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The unaccustomed sensation didn't let go, and tension in the bottom of the stomach only grew.
Each time the wet membranes squeezed around his finger inside, a stinging shame gripped me.
*‘Only one finger...’* Cesare's fingers were long but not thick.
Compared with his member, these slender straight fingers seemed simply nothing.
His real member I hadn't yet seen.
But judging by the last contact and today's situation, it should be at least as thick as four fingers.
And if one considers that it is not a plane but a cylinder, then the volume...
Eileen interrupted her imagination.
She was imagining his member, which she hadn't even seen, in too great detail.
But as soon as she stopped her thoughts, attention again was chained below.
Not moving inside, he only intensified this strange, ticklish feeling.
Inside it itched more and more, and she suddenly wanted him to scratch there properly.
At that moment his finger touched the sensitive clitoris.
"A-a-ah!"
With another finger he began slowly to massage the clitoris.
It swelled and protruded, like an excited male member.
When light touches caused Eileen a groan of pleasure, he intensified the pressure.
Stimulation of the clitoris while his finger was inside caused a wave of delight from which it went cold along the back.
Sharp sensations ran up the spine.
Her body squeezed, buttocks pulled up, and thighs of themselves rose up, as if begging to continue.
*‘How good that he doesn't see my face.’* Surely it looked distracted, and if he saw this, she would become so ashamed that she wouldn't even be able to feel pleasure.
"A-ah... m-m-m..."
Lips until then whispering refusals now dropped only intoxicating groans.
It seemed saliva was about to flow from her parted mouth.
Eileen completely plunged into delight.
The finger inside, until then motionless, finally began to move.
From surprise she squeezed, and he again kissed her crotch, emitting a smacking sound:
"You'll bite off my finger."
She didn't at all want to be the one who’d bite off the Grand Duke's finger, so she tried to relax.
But something went wrong, and instead her vagina squeezed even harder, as if drawing him inside.
"I...
I can't... kh-kh-kh... it doesn't work to relax..."
"Are you in pain?"
"N-no...
But it's so strange..." She murmured piteously, and in response heard his quiet chuckle.
He stroked the clitoris with the other finger, as if praising her.
The reward in the form of pleasure caused a surge of moisture.
It seemed he felt how juices flowed around his finger, for he groaned quietly.
When Eileen's thighs trembled, he began slowly to move the finger inside, slightly rubbing the walls.
He pinched the clitoris between fingers, stimulating it from outside and inside.
The sensation of double pressure kindled heat in the bottom of the stomach.
The clitoris, slightly protruding from pressure, was the ideal size for such torments.
His fingers continued insistent caresses.
"A-ah... m-m... a-a..."
Movements were not at all sharp.
But the gradual, methodical build-up of sensations made them even more unbearable.
The body, saturated with light excitement all day, could no longer resist.
Finally a feeling flooded in, similar to what she had experienced that night, but even stronger.
Eileen opened her mouth, greedily swallowing air.
"M-m-m... a-a...
Cesare... it's... so unbearable..." Not knowing how to describe this sensation, she only repeated: "strange." Then he whispered:
"Are you close?"
Not understanding to the end the meaning of his words, she submissively answered: "Yes, close..."
Slow, even movements accumulated into a huge wave that it was already impossible to restrain.
Not knowing where to go, Eileen clutched at the sofa fabric and closed her eyes tight.
Nails bit into skin.
All muscles tensed, and in the depth of the stomach an eye-searing delight exploded.
"A-a-a-ah!"
Long tension finally broke through, it seemed, endlessly.
Waves of pleasure again and again rolled over the body, almost causing pain.
While an incredibly strong orgasm shook her, Cesare continued playing with his fingers with the clitoris and entrance, prolonging the delight.
When a second, weaker wave covered her, transparent juices poured from her.
Fluid flooded his fingers and crotch, flowing down.
"Enough... it hurts... a-a-a-ah..."
Pleasure had already become painful.
When Eileen's eyes filled with tears, Cesare finally removed his hand.
She powerlessly flattened on the sofa, body still twitching.
Cesare licked the wet crotch, then hugged Eileen.
As in the residence, he sat her on his lap.
On the cramped sofa they pressed to each other, creating coziness.
Eileen went limp in his arms, but suddenly felt something and sharply pulled away.
Opening her eyes wide, she glanced at him, feeling the volume under her bottom.
Cesare's member clearly stood out through his trousers.
His eyes, slightly reddened from excitement, burned with desire.
But he undertook nothing.
Just continued holding Eileen.
*‘Why does he not satisfy his lust?’* Just as he’d given her pleasure, Eileen wanted to help him relieve tension.
Uncertainly she spoke:
"May I try?
I don't know how, but if you teach me..."
In fact, she hadn't the slightest idea.
Doubtful that her unskilled touches would be able to satisfy him.
But she anyway wanted to try.
She liked seeing how he enjoyed.
However, when she cautiously reached with a hand down, he grabbed her wrist.
"You again say dangerous things." Cesare squeezed her wrist as if restraining himself, but let go before it became painful to her.
"We are not yet married, Eileen."
Although that didn't stop him from touching her, licking, and even halfway inserting a finger.
But Cesare just played with her hand, distracting attention.
To the wordless question in her eyes he answered strangely:
"I don't want to frighten you." He smiled meaningfully, as if hiding something that could make her flee before the wedding.