Page 6 of I Replaced His Husband
Kay peeked at me with slight annoyance through half-closed eyelids but quickly shut his eyes again, turning his head away as I sucked, rolled, nibbled, and stretched his sensitive nipples. His breathing deepened, grew ragged. But I didn’t let up.
The quasi-heat ensured it all went fast. Maybe two, or three minutes later, Kay’s skin turned a warm shade of pink. His muscles went as tight as wires while he arched his spine a bit.
And then he exploded, without a single touch to his dick.
A warm spurt hit my arm.
The rest landed on his belly. Perfect!
Smirking subtly, I leaned down and licked the mess from his skin. What was kinda surprising was the taste of his cum; it had a weirdly sweet, pleasant flavor, like whipped cream. I never thought sperm could taste like that, but I didn’t mind.
The whole time, as I greedily licked him clean, Kay stared down at me, intensely watching the eagerness with which I tasted him, practically purring with pleasure. Then he took a deep breath… but said nothing. Still, his eyes had that hazy, dizzy look, and that alone was my first small victory. I’d made him come. One down.
Now might be a good time to push him over the edge again… but in a different way. Omegas in heat-like states could climax more frequently than alphas, with only short breaks between peaks.
I reached for a small pillow from the side of the bed, but careful not to disturb the barely-there outline of his nest. He felt me move and tilted his head down, watching closely. I could still sense his unease. His gaze stayed fixed on me as I tucked the pillow under his hips.
As I moved further down the bed, he started looking more and more tense, like he was expecting me to penetrate him right then. But I wasn’t in any hurry.
Wanting a better position between his legs, I leaned in and kissed his stomach, slowly working my way down until I gently pushed his thighs apart. That’s when I saw it. Whether from his heat-like state or the orgasm he’d just had, his pink entrance was slightly open, swollen, and slick with arousal. I paused, just staring for a moment, slightly hypnotized by the sheer eroticism of the view, while not interrupting my intense inspection, I started to be bothered by the tightness in my pants.
Instinctively, I lowered my hand on my own crotch and slowly unzipped my jeans, letting my dick bounce free.
Kay’s eyes dropped to it for just a split second. For the first time, I saw a flicker of embarrassment there, maybe even a bit of natural shyness.
Then our eyes met, and I smirked subtly. I was always proud of my dick, very thick and veiny.
Not breaking eye contact, I bent down and pressed my mouth to Kay’s soft, flushed ring. His body was definitely interested, even if his mind was still hesitant. I licked softly at the tender folds while he kept his eyes on me the whole time. The taste was… incredible. Sweet, aromatic. I couldn’t help murmuring with pleasure, and I let my appreciation slip out.
"God, you taste like heaven…"
Kay, of course, didn’t say anything. But he blushed even more.
So I kept going, gently teasing him with my tongue, licking, swirling, kissing, nudging his entrance. My patience was paying off. I felt his body start to ease up. His thighs weren’t so tight anymore. He laid his head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Had he finally given in, at least physically?
Was he beginning to accept the impending penetration?
My slow, careful approach seemed to be working. His entrance was now very relaxed, yielding, fully open, showing a hint of the deep pink tissue of his passage inside. His breathing had deepened and slowed. I kept caressing that delicate ring, knowing that omegas could climax this way too. Especially during pregnancy, that area could be incredibly sensitive.
Giving him pleasure in this way was the second part of my plan.
Such a methodical approach, evoking one orgasm after another by means other than my dick, wasn’t how I usually had sex. My usual style was pretty spontaneous; I loved passionate quickies, or it could be a romantic evening of lovemaking. I wasn’t the type for precise planning or creating complicated scenarios. However, I simplyknew, almost with my whole body, that I had toearnmy way into his love tunnel by slowly bringing it to a crescendo with the gift of multiple orgasms achieved by more elaborate methods than just… shoving it inside. Now I had to improvise. Get creative.
So it turned into a long, slow process. I leaned into it with dedication, seeing it as a test of my character. I wasn’t sure why; it just popped into my head like some strange, unspoken message.
Was Ipatientenough to deserve him?
Could I resist the urge to just bury myself in his soft, velvety hole and satisfy my own lust?
Weirdly enough, my need to make him feel good had grown stronger than my own desire. It was a new feeling for me. I wasusually pretty eager to seek my own orgasms, but with Kay…? He needed to be cared for first. He had to know I was here for him, not the other way around.
So yeah, for a while longer, my poor dick got nothing but neglect, dripping pre-cum onto the edge of his messy nest.
Kay was gradually beginning to respond, his body gearing up for another orgasm. I saw the signs, his cock getting harder, rippling with slow throbs, and his balls drawing up. His entrance twitched under my tongue, pulsing gently, clenching and opening rhythmically. His breathing sped up, shallower now. Sensing he was close, I made my move. I latched my mouth over his puffy opening and sucked, hard, knowing somehow this was what I needed to do, to push him over the edge.
And it worked. Kay came again.
This time, a soft, drawn-out moan escaped him as his dick erupted, painting his stomach and chest with thick ropes of pearly cum. His hips arched up, lifting my head with them.
