Eileen often dreamed about Cesare. Since he was the person she thought about most, it was natural that he frequently appeared in her dreams.
These, in turn, were more often than not vivid and serene, tranquil moments in which the two strolled through the palace gardens or had tea together.
However, whenever Cesare left for war, the nightmares became more frequent. They were often filled with grim news or visions of him receding, despite her desperate attempts to call him back. Upon waking, her pillow was always soaked with tears.
It was distressing, but inevitable. Given her constant thoughts about Cesare, dreaming about him was to be expected.
Although she dreamed frequently, the idea that he also dreamed about her was strange, especially one in which they lived together in the brick house, as a couple. It was an image of life as a couple that she had always longed for, but had never dared to believe he could share.
She had hoped the man would tell her more about the dream, but, as always, he only smiled, leaving the mystery hanging in the air. His voice fell silent, replaced by gestures of quiet tenderness.
The touch, firm and careful, made her tremble. Each movement, delicate and attentive, seemed to say what words could not. Eileen's heart beat faster, not from fear, but from a deep emotion that completely enveloped her.
His large hands moved slowly over her breasts. As the gentle touch quickened her breathing, her nipples began to harden. The sensation of them becoming more prominent became vividly clear to her.
Then, his thumb pressed firmly against her erect nipple. As he licked and nibbled at her neck, pressing against both nipples, Eileen let out a low moan.
An intense heat quickly spread throughout her body. Eileen instinctively curled up, squeezing her thighs tightly and arching her back, which caused her hips to thrust toward Cesare, who held her firmly from behind.
The sensation of his member pressing against her buttocks surprised her, and she reflexively tried to pull away. But Cesare quickly stopped her and placed a hand on her stomach to prevent her from escaping, continuing to caress her breast with the other hand. His touch, instead of force, conveyed a strange mixture of power and care; she moaned his name in a trembling whisper.
— Ah, Cesare…
She was aware of more than just the man's member pressed against her buttocks. The firm presence and the growing heat emanating from it were evident. The fact that Cesare was aroused by her was intensely palpable, making her feel a tingling sensation in her vagina.
The vivid memory of their wedding night came to mind, the way his imposing member had penetrated her roughly and deliciously while she lay motionless beneath him, screaming with pleasure.
Eileen cherished every moment spent with Cesare and frequently revisited those memories. Even so, she avoided thinking about that first night, so intense that it seemed to ignite something within her whenever she recalled it.
Just thinking about it made his breathing faster and faster.
As if understanding what she wanted, the man's hand moved to lift the hem of her dress. He untied the bow of her skirt and slid his hand along the loosened waistband. When his fingers touched her panties, Eileen's body trembled, and she let out a loud moan.
Ah!
Her face and neck flushed intensely. Her high-pitched moans indicated her anticipation for a more intense moment.
In truth, Eileen had been eagerly awaiting the upcoming act, feeling a similar excitement whenever Cesare had touched her in recent days.
Although their first night together had been painful and frightening, leaving her in tears, now there was no fear, only anticipation.
Even though this was only her second time, the explicit nature of it seemed very far removed from the virtue expected of women.
What should I do...?
Eileen felt a sense of urgency because of how excited she was. She knew she should try to contain herself, but as soon as Cesare's touch made contact, those thoughts vanished. All that remained was her overwhelming desire for him to continue.
The man's long fingers, which were normally graceful when playing the piano, now moved slowly and deliberately over her sensitive area. Eileen tried to control her breathing, but it was difficult.
Cesare showed no intention of helping her in her struggle. He chuckled softly, amused, as he pressed his fingers against her panties at the tight entrance. The sensation of the fabric entering caused Eileen's body to react involuntarily.
Through the thin fabric, her fingers gently probed, simulating penetration, while her palm pressed firmly against her clitoris.
Her entrance pulsed instinctively, trying to accept the intrusion. Eileen felt the intruder's movement intensely.
Her head spun with the rising heat. The pleasure she craved was there; her eager vagina continued to leak lubrication. Her panties were soaked with a sticky fluid.
Cesare, aware of this fact, pushed the already damp garment even further, then pulled it back out, causing the liquid to stretch between the tight opening and the fabric.
The man lightly traced his fingers over her completely soaked vagina and asked:
When did you become like this?
Eileen closed her eyes tightly, overcome with shame. She wanted to run away immediately, but she knew that would only complicate things later.
Despite the discomfort, her body still burned with desire.
'Tonight, I really want to do…'
She wanted to feel that sensation of relief and pleasure. Every time she remembered that experience, her throbbing inner walls ached. Eileen shrugged in response to the intense masturbation on her sensitive area and replied.
— Ugh, s-sorry…
— For what reason?
It's just that I... am very...
To think that such words would come out of her mouth. Eileen whispered, incredulous at the reality of the situation she was in.
I just want to… do that…
— Be more specific, Eileen.
Blushing, Eileen whispered even more quietly.
— Making love…
Upon hearing Eileen's heartfelt words, Cesare kissed her cheek as if to compliment her. When their lips parted with a soft pop, Eileen blinked rapidly, trying not to show her enthusiasm.
He ran his fingers over her wet labia majora, gently rubbing her clitoris as if he found it cute. Then he asked again.
How do you feel when I touch you here?
— Oh, it's delicious.
Hearing her reply, Cesare kissed her cheek again, this time twice.
— Don't forget to tell your husband when you're about to orgasm. Is that okay?
He emphasized that being honest was important for both of them to feel good. Worried about having selfishly entertained herself alone until now, Eileen nodded vigorously.
Cesare's finger slowly penetrated her folds. Although Eileen wished that the man would fill her completely with his member, Cesare inserted only a single finger and asked.
— Shall we try now?
Yes, oh yes, I want to.
— Open your legs a little wider.
Despite her determination not to be too explicit, she responded enthusiastically as soon as he mentioned doing it. She quickly spread her legs wider to facilitate Cesare's hand penetration.
Her reason had long since vanished. Eileen clung to the man's arm with a moan, feeling his muscular arm as a delicious sensation.
As her finger penetrated deeply, reaching its target, the palm of her hand almost touched her clitoris.
Does it hurt?
— No, not at all, oh no, it doesn't hurt—
Her mouth filled with saliva as if anticipating a delicious meal, and her breath became ragged. Eileen squirmed, twisting her waist, trying to maintain the "honesty" that Cesare had demanded.
— Ah, ah, Cesare, like this, ah, it's very nice there.
The man began to move his finger slowly, penetrating deeply and then withdrawing it, asking again.
Tell me more, Eileen,
The man whispered to Eileen, who was dazed and intoxicated with pleasure.
Hmm! You should be honest with your husband…
To be continued…