A Way to Confirm Your Husband’s True Feelings - Chapter 33
Before she could stop him, his thick fingers slipped beneath her undergarments and parted the hidden seam. Unsure what those fingers might do, Beatrice could only let out ragged, shallow breaths.
His callused middle and ring fingers moved with serpentine ease, skimming the soaked flesh as though searching a damp parchment. Sensing the sticky fluid coating them, Caesar let a hot sigh spill against her ear.
“Ahh, hnn, mm…”
The fingers that had been gliding slowly up and down finally found a small nub she hadn’t even known existed and began to circle it. Up and down, side to side—each light press and rub sent a storm of strange sensations through her, to the point she thought she might lose her mind. Only after a moment did she realize this dizzying rush was pleasure.
“Nngh… Caesar… hnn… it feels… odd…”
The sensation rose without end, frighteningly intense. Clinging to his hard‑muscled arm with a soft sob, Beatrice felt Caesar grit his teeth and slowly push his middle finger inside.
“I‑Is… is this part of the preparation?”
“Yes, it is.”
He answered with his face buried into the middle of her chest. Beatrice clutched his head and endured the foreign intrusion. The joints of Caesar’s finger were knobby, the digit itself thick and long.
The feeling of something entering her was strange, yet a curious pleasure accompanied it. Realizing that what she was accepting deep inside was none other than her husband’s finger made the sensation swell. Her depths twitched.
Though her slick flesh clamped tight as if to push him out, his thumb leisurely circling her peak soon melted the resistance to a yielding warmth.
“Ah— ahh… haa…!”
Once her body managed to take his middle finger completely, Caesar slid his ring finger in as well. It was undeniably overwhelming, yet equally, a sure pleasure filled her. The abundant wetness made faint, sticky sounds each time his fingers moved.
Too embarrassed, Beatrice covered the face he couldn’t even see with both hands. Caesar, unbothered, kept thrusting the two fingers slowly while his thumb continued to tease her c******s. At some point her body could no longer endure, and she reached a brief climax.
The first peak was blindingly sharp. Her uncontrolled body trembled, stars burst behind her tightly shut lids. Life before and after that sensation felt like two different worlds.
“Haa… hah…”
She panted as if she had been running. Unaware that she’d left red scratches on his forearm, Beatrice drifted in the afterglow.
When her breathing settled, embarrassment rushed in. Thank goodness the lamps were out—had Caesar seen her like this, she might have died of shame.
The manual had said to proceed nobly and gracefully, like proper nobles, yet the act itself allowed no such dignity.
Her gown, disheveled to expose b*****s and loins alike, no longer served any purpose. Though the blanket was neatly pulled up as instructed, it only heightened the sense of doing something secret and illicit.
By then Beatrice wondered why they weren’t supposed to undress completely. Her own bare skin was already exposed; she, too, wanted to feel her husband’s skin and warmth.
“Are you alright?”
Not knowing her thoughts, Caesar slowly withdrew the fingers that had filled her inner walls as he asked. Feeling the fluid stretch down to her thighs, Beatrice blushed even in the dark.
“I think… I’m truly ready now.”
Languid with release, she murmured. The most important step was still ahead. Sensing the deeper, more intimate air between them, she slipped her hand beneath his shirt.
“Your clothes, Beatrice…”
As she stroked the hot, solid muscles under her palm, Caesar let out a rough breath and muttered low. Emboldened by his lack of resistance, Beatrice slid her hand lower.
Since it was the part that would enter her body, she wanted at least to feel it once. She didn’t have the courage to light a lamp and examine him, but touching to gauge its shape seemed acceptable.
Tracing the loose waistband, past the iron‑hard iliac crest and lower still, her fingers bumped against something and moved over it. Even in that brief touch, the size felt substantial.
“Kgh…”
Caesar clenched his teeth, clearly holding something back.
“Ah, does it hurt…?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
Though his voice was still strained, he said it wasn’t pain, so Beatrice continued exploring. When she located the pillar that had brushed her hand and closed her fingers around it, Caesar let out another deep groan.
