Wicked Husband-Chapter 46 - 45

Lost in the exquisite sensation of his nipping and sucking on her ear, Eileen barely registered his hand traveling down to her chest. With practiced ease, his fingers danced over the buttons of her blouse, unfastening them one by one.

The once pristine blouse, meticulously buttoned to her neck, was quickly undone. Impatient, he tore it open in one rough motion. Buttons ripped free, some dangling precariously by a thread, others echoing Eileen’s own cry of surprise as they scattered across the room. The ones she’d painstakingly sewn back on just recently met the same fate.

"Oh, Your Excellency, no, ah, Cesare, ahh!"

Ignoring the growing urgency, his hands didn’t pause. He cupped her breasts firmly, a stark contrast to the playful nips at her ear.

Eileen’s breath hitched, a gasp escaping her lips as his fingers grazed her peaks. The unexpected sensation sent a jolt through her, causing her back to arch involuntarily. Her body reacted instinctively, a brush of her hip against his hardness.

A yearning pulsed within her, a confusing mix of pleasure and frustration. Each pinch sent a shiver down her spine, sparking a fire that spread through her core. It was a connection she couldn’t quite understand, a delicious tension that both excited and overwhelmed her.

"Ah, stop, my bre@sts, stop..."

She whimpered, pleading with him. Cesare, fueled by her reaction, nipped at her cheek, leaving a sharp sting that momentarily replaced the burning heat in her core. "You did something wrong, didn’t you, Eileen?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

"Yes, ahh, I-I was wrong, huff, uhn!"

Uncertain of her transgression, she frantically pleaded for forgiveness. Finally, he released her. As he withdrew, Eileen hastily crossed her arms over her chest. Yet, it proved futile; his hands were already shifting elsewhere.

Her skirt was flipped up. Lying exposed on the sofa, Eileen let out a small scream as Cesare pulled down her panties, continuing to speak calmly.

"Don’t talk about dying so easily again. Understand?"

"Yes, I won’t say it again! Huh, not my underwear...!"

"You’re too wet. Wearing wet clothes will make you catch a cold."

The absurdity of his words mirrored Eileen’s earlier claim about the bathroom being full of interesting things. As she hastily tried to get up, he stripped off her soaked panties as well.

The damp fabric clung uncomfortably, a stark reminder of her helplessness. As the last barrier fell away, a wave of despair washed over Eileen. Defeated, she slumped back onto the sofa, burying her face in her hands. Shame burned across her skin, a silent plea echoing in her choked whisper, "Please, don’t look."

However, she could keenly feel his gaze upon her, taking in every detail of her most private area exposed beneath her round buttocks. The moist flesh quivered in the open air. As she involuntarily tensed, her entrance twitched, releasing the fluids pooled inside. The wetness slowly trickled down her thighs.

Cesare remained silent for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough and uneven.

"This is too much..."

He made a troubled sound in his throat. After clearing it, he spoke again.

"...I didn’t expect this."

His long fingers spread her l@bia apart. The slick, tightly closed flesh parted to reveal the intimate interior.

"You didn’t do this yourself, did you?"

He let out a light breath. The warm air hitting her sensitive parts made Eileen’s hips tremble.

"Who groomed you here?"

At first, she didn’t understand what he was asking. Then, when he pressed her for an answer, she caught on.

"Huh? Eileen."

A crimson flush crept up Eileen’s neck as she revealed her deepest secret to him. Her voice, barely a whisper, betrayed the humiliation burning in her chest. The man’s persistent stare between her legs only intensified her shame.

"Naturally, I don’t have hair there..." she mumbled, the words heavy with self-consciousness.

Exposed. Smooth. Unguarded. Her most intimate space laid bare, a vulnerability she had fiercely guarded, now on display for him to see.

Despite reaching puberty, she remained devoid of hair in her armpits and pubic area. This peculiarity had once troubled her greatly. However, resigned to its concealment in an area unseen by others, she resolved to guard it as her private secret indefinitely.

Yet, Cesare had unearthed it. Of all individuals, he was the one from whom she fervently wished to conceal it.

’They say there are no secrets that endure forever in this world.’

