Wicked Husband-Chapter 158 - 157

Cesare urged her in a low, commanding voice, and Eileen instinctively tensed, her body curling inward.

The question was so obvious that she didn’t know how to answer. It was so self-evident, yet it left her confused.

She hesitated, second-guessing herself. Was this truly the right answer? But no better alternative came to mind, so she mumbled timidly, "...You, Cesare."

Everything about Eileen was rooted in Cesare. Even the habit of kissing to diffuse difficult situations was something she had learned from him.

Cesare, who had been watching her intently, suddenly lowered his head and chuckled softly. After a moment, still smiling, he pressed his lips to her collarbone and murmured, "That too... is my fault."

Eileen wanted to ask what he meant, but she had no chance. His fingers, which had been moving slowly inside her, now quickened their pace.

Her breaths came in shaky gasps, and she shut her eyes tightly. The wet, eager flesh between her legs clung greedily to his fingers.

"Ah, ahh..."

Her chest rose and fell with her shallow breathing. As her body curled inward and tremulous moans escaped her, he rolled his tongue over her n!pple, licking and teasing. After sucking on the stiffened bud, he asked casually in his deep voice.

"Anything else you’re curious about?"

"Ah... h-hold on... I have a lot... but..."

His actions left no room for her to actually form the questions she wanted to ask. Instead, pleasure coiled tightly in her belly.

Her mouth watered, and a precarious sensation of impending release rippled through her abdomen. Her entire body tensed, her inner muscles clenching and her sensitive bud swelling with heat and arousal.

Each thrust of his fingers deeper into her soaked core pulled more unrestrained moans from her lips. When his palm pressed against her and his hooked fingers curled to rake across her inner walls, her restraint crumbled.

"I-I’m going to... ah, I’m going to—!"

"No, Eileen," Cesare interrupted, his voice both firm and coaxing. "Not yet. You need to come with me inside you."

"Hngh... I can’t...!"

Desperation made her reach down, her trembling hand gripping his arm to stop him. The muscles of his forearm flexed under her touch, the veins beneath his skin rising against her palm.

Cesare’s expression tightened subtly. Eileen stared up at him, her mind hazy from the intense heat pooling within her.

Her body begged for release, unable to bear the tension anymore. Clinging to his arm, she pleaded, "Then can you... put it in now?"

Her thoughts flashed to the usual prelude to their intimacy, where Cesare would use his mouth to prepare her. But now, with his injury and the thorough work his fingers had already done, she added hesitantly, "You can’t... use your mouth because of your wound, and... I think I’m ready... it’s been so long, but your fingers... they’re enough..."

Her words tumbled out, unfiltered in their need. She looked at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"I can’t hold it anymore..."

Her desperation must have reached him because, fortunately, he didn’t refuse. Instead, he nodded slightly.

Even Eileen, often oblivious to subtleties, could see what Cesare wanted in that moment. She leaned down and planted a soft, noisy kiss on his lips.

Still, Cesare remained motionless, watching her quietly. Emboldened, Eileen timidly extended her tongue, licking at his lips.

Finally, Cesare parted his lips, drawing her tongue into his mouth with a quiet sucking sound. The kiss deepened, wet and languid, as her lips and tongue danced with his.

Even as his tongue toyed with hers, she couldn’t ignore the persistent sensation of his fingers inside her, stirring her closer and closer to release. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding back the ticklish, electric pleasure that coursed through her.

She wanted to grind against his hand, to take more of the intense friction that would push her over the edge. Just a little more stimulation, and she would finally find release.

But she was determined to hold back—determined to save that clim@x for when he was inside her.

"Mm..."

Trying to distract herself, she mimicked what Cesare often did to her during their kisses. She traced her tongue along the edges of his teeth, reaching out to flick against the roof of his mouth.

In her nervous efforts, she didn’t notice the saliva that dripped from the corner of her lips. When she did, startled, she pulled back, but Cesare caught the trail of spit with his tongue, licking it clean.

