93 - The Evil Husband (15th Anniversary Edition) Chapter 93
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Aileen's eyes widened as she pressed her lips against his chest. It was a completely unexpected statement.
Of course, she had felt some sexual attraction while looking at his impressive pectoral muscles. A well-trained man's body was surprisingly beautiful.
However, she had never thought about sucking on Cesare's chest. She had only done it because she felt incredibly sensual and ecstatic when he caressed her breasts, so she thought it would be a pleasant act for Cesare as well.
She had approached it with confidence, but it was a complete misjudgment. Aileen diligently licked and sucked on his chest, but Cesare didn't seem to feel much.
To be precise, he seemed to find Aileen sucking on his chest amusing. He didn't derive sexual pleasure from it like Aileen did. The fact that he was patting her head as if she were doing something admirable made that clear.
It was supposed to be her secret weapon, but it failed, and she felt all her energy drain away. Aileen quietly removed her lips. Cesare asked with a playful voice.
"Already done?"
"Not yet."
Aileen, feeling somewhat dejected, reached for his pants. Immediately, her wrist was grabbed.
"What are you trying to do?"
It was too embarrassing to say it herself. When Aileen hesitated, Cesare waited patiently, holding her wrist until she spoke. Unable to bear the silence, Aileen finally announced her plan to him.
"That is, just like you did to me... I want to do yours, Grand Duke..."
Cesare caught the end of her fading words and asked again.
"You're going to put this in your mouth?"
"Yes..."
She had only planned to lick it with her tongue, but she answered as if that had been her intention from the start.
'So, that's how you give oral stimulation.'
Aileen carefully stored away the newly acquired piece of knowledge. The area below was a concentration of nerves. This time, she would truly be able to give him sexual pleasure.
However, Cesare didn't seem particularly inclined. He traced Aileen's lips with his long fingers. He gently caressed them as if gauging their size, then pressed his fingers against her lips and pushed them inside.
He rubbed her molars and canines, then gently scratched the roof of her mouth. The most delicate and sensitive areas were being stimulated, making her hair stand on end. Aileen tried hard not to moan. Her eyes involuntarily squinted.
After probing for a while as if confirming something, his fingers slowly withdrew from her mouth. Saliva stretched between his fingers and her lips. Aileen gasped for breath and looked up at Cesare.
"I can do it."
She expressed her determination again, but Cesare only stared at Aileen. Anxious about his lack of easy approval, Aileen added.
"I want to do it too."
She didn't want to be unilaterally dominated even in their physical relationship. She hoped that at least this much could be reciprocated.
Seeing her earnest eyes, Cesare slightly twisted his lips.
"What to do with so many things you want to do."
He readily released Aileen's wrist. As if telling her to do as she pleased.
Aileen naturally tried to kneel. She couldn't put his thing in her mouth while standing.
However, Cesare didn't let Aileen kneel. He gently pulled Aileen toward him. He pulled a chair in front of the wall and had Aileen sit there. Then, he stood in front of Aileen, leaning one hand against the wall.
His groin was right in front of her face. Sitting on the chair, trapped between the wall and Cesare, Aileen stiffly moved her hands.
She had rarely unbuckled a belt before, so her hands fumbled slightly. Even though she was struggling frustratingly, Cesare didn't scold her or do it for her, but waited for Aileen.
Finally, she managed to loosen his belt and carefully pulled down his underwear. His already somewhat erect member seemed ready to tear through the fabric, making it difficult to pull down his underwear.
Aileen, faced with it right in front of her eyes, paused for a moment. A strong masculine scent wafted over her. It was a smell that made her feel aroused. The beating of her heart accelerated even more.
Aileen carefully grasped it with both hands. It was still a thickness that barely fit in her hands. Holding it with only a slight amount of force, she looked at it closely.
Until now, she had been too embarrassed and ashamed to examine it properly. She had only glanced at it briefly. But now that she had seen it a few times, she felt more at ease. Aileen carefully observed Cesare's member.
She knew very well what kind of pleasure it brought her inside. It was the memory of pleasure she had learned each time she fainted.
Without realizing it, she even parted her lips slightly as she stared at it for a long time before snapping back to her senses.
"Aileen."
A large hand caressed her ear and hair. He gently touched her earlobe and whispered languidly.
"You're doing well."
At the sound of his voice, clearly tinged with pleasure, Aileen only raised her eyes to check Cesare's face.
The moment she met his red eyes, blurred with pleasure, she suddenly felt a surge of confidence. She felt like she could do more.
"Aileen."
Cesare tried to stop her immediately, but she pretended not to hear. She couldn't be childish even in bed. Acting with a defiant spirit, she heard a short laugh from Cesare. The hand that had been caressing Aileen's earlobe tightened its grip.
"You won't be satisfied until you experience it yourself..."
It was the moment he muttered those words with a groan. Cesare grabbed the back of Aileen's head and moved her roughly.
"Haa! Haa, haa..."
Aileen coughed and gasped for breath. Saliva streamed from her lips, and tears rolled down her face. Cesare grabbed Aileen's face and lifted it up.
"Why are you just standing there?"
He checked Aileen's flushed lips and scolded her again.
"You should push me away."
Aileen, her face smeared with tears and saliva, panted for breath. Cesare wiped away her tears with his fingers and said.
"Don't ever think about sucking it carelessly again. Okay?"
She had only rebelled in vain and gained nothing. Aileen felt a tingling pain in her throat and answered softly, "Yes."
Of course, some resentment still lingered in her heart. It was because she felt like she could do more if he just stayed still and didn't move.
'But if that's how he gets pleasure...'
That was definitely something she could only do after putting in a little more effort and improving. It was impossible for her right now.
On the other hand, she also realized that Cesare was really treating her gently. After spending their first night together, Aileen had become interested in the act. It was difficult and burdensome, but it was thanks to knowing a pleasure that far surpassed the pain.
She also liked the way Cesare cherished her during their encounters. She also liked the new side of him that she could only see in the secret bedroom at night.
If Cesare had acted as he pleased, Aileen would never have liked it this much.
The shock of witnessing her father's relationship with a woman remained intact in Aileen's memory. The memory of that day had instilled in her the feeling that such acts were disgusting.
However, she didn't feel any revulsion when she was with Cesare. She accepted it without any resistance because it was Cesare.
Cesare was the only exception to everything for Aileen.
Renewing her love for him, Aileen slowly opened her lips.
"I'm sorry..."
In the end, she had failed to make him feel good. Not knowing what else to say, she simply looked up at Cesare and asked.
"Why don't we just do it? I'll try to hold in the sounds."
When she asked him because she wanted to satisfy his desires, Cesare kissed Aileen's forehead.
"I told you I can't just do it."
Aileen recalled the foreplay he had done before he started in earnest. Cesare always tormented Aileen's below for a long time before allowing it.
"But..."
There wasn't a suitable place to lie down here either. It was when Aileen was hesitating. Cesare knelt in front of Aileen. Aileen was startled by his unhesitatingly lowering himself.
For the Grand Duke to have his knees touch the ground. It was something that should never happen.
"Ce, Cesare! Get up."
In her haste, she reached out her hand first. She hurriedly tried to lift Cesare up, but he had no intention of getting up. The one who knelt on one knee as if a knight were swearing an oath took off Aileen's shoes and said.
"Lift up your skirt."
