As Eileen considered the possibility of rejection, a wave of hesitation washed over her. She recalled a time when she had suggested pleasuring him orally, only to be sharply reprimanded for her boldness.
But this time, Cesare didn't scold her. Instead, he smiled again, his expression soft yet teasing.
"There's nothing to teach, really."
His words left Eileen momentarily adrift. Everything new she had ever learned, she had learned from Cesare. If he claimed there was nothing left to teach her, it felt as though she had lost her way entirely. Her fingers twitched nervously against his chest.
'I don't even know where to put my hands right now…'
The awkwardness of her uncertainty hung in the air. Sensing her discomfort, Cesare gently guided her hands, placing them on his taut abdomen. Her palms met his warm, slightly damp skin, and the firm muscles beneath flexed at her touch. She tentatively lifted her hips, her movements slow and hesitant.
