A Way to Confirm Your Husband’s True Feelings - Chapter 32
Beatrice, overwhelmed by Caesar’s tongue pushing into her mouth, wrapped her arms around his neck, frightened by her heart that felt like it might burst. She felt like she had to cling to something, anything. When she embraced him, she felt the tension in Caesar’s firm body through their touching skin.
“I’m so nervous, Caesar…”
When she whispered this, Caesar took a deep breath, his chest expanding. At the same time, Beatrice flinched at the heat of his lips pressing against the nape of her neck. Because the surroundings were dark, it felt like her entire body had become more sensitive.
“Try to relax.”
He kissed her neck and collarbone as he comforted her. But rather than easing her nerves, Beatrice grew even more anxious, and she only gripped his clothes more tightly.
“I’ll go as slowly as possible… I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
Ah, right. The books often mentioned that pain accompanied the first night. Her nanny had also emphasized, more than anything else, that she had to endure the pain well. Fear washed over her belatedly.
“W-Will it hurt a lot?”
Caesar brought her trembling hand to his lips and kissed it. As his lips left marks like seals along her knuckles, fingers, palm, and the inside of her wrist, she felt her heart settle just a little.
But the next moment, when he loosened the ties of her gown and kissed her rounded, swollen b****t, Beatrice’s body stiffened again. Had Caesar not calmly stroked her waist to soothe her, she might have been so startled she’d sit up abruptly.
“C-Caesar!”
“Are we… not supposed to remove clothing?”
He asked in a slightly roughened voice. It seemed he had managed to skim through the contents of the manual in that short time.
Beatrice nodded. She was so distracted by how he continued to loosen the front of her gown with his lips that she didn’t notice him exhaling softly.
Because the ties had all come undone, her bare chest, without any undergarments, was exposed through the open nightgown. Technically, they hadn’t taken their clothes off, but it felt even more indecent.
Though there was no light and nothing could be seen, Beatrice felt an urge to cover her chest with her arms. But Caesar grasped one of her wrists with a hand and pinned it down. He continued to press his lips to her exposed chest. If not for the trembling of his lips and breath matching her own, the movements might have seemed skillful.
“Ah…!”
And when Caesar’s hot lips finally touched the stiffened peak, raised with tension, Beatrice flinched and let out a small moan.
It was a strange sensation, ticklish and queasy deep in her stomach. The unfamiliar feeling made her twist her waist, but with Caesar’s large body now closely pressed against her, she couldn’t move as she pleased.
“Caesar, it feels strange. Stran—hah…”
Caesar remained silent and continued licking and sucking at her b*****s. As the sensation thickened over time, she pushed at his broad shoulders, but like someone entranced, he clung to her chest and didn’t pull away.
Perhaps one side wasn’t enough, because at some point he grasped her other b****t as well. Caesar didn’t stop until Beatrice began to let out low groans. One n****e was rolled and rubbed between his fingers, while the other was caught between his lips and tongue.
The sensation she had first found strange slowly changed into something hazy and indecent. Each time he sucked firmly, her whole body lost strength and went limp. At the same time, Beatrice realized how wet it had become between her legs, to the point of discomfort. A deep, aching part of her pulsed, demanding to be acknowledged.
“Ahh… Caesar, wait a moment… okay?”
Caesar, who had been like a man possessed, entirely focused on kneading her b*****s, only snapped out of it at her plea.
“This part… wasn’t in the book. And… I think I’m ready now… So, we should proceed with the penetration.”
Though her mind had gone foggy from Caesar’s suckling like a nursing infant, she remembered this clearly. When the woman’s body was ready, the man was to insert his g******s into that place. The slippery wetness between her legs was proof that she was ready.
But when she said the word ‘penetration’, Caesar seemed to briefly stop breathing.
“Caesar?”
“No, not yet.”
Just as she was about to refute that, her mouth was blocked by his lips. His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming it and stirring it up, leaving her dazed again.
She still wasn’t used to such a fierce kiss. As she gasped for breath and barely managed to respond, Caesar’s hand steadily traced down her body.
Before she could fully grasp what he meant by not yet, his hand was lifting the hem of her nightgown.
“Wait…!”
