Chapter 41
Beatrice, watching her husband mesmerized by the sight before him, made up her mind.
“Take it all off. Tonight…”
Normally, she had wondered if there was even any point, and they had carried out their marital duties without removing all their clothes. That was what the manual had instructed.
Caesar, already surprised enough by her refusal to turn off the lights, now looked completely stunned.
“Clothes, you mean…”
He asked blankly, and Beatrice nodded resolutely. At her shy request, Caesar, his fingertips trembling, fully undressed her indoor gown, which was already half undone.
Then, tearing off the practically useless chemise and drawers as though to rip them apart, he finally revealed her bare, immaculate body before his eyes like a gift.
Even though he was her husband, this was the first time she had ever shown her body with not a single thread on. Feeling her entire body flush red with embarrassment, Beatrice trembled at the shoulders, clutching the thin blanket’s edge.
Only now did she wonder if she had revealed herself too shamelessly. Shouldn’t there at least be one minimal layer of cloth for protection?
She seriously considered turning off the light or crawling under the covers even now, but…
‘He’s… too immersed.’
Caesar’s expression was desperate, earnest. He looked completely unable to tear his eyes away from the curves of her nude body under the light. Seeing that look on his face made her heart flutter again. Knowing that she was the object of such intense focus from him—she didn’t want to ruin it over something like shame.
“Caesar…”
Still, she wasn’t yet brazen enough to fully show herself off, so Beatrice only called his name in a pleading tone. At her call, Caesar instinctively lowered his head.
As if it were the natural next step, one of her b*****s was taken into his mouth. His hot lips covered not only the areola but the surrounding flesh, sucking deeply, and the already stiff pink peak turned even more inflamed, becoming more sensitive.
“Uh, ngh…”
Caesar, as though savoring ripe fruit, pushed and crushed the swollen tip with his tongue, licking and digging as he tasted her. The sensation of her n****e, wrapped in warm wetness, being thoroughly teased was so strange and arousing that Beatrice could only hug her husband’s head to her chest, her waist twitching involuntarily.
But Caesar didn’t stop there. Just as always, he used his large hand to fully envelop her other b****t. For a moment, his knobby fingers gently grasped the soft, springy flesh with care, but before long, the touch turned overtly carnal.
He squeezed with enough force to make her feel his grip, then ran his coarse thumb over the stiffened tip in circular motions. The contrast from the wet teasing of his tongue made Beatrice’s waist jerk even harder.
“Nn, haah, ahh…!”
Caesar was far more persistent than usual. He obsessively licked and nibbled both n*****s, even scraping them lightly with his nails, until a dizzying intensity overwhelmed her.
The stimulation, nearly painful in its strength, was unbearable. Beatrice tried to squirm away, but trapped beneath his massive frame, she couldn’t escape.
“Ahnn… This… this feels weird, Caesar, it’s weird… stop…”
This was too different from usual. Her husband, who had always moved to the next step after just enough pleasure, was now completely ignoring her pace.
Normally, by now, Caesar would apologize and back off, admitting he had gone too far. But today, no matter how she tried to push his shoulders, he didn’t budge. He continued suckling her b*****s as though he meant to satisfy his every desire.
The helplessness of knowing she couldn’t get away stirred not only anxiety but also a strange pleasure.
“Ah… ngh… Caesar… ah!”
The sensations reached their peak. From her b*****s alone, Beatrice reached a light climax, her mind already on the verge of going blank. They hadn’t even done anything yet, and already her breath came in gasps.
“Ugh… I said… it’s weird…”
Even as her body trembled uncontrollably from overwhelming pleasure, Caesar remained latched to her b*****s. Only after she finally pushed him away did he raise his head, wearing the pitiful look of a dog that had just lost its bone.
“Did you not like it?”
Even as he asked, his eyes didn’t leave the red, saliva-slick tips of her b*****s.
Beatrice felt a faint flicker of fear—but she didn’t show it. Instead, she shook her head and diverted his attention elsewhere.
“I didn’t dislike it. But now… I’d like you to take off your clothes, too.”
Trying not to focus on the lingering ache in her chest or her unsteady limbs, Beatrice made her request of Caesar.
“I’ve never seen you before, right? I want to see you too.”
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