A Way to Confirm Your Husband’s True Feelings - Chapter 34
“Beatrice…”
“I’m sorry. It’s just… I was curious… Should I stop?”
“…No, it’s alright.”
As Caesar said that, he buried his face into the nape of her neck, and Beatrice traced the shape of his manhood with her fingertips.
“Um…”
She couldn’t be sure since she hadn’t seen it with her eyes, but the organ meant for procreation attached to a man was excessively large.
It was a thick cylindrical shape, and it had such elasticity that it bounced back to its original position when touched. The texture was soft, yet there was a firm core inside that made it feel solid. For some reason, she felt a moist, slippery wetness at its blunt tip.
Because of the shape, she naturally wrapped her hand around it and moved it up and down, which made Caesar’s back twitch noticeably.
Hearing his hot, uneven breaths and strained moans at the nape of her neck, Beatrice quickly pulled her hand away. She had acted indecently, led by sheer curiosity about her husband’s body.
“Shall we… go ahead and finish the last step?”
Trying to keep her voice as calm as possible, Beatrice suggested. Caesar, holding his breath against her shoulder, said nothing as he hooked his arm under her knees.
“……”
Even under the blanket, the position was embarrassingly revealing. But that embarrassment soon disappeared like dust once the act continued.
“Ah… mm… haah…”
The object Beatrice had held just a moment ago was now in Caesar’s hand. Holding the stiff s***t in his palm, he rubbed its rounded tip against her entrance.
Since both of their sexes were wet, the slick moisture could be felt not only below but even echoed faintly in their ears.
Her scalp flushed with shame, but at the same time, Beatrice felt anticipation. Soon they would become one, and she would truly become his wife.
Overcome with joy, she reached up and kissed Caesar first. He responded with joy—and at the same time, the large head of his organ pushed through her narrow opening and entered her.
“Ah… nnh.”
It was incomparable to his fingers in size, and she held her breath. As many had warned, the first penetration was indeed intensely painful.
Somewhere deep inside her, so deep she didn’t even know where—there was a burning pain, like something tearing apart.
“Ugh… it hurts, Caesar…”
When she whimpered from the pain, Caesar looked distressed and apologized repeatedly. But when he asked if they should stop, Beatrice firmly shook her head.
Still unsure what to do, Caesar resumed the insertion and, after a moment, leaned to her ear and whispered,
“It’s done. It won’t hurt anymore.”
At his voice—firm yet gentle—she relaxed a bit and nodded. Though the stretch below was still painful and frightening, it was more bearable than she had feared.
“Then… does this mean we’re really husband and wife now?”
As she asked in a damp, soft voice, the thing already filling her tightened even more.
Startled, Caesar hurried to pull back, but Beatrice’s legs, now wrapped around his waist, pulled him back into place.
“Ah…!”
The sensation of being so completely filled was overwhelming. But soon, a strange feeling began to rise from that place. Watching her response, Caesar slowly began to move his body.
“Does it hurt?”
“…No. I think I’m okay now.”
Her body was gradually adjusting to her husband’s size. A gentle, warm pleasure tickled her lower belly. Caesar’s hips, which had moved slowly at first, began to pick up pace.
“Haa… mmm…”
The act of joining bodies with someone was a very strange thing. Beatrice couldn’t imagine doing something so intimate and shameful with anyone but Caesar.
A contact so close that, as long as the two didn’t betray each other, it would never be shared with anyone else in the world. The thought made her heart even more tender.
She liked the heat of Caesar’s body moving at a pace that wasn’t too much for her. Even the weight of his large frame resting on her was blissful.
“Caesar… I like it… haah…”
As she whispered her truth with a sob, wrapping her arms around his neck, Caesar exhaled roughly and embraced her tightly in return. Separate from the sensations building up between their bodies, her emotions for him overflowed, impossible to put into words.
It felt amazing—strange yet fulfilling—that her body had a place to accept her husband. His hard s***t rubbed every sensitive fold of her inner flesh with no space to spare, and the unfamiliar heat kept swelling deep within her.
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Ben de kocasinın yerinde olsam sevgimi söyleyemezdim. Kadındaki sevgiye bak be… Vay canına beni bile korkutmaya yetti. Sevgisinin büyüklüğü korkutucu. Beni bu kadar seven biriyle birlikte olsam kendi sevgimden bahsetmeye utanırdım sanırım. (Tabi bu yine de kocasının iki çift laf edemeyen bir salak olduğunu değiştirmiyor. Bari bir kere söyle be adam seni seviyorum diye.)