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Eileen often saw dreams about Cesare.
Since he was the person about whom she thought most of all, Cesare quite often appeared in her dreams.
Dreams usually were realistic.
Mostly these were peaceful scenes—strolls with Cesare in the garden of the Imperial Palace or tea parties.
But while he was at war, nightmares became more frequent.
Most often she saw in dream that she received bad news.
Sometimes she simply saw how she impassively watched Cesare’s back.
When she woke from a dream where he was leaving and didn't turn around how much she might call him, her pillow was always wet from tears.
It was tormenting, but inevitable.
Eileen constantly thought of Cesare, therefore to see him in dream was completely natural.
However the thought that Cesare saw dreams about her seemed strange to her.
Especially a dream of living together in the brick house.
It was that family life of which Eileen dreamed.
Eileen wanted him to tell of his dreams a little more.
But Cesare, as usual, didn't set about spreading himself, but simply silently set about to caress her body.
His large hand slowly massaged her breast.
From tender touches her breath progressively participated.
Nipples slowly hardened, and Eileen clearly felt how they rose.
Soon a thumb pressed on the protruding nipple.
While Cesare bit and licked her neck, squeezing both nipples, Eileen quietly groaned.
"M-m-m..."
In the crotch it immediately became hot.
Eileen shrank.
She involuntarily arched her back, firmly squeezing hips.
As a result her pose became such as if she were putting her bottom to Cesare, who firmly hugged her from the back.
Having felt how his member pressed on her buttocks, she startle and tried to break out.
But Cesare immediately lowered one hand, having pressed it to the lower part of the stomach.
He pressed her with a large palm so she wouldn't flee, and continued to caress the breast.
"M-m, a, Cesare..."
Eileen too sharply felt his member at her back.
They were so tightly pressed to each other that she felt how it progressively heated and hardened.
From the realization that Cesare was excited by her, in the stomach a strange longing arose.
Memory of their first proximity surfaced of itself.
Of how his thick member roughly penetrated into her, and she, pressed by him, couldn't move and shouted.
Eileen always carefully preserved memories of moments spent with Cesare, and sometimes sorted them in memory.
But of the first night she tried not to think.
Because, remembering that day, she all burned as if someone had set fire to her.
Now heat again gripped her body.
Eileen's breath became even more frequent.
As if knowing what she wanted, the hand pressing her stomach spread the folds of clothes.
Cesare untied the ribbon on the skirt and penetrated inside the loosened belt.
When his fingers touched the panties, Eileen strongly startle and cried out.
"A-ah!"
Immediately her face and neck reddened.
Her loud groan clearly gave away how much she’d been waiting for the continuation of caresses.
And truly, Eileen desperately wanted this to continue.
So it was each time when Cesare touched her the last few days.
During the first night she cried from fear and pain, but now in her there was not a shadow of fear.
Only anticipation.
It was altogether the second proximity.
And she was already so open in her desires—how far this was from the modesty which was expected from a woman.
*‘What then to do...’* Her dissolute behavior was terrible.
It was necessary at least a little to restrain herself, but, scarcely did Cesare touch her, these thoughts vanished.
She only dully looked at him, desiring that he hurry.
Long fingers having played on the piano began slowly to rub her below.
Eileen tried at least a little to level breath, but it was not easy.
Cesare didn't even think of helping Eileen who was grunting and groaning.
He quietly smirked and pressed on the panties, pressing them to her crotch.
Fabric slightly pressed inside, and Eileen's body jerked.
His fingers through the thin fabric tenderly massaged the entrance.
Movements reminding of penetration were accompanied by pressing with the palm on the clitoris.
Her crotch involuntarily squeezed, striving to accept his fingers.
Eileen felt each movement with which her body greedily called the intruder.
From the surged heat her head set to spinning.
The pleasure of which she so thirsted was straight before her.
Her excited crotch continued to separate lubricant.
The panties got wet from the sticky liquid.
Cesare couldn't not know of this, for his fingers were separated from her by only thin fabric.
He deeper still pressed the sticky fabric of the panties into her vagina.
Then pulled them.
The lubricant stretched between her crotch and the fabric of the panties.
Cesare lead with a finger over the sodden delicate skin and asked: "When did you so get wet?"
Eileen firmly squeezed eyes.
It was so shameful to her that she wanted to flee, but then it would have become even worse.
Her body already burned from excitement.
*‘Today... today by all means...’* She wanted to feel discharge.
Each time, remembering the bright moment of orgasm, she had ached in the bottom of the stomach.
Eileen writhed under the hand caressing her crotch and answered:
"H-hy, a-ah, p-p-pardon."
"For what?"
"I am too..." Was it really these words that were coming out of her mouth?
Eileen, not believing in the reality of what was happening, whispered: "Want... want only this..."
"Speak more clearly, Eileen."
Eileen reddened up to the breast and even more quietly muttered: "Something... indecent..."
Finally having heard from Eileen an honest answer, Cesare, as if in praise, kissed her on the cheek.
Eileen quickly blinked, trying not to show how she liked this.
He abundantly lubricated fingers with her juice and began to rub the clitoris.
Caressing the already noticeably swollen clitoris, he again asked:
"How is it to you when I touch here?"
"M-m, good."
Cesare again kissed her on the cheek for the honest answer.
Even two times, smack-smack.
"When you finish, tell the husband.
Will you be able?" He said that it was necessary to be honest so that it would be good for both.
Eileen, who until now had been concerned if she wasn’t enjoying too much, hurriedly nodded.
Cesare's finger slowly entered into her.
Eileen wanted him to penetrate to the end, but Cesare introduced only one finger and asked: "Shall we try now?"
"Y-yes, w-want."
"Spread legs wider." Her resolution not to manifest too much lust turned out useless—scarcely did he mention orgasm as she immediately answered as if she’d been waiting for this.
She immediately spread legs wider so it would be more convenient for Cesare to penetrate into her.
Eileen's mind had already long ago flown away.
She, like a little animal, groaned and clutched at Cesare's muscular arm hugging her.
Even his strong muscular arms seemed to her sexual.
Eileen tried not to dig her nails into his skin.
Half of his finger entered into her to the end.
It was such a deep penetration that his palm touched her labia.
"Painful?"
"No, n-not a drop..." In the mouth so much saliva had accumulated as if before her stood tasty food.
Short exhales participated her breath.
Eileen arched her back and groaned.
In a half-delirium she tried to correspond to his requirement of "honesty".
"A-aa, Cesare, m-m, th-there is good." Then he began slowly to move the finger.
Entering and taking it out, he again required: "Continue, Eileen." He whispered to Eileen, having lost her head from pleasure: "Ah?
Be honest with the husband."