Wicked Husband-Chapter 47 - 46

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.

"Ahng!"

Another finger joined the exploration, a gentle caress that sent a delicious shiver down her spine. As it traced circles around the sensitive bud, a soft moan escaped her lips, urging him on. The pressure increased, a firm rhythm building against the core of her pleasure.

Inside, his touch ignited a wildfire. Every stroke sent shivers cascading through her, her body arching instinctively, hips unconsciously tilting upwards in a silent plea for more.

Heat rushed to her cheeks, a blush blooming beneath his unseen gaze. Thankfully, the shadows hid the telltale signs of her surrender, allowing her to revel in the intoxicating pleasure he was creating.

"Ah, hng, ahhh..."

Earlier protests had dissolved into a symphony of moans escaping her lips, her mouth agape with a gasp that bordered on a delicious whimper. The pleasure, a tidal wave of sensation, threatened to drown her in its intensity.

Just as she acclimated to the sweet agony, a shift inside startled her. Her body, caught off guard, instinctively clenched, a reaction that drew a sharp kiss and a smacking sound to her core.

"You’ll cut off my finger."

Not wanting to harm his finger, she tried to relax, but somehow, her body only tightened more, almost pulling him deeper.

"I-I can’t. Hnn, I want to relax, but..."

"Does it hurt?"

"No... It just feels really strange."

A choked whimper escaped her lips, laced with a hint of vulnerability. He chuckled softly, a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. Then, a gentle caress returned to her core, a delicious reward for surrendering to the pleasure.

The response was immediate. Heat bloomed low in her belly, a slick warmth clinging to his touch. A guttural groan rumbled from him, mirroring her own rising desire.

With practiced ease, his finger began a rhythmic dance, a slow exploration that sent tremors through her trembling thighs. He teased her mercilessly, a delicious back-and-forth that ignited a fire in her core.

Her most sensitive bud, exposed and achingly aware, pressed against the insistent pressure, a perfect target for his tormenting ministrations. His touch, relentless and skilled, coaxed a string of incoherent sounds from her throat.

"Oh, uh, ah..."

The gentle rhythm remained, but its very consistency became an exquisite torture. The simmering arousal that had built all day was reaching a boiling point, threatening to spill over. A familiar warmth bloomed in her core, a feeling she recognized from that night, but this time, and with an intensity that left her breathless.

Eileen gasped, a deep breath that did little to quell the rising tide of pleasure. Sounds, a mix of gasps and incoherent moans, tumbled from her lips. "Cesare," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, "this... it feels different."

Frustration laced with a desperate need coloured her voice as she repeated, "It’s strange. Really strange."

Cesare, sensing her struggle, murmured a question, his voice low and urgent.

"Does it feel like you’re on the verge of...?"

Lost in the whirlwind of sensation, Eileen could only offer a breathless confirmation, clinging to his touch as her body teetered on the edge.

"Yes," she whispered, more a feeling than a word.

The slow, deliberate strokes built with agonizing intensity, a slow burn that escalated until it became undeniable. Eileen gripped the sofa fabric, knuckles white, her eyes squeezed shut in a desperate attempt to hold back the inevitable. A tingling sensation erupted within her core, a building tension that threatened to shatter.

"Huaahh...!"

A gasp escaped her lips, a primal sound that gave way to a prolonged moan as her body arched in ecstasy. The pleasure, a powerful wave, crashed over her repeatedly, leaving her breathless and trembling. Even as she surrendered to the climax, Cesare’s touch remained, a skilled caress that prolonged the exquisite agony.

Finally, the wave receded, leaving her weak and gasping for air. A tremor ran through her, and a slick warmth spread where his fingers had danced. "Enough," she whispered, her voice hoarse with a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Please, stop."

Cesare’s touch retreated, leaving a lingering warmth in its wake. Eileen slumped back, utterly drained. Shivers still danced across her skin, a delayed reaction to the storm that had just passed. He scooped her close, his arms a welcome haven. Nestled in his embrace, a sense of safe intimacy washed over her

As they settled onto the sofa, the snug space felt comforting. Eileen instinctively leaned into him, seeking his warmth. But a sudden shift in sensation beneath her sent a jolt through her. She pulled back slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing her face.

"..."

The warmth of his arousal pressed unmistakably against her, a silent question in the close confines of the sofa. His eyes, dilated and gleaming, mirrored the raw desire simmering beneath the surface.

Yet, Cesare remained still, his hold on her a comforting anchor in the aftermath of the storm. A question bloomed in Eileen’s mind. Why the hesitation? A spark of newfound confidence ignited within her.

Taking a deep breath, she spoke softly, "Is there something else you’d like?" The offer was tentative, laced with a hint of uncertainty, "I may not be the most experienced, but I’m willing to learn."

In truth, she had no confidence. She doubted if he would feel satisfied with her inexperienced touch. But still, she wanted to do something. She wanted to see Cesare feel good. Cesare’s hand reached for hers, his touch surprisingly hesitant. "You tread a dangerous path," he murmured, his voice husky. He held her wrist for a beat, as if wrestling with an unseen force, then released her gently.

The memory of his earlier liberties – the teasing touch, the heated exploration – clashed with his sudden restraint. "We’re not there yet, Eileen," he said, his gaze flickering away.

Eileen’s confusion deepened. He had crossed boundaries before, freely indulging in intimacy. Now, with a light caress of her hand, he seemed eager to retreat.

He only said strange things to Eileen, who wanted to know the reason.

"I don’t want to scare you."

Cesare let out a soft laugh, devoid of humor. "I wouldn’t want to frighten you," he said, his words laced with a hidden meaning. It felt like a coded message, a promise whispered before a hasty escape.

***

"Eileen!" Senon burst through the door with excitement, only to find that she had left some time ago. In the reception room, Diego lounged with a cigarette in hand and the window wide open.

"Hah," Senon sighed, unable to hide his disappointment. After diligently attending to his duties at the mansion, he had hurried out upon hearing the news that Eileen had come.

But Eileen had departed with Cesare long before Senon’s arrival. Disappointed at missing the opportunity to see her, Senon sighed deeply, frustration evident as he grasped his hair in frustration. Resigned to the situation, he approached Diego, who sat on the windowsill, chuckling.

"Pass me one," Senon requested.

"Giving up on quitting smoking?" Diego teased.

"Just a temporary hiatus," Senon replied.

Eileen knew Senon as a non-smoker. In an attempt to impress Eileen, he had lied about his smoking habits.

Since then, Senon had made numerous attempts to transform his falsehood into reality by quitting smoking. However, the tally of his temporary breaks from the habit only continued to mount.

Taking a cigarette from Diego’s pack, Senon swiftly plucked the one from Diego’s lips, lighting it for himself before passing it back. In silence, they both indulged in their smokes for a moment before Senon broke the silence.

"I heard you trimmed her bangs? Take off your glasses."

"Yes, but Senon," Diego responded, his expression tightening as he drew in another drag of smoke before exhaling. "We all assumed Miss covered her face because of the kidnapping."

"Yes, that’s what we thought,"

Following the abduction ordeal at the age of twelve, Eileen had suddenly taken to wearing glasses and hiding her face behind her bangs. It was widely presumed to be a response to the trauma of the kidnapping. Consequently, everyone had chosen to remain silent on the matter, opting not to probe further.

"But it seems that wasn’t the case," Diego remarked, his gaze turning colder as he let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"The late Lady Elrod. She proved to be even more unhinged than we imagined."

***