Despair clawed at Eileen’s throat. She’d hoped to keep it hidden, a secret meant for their wedding night, but now it lay exposed before him.

The urge to shield herself from his gaze was overwhelming, but his large hands held the vulnerable area splayed open. Tears pricked her eyes as she choked out a plea, "Please... can’t you stop looking?"

She couldn’t believe she was showing her glistening, aroused v@gina to Cesare. It felt like a surreal dream.

The longer his silence stretched, the more her core pulsed, a response both terrifying and exhilarating. A tremor ran through her, a shameful pleasure blossoming despite the vulnerability she felt. ’My body,’ she thought, a thread of defiance woven through her shame, ’is betraying me.’

If his touch had remained respectful, if his lips hadn’t explored forbidden territories, a shred of composure might have been salvageable. But the tide had turned, and Eileen felt herself swept away on a current of her own body’s betrayal.

’This is all because of His Excellency the Grand Duke.’

Mortification burned in Eileen’s throat. Pressing her face into the cushions, she silently cursed Cesare’s name. Unbeknownst to her, something was happening behind her that would make her faint if she knew. Cesare had knelt and brought his lips to her most intimate area.

Unaware and lost in her shame, Eileen gasped sharply when she felt his lips touch and then pull away from her entrance. It was unbelievable, but Cesare had kissed her there.

Too afraid to turn and face him, Eileen stammered, "Don’t... it’s not clean there..." Shame fueled her words, a desperate attempt to regain control.

Cesare’s chuckle, a low rumble against her back, sent shivers down her spine. "Nonsense, Eileen," he murmured, his voice husky with amusement. "You’re exquisite."

Eileen tightly pressed her lips together. His compliment made her feel foolishly happy immediately, her heart melting at his words. As Eileen fell silent, Cesare began to gently suck on her entrance, making sure she could hear the lewd sounds he was making.

He sucked and licked, paying careful attention to both her entrance and her cl!toris. His diligent actions caused her to continually release more fluid. As if not wanting to waste any of her juices, he extended his tongue and slipped it into the soft, deep pink folds, lapping up every drop of her essence. Eileen’s restrained moans filled the air.

"Ah...!"

Caught in the throes of pleasure, Eileen was jolted back to her senses when she felt something firm at her entrance. It was Cesare’s finger, slipping smoothly into her slickened opening. Even just the tip of his finger had her entire body tensing up. Experiencing an intruder for the first time, her body struggled to adapt to the unfamiliar sensation. It was hard to believe that such a small space could accommodate anything, let alone birth a child someday.

"Cesare... Cesare..."

Eileen, dazed and overwhelmed, called out to him as if he could dispel her fears. Cesare, sensing her unease, moved his finger very slowly to help her adjust.

"This is a problem. It’s so tight."

He murmured as if assessing the situation, moving his half-inserted finger in shallow motions.

"You can’t even take a single finger..."

Then he curved his finger inside her. The sensation of her insides stretching made Eileen cry out again in fear.

"I’m scared, I’m scared... Please don’t move..."

Her sobbing plea prompted Cesare to place a gentle kiss on her intimate area, soothing her.

"I’m not moving. It’s okay. Don’t be too scared."

He kept his finger still, only pressing it against a spot inside her, likely behind her cl!toris. Just the pressure was enough to make Eileen feel strange, a tingling sensation bubbling up in her belly.

The strange sensations kept making her clench down there involuntarily. It was so embarrassing every time her wet inner walls tightened around the finger inside her.

’It’s just one finger.’

Cesare’s fingers were long, but they weren’t particularly thick. Compared to a pen!s, a long, straight finger was nothing.

She had never actually seen Cesare’s pen!s. But judging from their previous and current interactions, she guessed it must be at least as thick as four fingers combined. Considering it was cylindrical rather than flat, the volume would be even more significant...

Eileen stopped her wandering thoughts. She felt she had imagined his pen!s too vividly, despite never having seen it. But as soon as she forced the thoughts away, a heightened awareness flooded back down below.

With the finger not moving, it felt even stranger. The itch inside intensified, a yearning for a more satisfying scratch. Just then, a fleeting graze sent a jolt through her core, a spark igniting where his finger brushed against her sensitive bud.

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