After thoroughly licking her lips until they glistened, Cesare finally withdrew his fingers from her. Eileen’s breath hitched as she met his gaze, watching him bring his fingers to his mouth. Without hesitation, he licked away her arousal, savoring it with a quiet groan.

"Take it out," he commanded, his voice low and rough with desire.

The hand that had been clasped with hers released, giving her the freedom to move. Taking a deep, steadying breath, Eileen looked down.

Carefully, she stripped off the remaining garments that clung to her body. Then, with trembling hands, she reached for the waistband of his pants.

Unfastening the button and tugging down the fabric revealed his straining erection, thick and heavy. The swollen head glistened with prec*m, the bead of fluid dripping down the shaft.

"..."

Though she had seen it before, Eileen couldn’t help but pause, feeling a mix of awe and nervousness. Cesare’s size was intimidating, as always.

’How does he manage to carry something like this around every day?’

Her thoughts wandered absurdly before she tentatively reached out, her fingertips brushing against him. His heat radiated through her touch, making her throat dry as she swallowed hard.

"I’ll... do it. Since you’re injured..." she murmured, her voice trailing off as her gaze darted away from his face to his chest.

Cesare had always been the one to take the lead, so this was uncharted territory for her. Even aligning their bodies proved challenging as she fumbled with his shaft, trying to position him correctly.

Her nervous movements caused his length to slip, the thick head brushing against her swollen nub and trailing up her lower belly. Sticky prec*m smeared against her skin, leaving a damp, heated trail.

"Hah... ah..."

The inadvertent stimulation sent jolts of pleasure through her. She gasped, her body twitching instinctively.

Cesare steadied her, his hand wrapping around his shaft to guide it. Pressing the head to her entrance, he murmured, "Here. This is where it goes."

Eileen couldn’t suppress the soft clenching of her core as her body responded eagerly. She flushed deeply, ashamed of how her body practically begged for him, but the desire drowned out any embarrassment.

Slowly, she began to lower herself, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. The sensation was overwhelming—both a delicious fullness and a burn that bordered on too much.

"Ah... ahh...!"

A soft cry escaped her lips as she sank further, inch by inch. The feeling of being filled to the brim sent her head spinning.

’He’s... inside...’

Each advance of his thick sh@ft pushed her walls wider, forcing her body to adjust to his size. The snug fit had her trembling, her core spasming as heat pooled low in her belly.

Unable to resist the instinctual urge, she arched her back, pressing her chest forward. Her sensitive n!pples brushed against Cesare’s face as if begging for his attention.

Cesare took the invitation, his tongue flicking over a taut bud before he gently bit down. At the same time, his hand slid up her back, tracing the curve of her spine.

Encouraged by his touch, Eileen moved cautiously, easing herself further onto him. But a sharp nip to her n!pple startled her, and her control faltered. She sank down suddenly, taking him to the hilt in one abrupt motion.

"...!"

The tip of his c*ck slammed against her cerv!x, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through her. She froze, her eyes wide as stars burst behind her vision.

Her breath hitched, her body convulsing as waves of sensation radiated outward. The tightness in her core tightened further, squeezing him in a pulsating grip.

"Hah... hah...!"

Struggling to catch her breath, she trembled uncontrollably. Sticky fluid dripped from where their bodies were joined, pooling onto his thighs.

Cesare’s intense gaze bore into her, his crimson eyes dark with hunger. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

She whimpered, pressing her palm against his chest in a feeble attempt to hold him still.

"Don’t... don’t move," she pleaded. "I’ll do it today... all of it..."

Leaning forward, she kissed him clumsily, her tearful eyes meeting his as she whispered, "Just... guide me."

Cesare chuckled low in his throat, his lips brushing against hers as he murmured, "Do you even know how?"

"...Not really," she admitted shyly, her hands awkwardly resting against his chest.

Despite her uncertainty, she wanted to please him. She hesitated, then softly asked, "Will you teach me... how to make you feel good?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

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