Wicked Husband-Chapter 78 - 77
Eileen often dreamed about Cesare. Since he was the person she thought about most frequently, it was only natural that he appeared in her dreams quite regularly.
These dreams were usually vivid and serene, featuring peaceful moments like strolling through the palace gardens or having tea with Cesare.
However, when he was away at war, nightmares became more frequent. These dreams were often filled with ominous news or showed Cesare’s retreating figure, despite her desperate attempts to call him back. Upon waking, her pillowcase would be soaked with tears.
It was distressing but inevitable. Given her constant thoughts of Cesare, dreaming about him was to be expected.
Yet the notion of Cesare dreaming about her was unfamiliar—especially a dream of living together in a brick house, a vision of married life Eileen had always longed for. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
She hoped Cesare might share more about his dream. But, as always, he didn’t elaborate, simply continuing to tenderly caress her body.
His large hands moved slowly over her chest. As his gentle touch increased her breathing rate, her n!pples began to harden. The sensation of them growing more prominent became vividly clear to her.
Soon, his thumb pressed firmly on her erect n!pple. As he licked and bit her neck while pressing on both n!pples, Eileen let out a soft moan.
The warmth rapidly spread to her s*x. Eileen instinctively curled up, squeezing her thighs tightly and arching her back, which caused her hips to push out toward Cesare, who was holding her tightly from behind.
The sensation of his member pressing against her backside startled her, and she tried to pull away. But Cesare quickly placed one hand on her lower abdomen to prevent her from escaping, continuing to caress her chest with his other hand.
"Aah, Cesare..."
Eileen was acutely aware of his member pressed against her behind. The firmness and growing heat of it were evident. The fact that Cesare was aroused by her was intensely palpable, making her feel a tickling sensation in her abdomen.
The memory of their first intimate encounter came to mind—the way his large member had roughly stirred inside her while she had been pinned beneath him, crying out in pleasure.
Eileen cherished all the moments spent with Cesare and often revisited these memories. However, she had tried to avoid dwelling on their first night together.
Just thinking about it ignited a fire within her, and she was now enveloped in the same intense heat. Her breathing grew increasingly rapid.
As if understanding what she desired, Cesare’s hand, which had been pressing her lower abdomen, moved to lift the hem of her dress. He untied the ribbon of her skirt and slid his hand inside the loosened waistband. When his fingers touched her underwear, Eileen’s body shivered, and she let out a loud gasp.
"Ah!"
Her face and neck flushed bright red. Her high-pitched moans indicated her anticipation for more intimate affection.
In truth, Eileen eagerly anticipated the forthcoming act, feeling a similar excitement whenever Cesare touched her over the past few days.
Though their first encounter had been painful and frightening, leaving her in tears, there was now no fear—only anticipation.
Even though this was only their second intimate moment, the explicit nature of it seemed far removed from the virtue of modesty expected of women.
’What should I do...?’
Eileen felt a sense of urgency at how aroused she had become. She knew she should try to restrain herself, but as soon as Cesare’s touch made contact, those thoughts vanished. All that remained was her overwhelming desire for him to continue.
Cesare’s long fingers, which were usually graceful at the piano, now moved slowly and deliberately over her sensitive area. Eileen tried to steady her breathing, but it was challenging.
Cesare showed no intention of helping her with her struggle. He gave a low, amused chuckle as he pressed his fingers against her underwear, pressing into her folds. The sensation of the fabric pushing inside her caused Eileen’s body to jerk involuntarily.
Through the thin fabric, his fingers gently prodded her entrance, simulating penetration, while his palm pressed firmly against her clitoris.
Her entrance instinctively quivered, trying to accept the intrusion. The movement of the invader beyond the fabric was felt acutely by Eileen.
Her head was spinning from the rising heat. The pleasure she had been yearning for was right there, and her eager folds continued to leak lubrication. Her underwear was soaked with the sticky fluid.
Cesare, who could not be unaware of this fact, pushed her already damp underwear even deeper into her folds. He then pulled it back, causing the lubricant to stretch between her folds and the fabric.
Cesare lightly traced his fingers over her thoroughly wet skin and asked, "When did you get so wet?"
Eileen shut her eyes tightly, overcome with embarrassment. She wanted to run away immediately, but she knew that would only make things more difficult later. Despite her discomfort, her body still burned with desire.
’Tonight, I really, really want to...’
She wanted to feel the release of pleasure. Every time she thought of the vivid memory of that release, her lower abdomen ached. Eileen twisted her shoulders in response to the broad strokes over her sensitive area and replied.
"Ugh, s-sorry..."
"What for?"
"I’m just... too..."
To think that such words would come from her own mouth. Eileen whispered in disbelief at the reality she was in.
"I only want to... do such things..."
"Be more specific, Eileen."
Blushing all the way to her chest, Eileen whispered even more quietly.
"S*xual acts..."
Cesare, having heard Eileen’s honest words, kissed her cheek as if praising her. As his lips fell away with a soft smack, Eileen blinked rapidly, trying not to show just how pleased she was.
He smeared the lubricant from her folds onto his fingers and rubbed her cl!toris, touching it as if finding it cute. He asked again.
"How does it feel when I touch here?"
"Ah, it feels good."
Hearing her response, Cesare kissed her cheek again, even twice this time.
"Be sure to let your husband know when you’re going. Can you do that?"
He emphasized that being honest was important for both of them to feel good. Worried that she had been selfishly enjoying herself until now, Eileen nodded vigorously.
Cesare’s fingers slowly penetrated her folds. Though Eileen wished he would fill her up completely, Cesare inserted just a single finger and asked.
"Shall we try it now?"
"Yes, ah, yes, I want to."
"Spread your legs a little more."
Despite her determination to avoid being too overt, she answered eagerly as soon as he mentioned doing it. She quickly spread her legs further to make it easier for Cesare’s hand to penetrate.
Her reason had long since disappeared. Eileen clung to Cesare’s arm with a moan, feeling his muscular arm as a sexual sensation.
As his finger pushed in deeply, reaching the root, his palm almost touched the sides of her folds.
"Does it hurt?"
"No, not at all, ah, no, it doesn’t hurt..."
Her mouth filled with saliva as if anticipating delicious food, and her breathing became ragged. Eileen writhed, her waist twisting, trying to maintain the ’honesty’ Cesare had asked for.
"Ah, ah, Cesare, it feels, feels good there."
Cesare began to move his finger slowly, pushing in deeply then pulling out, asking again.
"Say more, Eileen."
He whispered to the dazed and pleasure-drunk Eileen.
"Hmm? You should be honest with your husband..."
ileen tried to be honest as Cesare instructed. Every time his fingers moved in and out, she revealed everything without holding back.
She let out pleasurable moans freely, waiting for the pleasure Cesare would provide. He held her body, which was twitching with every movement, and gradually increased the number of fingers he used.
The rising pleasure filled her entire body. Her head was spinning with the intense heat. As Eileen leaned her whole body against Cesare, she suddenly became worried.
’What if only I’m feeling good?’
From what she had felt on their wedding night, it seemed that Cesare had enjoyed himself. Although he had displayed an unfamiliar expression, she guessed that it probably wasn’t too unpleasant.
But in a situation like this, where he wasn’t penetrating her but merely touching her body, she couldn’t be sure. Upon reflection, Eileen realized that she had always been the one receiving.
As if sensing her doubts, Cesare bit her ear.
"What are you thinking?"
She couldn’t see the expression on his face from behind, but he appeared completely at ease. Still, she worried that she might be the only one panting and flushed.
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