 of I Replaced His Husband
I couldn’t resist. The sight of his glistening release was too tempting, and I already knew the tantalizing taste. Drawn to it, I bent over and licked it up, once more savoring the incredibly delicious taste.
Kay was trembling slightly; it took him a little longer to recover this time. This orgasm had built up more slowly, but more intensely. I hoped his third one would be even stronger and… more relaxing?
Now that he knew I wasn’t just here for my own pleasure, maybe he’d finally let go? Odd as it might sound, two wasn’t enough; I still felt like I had something toproveto him…
Wait!
The moment the thought crossed my mind, my dick protested with vengeance, throbbing hungrily, whispering into my bloodstream that maybe… this time I could get to join Kay on that pleasure ride.
Still undecided what to do, either just keep making only him climax or make us both climax, I climbed on top of him, propping myself on my elbows above his chest, and licked at his firm nipples again.
Fighting my urges, I took my time, trailing kisses over his chest and collarbones, even brushing his Adam’s apple in passing, my lips gently caressing his skin while he basked in his post-orgasm glow. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be resting.
Patience, patience, just a bit more!
Once Kay had settled a bit, I slid my hand around his cock, just exploring, not really stroking. My fingers traced the veins, grazed the tip, and smeared his fluids over the sensitive head.
He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away, maybe even slightly pushed his hips up. His breathing deepened again, raspy and intense. As I kept playing with his glans, he showed no signs of oversensitivity.
After a few minutes of light, teasing touches, my own blood was boiling. I was basically hovering over him, supported on one elbow, my hand working his shaft, my own dick hanging heavily between my thighs, rebellious and impatient, and so angry for some action.
And finally, he won, and I figured it was time for my next move.
I lowered myself a bit, kneeling with my legs spread between his thighs, and slid my hand down, putting it on his entrance. My fingers were making small circles, more of a signal to him of my intentions than a stretching, since he didn’t need it; his entrance was blossoming like a flower, opened, ready.
Then I made a low, melodic hum in AO mating language, asking for his permission. With some surprise, I heard a very quiet answer!
A sweet, tuneful sound, that was hisAcceptancecall. Kay agreed to be penetrated.
So I was good to go!
Relieved, I lined myself up with his entrance and gently pressed the tip of my cock against the soft, open rim.
Obviously, despite his consent, it was still a lot for him. Kay let out a gasp and tensed up again, though not as much as before. His entrance clenched only slightly; the two orgasms had done their job. He was loose, receptive, yet… there was this slight jerk of his hips that could be an instinctive protest.
This reaction made me stop. I just let my dick be lightly pressed to his entrance, but I didn’t deepen it, not wanting to cross this line he was still unconsciously drawing; I needed aclearerconsent.
The whole time, Kay didn’t turn to look at me. His eyes stayed shut, like he didn’t want to acknowledge what was happening.
Somehow, it didn’t upset me, because I could actually use it to my advantage in an unexpected way. Now I was leaning over him, and because of how his head tilted back, I could get closer to his exposed neck.
Once there, I started planting slow, wet kisses along his tendons, licking around his slightly swollen, light pink glands. Kay shivered the first time I lapped over them.
It was an intensely intimate spot for alphas and omegas. We could mark each other's neck glands with our mating fangs. But outside of heat, a bite couldn’t form a stable mating bond. Only just before heat would the omega excrete the last trace of pheromones from a previous partner, making it possible for someone new to mark them during the fertile period.
I knew another alpha’s scent was still imprinted on Kay’s glands, so recently, but my suppressant kept me from smelling it. The mark itself was a pale, small crescent left by his latehusband’s fangs. It was still pretty fresh; Kay had gone into heat about two and a half months ago, when he got pregnant.
But still, I felt this weird urge to… lick it.
Not just lick! It was like I needed to suck on it, hard. All ministrations on glands were usually pleasant and erotic, and I knew that for some omegas, that could almost feel like an orgasm by itself. Apparently, Kay was one of them. He rasped out a pretty loud sound as I latched onto his gland with vehemence.
I had this ridiculous urge, like I needed to suck out every last trace of his late husband’s pheromones. It was irrational, weird, probably even disrespectful…but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want any part of a dead man between us.
The young omega responded in a way that caught me off guard, his thighs parting even more, slowly, barely noticeably, and then his knees lifted toward his chest. Wow! Was this his body becoming more submissive? Was he offering his hole to me?
Using the moment, I let my dick inch in a bit deeper, gradually breaching his muscle ring, but then something even stranger happened…
The second the head of my dick fully slipped past his rim, I felt this wild urge to drive deeper, like something was pulling me in.
