Wicked Husband-Chapter 159 - 158

As Eileen considered the possibility of rejection, a wave of hesitation washed over her. She recalled a time when she had suggested pleasuring him orally, only to be sharply reprimanded for her boldness.

But this time, Cesare didn’t scold her. Instead, he smiled again, his expression soft yet teasing.

"There’s nothing to teach, really."

His words left Eileen momentarily adrift. Everything new she had ever learned, she had learned from Cesare. If he claimed there was nothing left to teach her, it felt as though she had lost her way entirely. Her fingers twitched nervously against his chest.

’I don’t even know where to put my hands right now...’

The awkwardness of her uncertainty hung in the air. Sensing her discomfort, Cesare gently guided her hands, placing them on his taut abdomen. Her palms met his warm, slightly damp skin, and the firm muscles beneath flexed at her touch. She tentatively lifted her hips, her movements slow and hesitant.

The sensitive inner walls of her core rubbed against him as she shifted, sending a shiver down her spine. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her parted lips, the heat pooling in her belly intensifying as his length twitched inside her. Every ridge and vein of his shaft pressed against her most sensitive spots, making her hyper-aware of every detail.

She took her time, raising her hips until the tip of his c*ck teased her entrance, poised at the edge. It took what felt like an eternity for her to pull away completely, partly because of the deliberate slowness of her movements and partly due to the sheer length of him.

Once again, Eileen glanced at Cesare, searching his expression to confirm if she was doing it right. Their gazes met, and her lips parted slightly, as if awaiting his feedback.

His crimson eyes bore into hers as his large hand wrapped around her thigh, effortlessly gripping it with his strength. He held her trembling leg firmly, pressing her downward once more.

With his guidance, she sank back onto him, his sh@ft filling her inch by inch. The sensation of being stretched so completely stole her breath away.

The intensity of his gaze didn’t waver, and Eileen couldn’t look away. His deep red eyes were alight with an unrestrained hunger, the fiery need radiating from him palpable. The moment their gazes locked, an uncontrollable wave of arousal coursed through her, and her body responded, wetness pooling within.

"...I should have waited for you to take the lead," Cesare murmured, his voice low and husky. His lips parted slightly, and he licked them slowly, as if savoring the moment.

His fingers pressed into her thighs one last time, pushing her firmly downward until she was seated fully on him.

"Hah!" A soft cry escaped Eileen as he whispered, his tone low and rough, "But your husband has no patience."

The sensitive spot where her cervix met the head of his shaft was pressed deeply once more. Unlike the sudden thrusts of before, this was a slow, deliberate pressure, coaxing her to the brink but not pushing her over.

Eileen whimpered, her words reduced to incoherent murmurs. The urge to respond was there, but her body refused to obey. She bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the sounds escaping her, and swallowed hard. Her gaze flickered back to Cesare, whose eyes burned with intensity, as if he might consume her whole.

Eileen had always thought she was the only one who dwelled on their nights together. How many times had she blushed to herself, recalling the firmness of his body beneath his shirt or the nights where his touch left her trembling? She had convinced herself that her yearning was one-sided, that Cesare viewed their union as a duty—something he indulged her in with patience and magnanimity.

But as she gazed down at him now, seeing his raw desire laid bare, her thoughts unraveled.

He was waiting for her. Just as she had longed for him, he had been yearning for this moment as well.

The realization sent a surge of emotion through her. She couldn’t quite put it into words, but she knew one thing for certain: she wanted to make him feel good. Even if she was clumsy and inexperienced, she was determined to do her best and make this night unforgettable for him.

"Cesare..." she whispered, her voice thick with longing.

Locking eyes with him, she began to move her hips, this time with more confidence. Her earlier hesitance gave way to a steady rhythm as she picked up speed, her movements becoming more fluid.

Every time she sank down onto him, the sensation was almost unbearable in its intensity. The pressure against her cerv!x sent waves of heat coursing through her, and she bit back the gasps that threatened to spill out.

Despite her initial fear of taking him too deeply, Eileen made sure to lower herself fully with each thrust, letting his entire length fill her. She wanted him to feel all of her, just as she felt every inch of him.

"Ah... Cesare... oh..."

She kept calling his name, her breath hitching as she bounced on his lap. Her thighs slapped against his hips, and the wet sound of their joining grew louder, the slickness between them coating his groin and making her movements smoother.

The sound of her mo@ns and the wet, rhythmic squelching echoed through the room, filling the air between them. With each thrust, her arousal pooled more, soaking them both and dripping onto the sheets below.

The sensation of his c*ck brushing her inner walls and nudging her most sensitive spot again and again made it impossible to think clearly. Her swollen nub throbbed with need, and her legs trembled as she fought to keep control.

She wanted to last until Cesare reached his peak, but her body had other plans. The relentless stimulation was too much, and she felt herself nearing the edge once again.

Eileen clenched her teeth, trying to hold on. But maintaining control while moving her body this way proved far more difficult than she’d anticipated.

Her struggle didn’t go unnoticed by Cesare. When her movements faltered for a brief moment, he reached up, his fingers finding her swollen cl!t. He pressed down lightly, and she cried out in response.

"Ahh!"

His touch was both gentle and firm, teasing her in a way that left her utterly helpless. He adjusted her position slightly, encouraging her to lean forward so her cl!t could grind against his abdomen as she moved.

The additional stimulation sent shockwaves through her. She blushed furiously, mortified by how her most sensitive part was pressed against his hard stomach. Even though they had been intimate so many times, this blatant exposure of her arousal made her feel unbearably shy.

"You’re so swollen," Cesare murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck. His voice was low and coaxing as he added, "Don’t hold back. Let go."

His words were her undoing. Unable to resist, she clenched her eyes shut and resumed moving. With each thrust, her swollen nub dragged against him, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body. The simultaneous stimulation inside and out was too much.

"Hah... ah... Cesare...!"

Her voice rose as her movements became erratic, her body trembling uncontrollably. She was barely aware of the way her saliva dripped from her parted lips or the tear-filled haze clouding her vision. All she knew was the unbearable pleasure building inside her until it reached its breaking point.

"Ahhh!"

Her cl!max hit her like a wave crashing over her, pulling her under completely. A gush of fluid spilled from her, soaking Cesare’s abdomen and pooling between them.

Utterly spent, Eileen collapsed against his chest, tears streaming down her face as she trembled in the aftermath of her release. Her walls continued to pulse around him, milking his c*ck as if unwilling to let go.

Cesare stroked her hair gently, his touch soothing as he murmured, "Don’t worry, Eileen..."

Before she could process his words, she felt his hand press firmly against her lower back, pinning her in place.

"Now it’s my turn." His voice was low and dangerous, like a predator ready to pounce.

And then, without warning, he began to move, his hips snapping upward in powerful thrusts.

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