A Way to Confirm Your Husband’s True Feelings - Chapter 40

Unlike usual, Caesar hesitated slightly at the strange assertiveness in her voice, but allowed himself to be led by her hand.

Beatrice first sat her husband down obediently on the bed. His face was still full of confusion.

“I want to make love. Right now.”

Even though her sentence had a clear object, he seemed not to understand her at first and wore a dazed expression.

More ready for battle than ever, Beatrice didn’t wait for a response. She began unbuttoning the front of her dress.

Only after watching her do so did Caesar finally understand what she meant and reached out toward her, his gesture one of dissuasion.

“Wait, Beatrice. We haven’t turned off the lights yet.”

Like a well-trained warhorse, Caesar tried to faithfully follow the sequence and procedure the two of them had always adhered to.

Had Beatrice not already straddled his lap and grabbed him by the collar, he surely would have done so.

“No. We’re not turning the lights off tonight.”

Since it was still a bit early for bedtime, the bedroom was brightly lit by the lamp.

Beatrice silently took in Caesar’s face, now clouded with confusion and embarrassment. Her heart was pounding like it might burst, so it wasn’t as if she was completely composed… but seeing her husband this visibly shaken gave her a faint sense of triumph.

“W-What is this, the lights, why… all of a sudden…”

He stammered, visibly flustered. But even in the midst of that, as Beatrice scooted closer, he tightly held her waist to keep her from slipping.

That touch made her body heat up instantly. The firm pressure beneath her as she shifted her hips—clear proof of his arousal—only heightened her anticipation.

“I just thought of it suddenly. Haven’t we been doing things too much by the book?”

She was looking down at him in the fully lit room, so she could see everything. His pupils trembling like in an earthquake, the tips of his ears red as if painted with scarlet dye, his jaw clenched tight with tension.

“If you’re okay with it… I want to try something different now.”

Interpreting the large movement of his adam’s apple as agreement, Beatrice brought her lips to his.

The warmth they hadn’t shared in so long made her almost lose herself in bliss, but she quickly regained her focus and deliberately concentrated on the kiss.

Unlike usual, when she simply followed Caesar’s lead, she tried to recall what she had read in the book and remembered his movements, actively using her lips and tongue.

Caesar didn’t stop the small, soft tongue attempting to enter. Easily conquering her husband’s mouth, Beatrice explored the tender inner surfaces to stimulate him. She nibbled his plump lower lip, found his hot and firm tongue, rubbed hers against it and sucked on it, eliciting a reaction from him.

Despite the short time, her efforts produced significant results.

“…Are you sure you’re really okay with this?”

Just as Beatrice was pouring every provocative trick she had learned into his lips, she suddenly felt her body float up into the air, and the view flipped.

In the blink of an eye, she was buried under pillows and blankets, pinned beneath Caesar’s large frame.

Maybe the result had been a bit too effective…?

Seeing Caesar’s eyes slightly out of focus—unlike his usual sharp gaze—sent a chill down her spine.

But the fact that her husband wasn’t opposing her suggestion was a positive sign. At the very least, he didn’t seem to dislike doing this with her.

If they could have the ‘incredible night’ Amelia had mentioned, then in that softened atmosphere, she could subtly confirm what her husband must truly be feeling. Beatrice made up her mind.

Of course, now that things had come to this, what was operating more strongly in her head than her original objective… was animal instinct. A genuine desire to be with her husband.

But she hadn’t realized that part yet.

“Y‑Yes, I‑I’m fine.”

As soon as Beatrice replied, Caesar’s lips found hers. As if her kiss had been nothing more than a child’s game, his thick tongue plunged in roughly, coiling tightly around her smaller, hesitant one.

His kiss was unrefined, swirling through her mouth and scraping against the roof as it filled every part with heat.

Realizing that her husband was just as aroused as she was, she lightly ran her fingers along the thick veins rising in his neck, making his broad shoulders tense even more with strain.

“Hnn… it tickles.”

His lips, having brushed along her chin and nape, now nipped at her collarbone. At the same time, Caesar pulled down the front of her gown, which she had only loosely unfastened, baring her chest.

Full for her build, her b*****s had already pushed up over her neckline, and now that they were gathered at the center, they swelled even more alluringly than usual.