Eileen's hand trembled as it was held, and she bit her lip, nodding slightly. Whenever Cesare referred to her as her husband, a wave of embarrassment washed over her. Not that he was wrong, but the term still made her feel ashamed.
- Yes…
Realizing she had only nodded, Eileen finally spoke in a low voice. After a moment of hesitation, she added:
There's no need to do it out of obligation if you don't want to.
Cesare had always been kind to Eileen, patiently fulfilling her wishes. However, she never expected him to extend that kindness to their intimate relationship.
The idea of Cesare enduring her requests for intimacy while hiding his own discomfort was deeply humiliating. Eileen managed to force a smile, struggling to contain her feelings of unhappiness.
Seeing her embarrassed smile, Cesare tilted his head slightly and asked:
Obligation?
He seemed confused by the term, staring at her without understanding. Eileen, forcing a smile, replied:
Yes... I'm sorry. I didn't realize how you might feel.
Just as he had given her sweets and kind words in her youth, she tried to convey that there was no need to have sex simply to comfort her.
Accepting that she didn't physically attract her husband wasn't as painful as she had imagined. In fact, it brought a sense of relief.
'I just need to be more careful from now on.'
She gathered her positive thoughts, feeling relieved to have reached that conclusion. While she was preoccupied with her own concerns, Cesare let out a light laugh.
He guided her little hand to his penis.
— …!
Eileen's lips parted slightly as she felt the hard, crisp texture in her palm. Cesare guided her hand, letting her feel the long, firm shape against her fingers, and whispered:
Does this seem like an obligation?
Sensing the stiffness, Eileen struggled to find an answer.
— N-no, not at all.
- Then?
Because you're enjoying this...?
Uncertain, she finished the sentence with a rising tone, which made Cesare's gaze soften.
— It's a serious matter that you have so little confidence in me, Eileen.
Cesare pulled down her bra, revealing one of her breasts. Eileen shuddered as her breast was exposed to the daylight.
"What do I have to do to make you believe me? " He leaned down and sucked on her exposed breast, deep and lingering, leaving a mark on her skin. Then he said in a low voice, "How about we spend a week in bed?"
— A week?
The idea seemed physically impossible to Eileen. However, she barely had time to process the suggestion before he continued with his actions.
Cesare cupped her breast in his large hand and licked her nipple. Each time his wet tongue brushed against the nipple, it hardened. Soon, he began to suck and nibble gently.
— Ah…
Eileen groaned involuntarily as the sensation made her body burn. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, aware of the soldiers and Senon outside. The old wooden door wouldn't be able to effectively muffle her moans.
While Eileen internally panicked and covered her mouth, Cesare continued to suck calmly. He made one nipple pop out before finally pulling away.
He gently touched her nipple with his fingers, sending tingling sensations through her. Cesare looked at Eileen, who still covered her mouth, and asked:
— You don't want to make noise?
Eileen, slightly uncovering her mouth, honestly confessed:
— It's because I'm worried it might be heard outside. If you touch me… I won't be able to control myself…
He even had difficulty with this small gesture, fearing that if things progressed further, he might lose control and make unwanted noises.
Still, she didn't want to end the moment prematurely. Eileen hesitated when a possible solution occurred to her—one that could satisfy both her and Cesare.
Although she worried that she might seem too bold, her desire to spend this time with Cesare gave her the courage to speak.
Cesare, can I... touch you?
She had touched him briefly on their wedding night, but since then she had never taken a more active role in their intimacy. Always in the role of the one receiving affection, now she longed to touch him as well. Knowing that Cesare's actions were driven by desire, and not by obligation, made her eager to show that she could also give him pleasure.
'I also want to make him feel good.'
Perhaps this would bring him even closer to her.
His curiosity to explore Cesare's body in detail was undeniable. He wanted to feel and examine every inch of his sculpted form. Deep down, he longed to memorize the shape and number of scars on his body, for he had always wanted to know everything about him.
Trying to hide her intense desire, she awaited his response. The man's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the unexpected request, but he soon broke into a genuinely satisfied smile.
"As you wish, my lady, " he encouraged her in a soft voice. "Touch me, Eileen."
Eileen blinked rapidly, swallowing nervously. Despite her bold question, the permission made her feel tense and apprehensive.
Understanding her hesitation, Cesare guided Eileen's hand to his shirt, helping her to unbutton it. As the white shirt opened, revealing his solid chest, Eileen felt overwhelmed. The intimate scene made her head spin.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to imitate Cesare's actions. Remembering how he had touched her, she began to explore him in a similar way.
She pressed her lips along the man's neck, lightly licking the prominent muscle. Cesare adjusted his posture, leaning forward slightly to make it easier for her to touch him.
Eileen gently placed her hands on his chest, feeling the smooth skin beneath her fingers. The act of touching, especially with the intention of intimacy, felt strange and unfamiliar. Each caress brought a curious mix of tension and excitement.
As he slid his trembling hands over her firm abdomen and waist, Cesare let out a low groan. Startled, Eileen quickly withdrew her hands and looked at him, relieved to see no sign of displeasure.
Fearing she had touched it incorrectly, Eileen let out a silent sigh of relief.
Cesare, noticing her nervousness, gently brushed her disheveled hair behind her ear and gave her a reassuring smile.
Do whatever you want.
The words suggested a deeper understanding of his actions. Although it was clear that Cesare had not been negatively affected by what he had done, the statement still carried a degree of risk.
Eileen continued to explore him, her fingers lightly tracing the scars scattered across his torso. She even tried to squeeze his chest as he had squeezed hers. Cesare responded with a slight smile, the reason for which remained unclear. Not wanting to break the mood, Eileen refrained from asking questions and continued.
As Eileen touched him, Cesare's smile widened into a laugh.
Eileen.
- …Yes?
In a playful yet affectionate tone, Cesare gently stroked her as if delighted by her presence and asked:
— You wanted to suckle at your husband's breast all this time?
To be continued…