Chapter 60: "Don’t Ruin Her"
Aren blinked slowly, sensing the deeper meaning beneath his words even if she couldn’t fully grasp it.
She tried to imagine how anything could feel better than this.
She had already been closer to Caio than she had ever been to anyone, yet he continually seemed capable of showing her experiences she had never known existed.
"Um... can you tell me what I’m supposed to do?" she asked shyly. "I don’t really know yet. I might be very bad at it."
A tender smile touched his lips.
"You don’t have to do anything," he said softly. "Just let me. And if you want me to stop, I’ll stop immediately. You understand?"
Aren offered him a small, sincere smile — the one that never failed to affect him more deeply than he wanted to admit.
"Yes. I understand. Thank you for explaining."
Caio exhaled slowly through his nose, gathering what remained of his composure. Once his breathing had finally steadied, he reached up and carefully unfastened several buttons near the top of her silk shirt.
He parted the fabric just enough to reveal the delicate line of her collarbones and the smooth skin of her chest, leaving the shirt draped loosely over her shoulders.
The soft curves of her breasts were illuminated beneath the faint golden glow of the lamp, still concealed beneath the delicate fabric of her bra.
"Aren," he said softly. "I’m going to kiss you here."
"Here?"
She glanced down at her chest, hesitant.
"Both of them?"
A flicker of amusement crossed his face.
"Both of them."
After a brief pause, he added quietly,
"Without your bra."
Aren’t cheeks immediately warmed.
’That is... definitely more intimate than kissing.’
Still, she nodded.
"...Okay."
Smiling at her shy approval, Caio reached up and hooked a finger beneath the edge of her bra. Carefully, he drew the fabric downward until the soft curves hidden beneath were revealed to him.
The sudden chill of the air conditioner brushed against Aren’s skin, sending a shiver through her before he had even touched her again.
"Relax, Aren," he murmured, his voice softer as he leaned closer. "I only want to make you feel good."
With that, he closed the remaining distance.
His lips settled against the sensitive skin of her breast, his mouth closing around her nipple in a gentle suction that made Aren startle.
"Caio... ah—"
The soft sound nearly destroyed him.
He repeated the motion, slower this time, drawing another breathless moan out of her. Then another pull of his mouth against the tender flesh, drawing a sharper gasp from her lips.
"Hah—"
"Does it feel good, Aren?" he asked, tongue still lapping against her hard, pointed peak. His voice was low, deep enough that the words seemed to vibrate through the sensitive skin there.
The sensation sent a tremor through Aren’s body, mingling with an unfamiliar pleasure unlike anything she had experienced before. She searched desperately for the right words.
"It... feels strange," she admitted after a moment. "Not a bad strange."
A faint smile touched Caio’s lips.
"Good," he murmured. "Tell me if it becomes too much."
He took his time, moving with deliberate slowness as his mouth fully closed around her nipple once more. He sucked gently yet persistently, tongue circling the tip in a wet rhythm while his free hand grew bolder, continuing to tease and cup her other breast.
Soon, his thumb and forefinger found her neglected nipple, rolling it carefully between them until it tightened into an aching point beneath the warm glow of the room.
Little by little, Aren’s breathing changed, fracturing into uneven patterns. Caio felt them as keenly as if they were happening within his own body.
Soft, startled inhales.
Small, trembling exhales.
Each time he squeezed her breasts a little tighter, a tingling sensation traveled downward through her body, settling achingly between her legs.
When she shifted slightly on his thigh, she felt the skin between her legs grow damp, as though coated in something warm and impossibly slick.
Her fingers twitched helplessly at her sides, confused by the reactions her body was giving her. Unsure what to do with her hands, she curled them awkwardly into her palms.
Caio noticed immediately.
"Aren."
He looked up at her.
"You can touch my hair if you want."
Aren only hesitated briefly.
For a long time, she had wanted to touch his hair, curious about the softness of those dark strands.
Tentatively, she threaded her fingers through it. The moment he sucked more firmly at her nipple, those small fingers tightened before she could stop herself.
Every gentle tug sent a jolt straight through Caio, making his cock twitch painfully beneath his trousers.
When her back arched, pressing her more fully into his mouth, the urge to tear away the rest of her clothes and abandon every ounce of restraint surged through him so violently he had to stop and breathe through it.
’Slow down.’
’She’s never done this before.’
’She’s never felt any of this.’
’Don’t ruin her.’
Gradually, he worked his way upward, trailing warm kisses along her neck until his lips found the skin below her ear, pressing a softer, lingering kiss there instead.
Aren noticed the shift immediately. He was retreating, pulling away from the relentless attention he had been lavishing on her breasts.
Flustered, and desperate for more, she turned toward him.
"Caio?" she asked softly.
Caio didn’t answer right away.
He grazed his teeth along the line of her jaw, delivering a slow, maddening tease.
"I’m sorry," he murmured against her skin. "If I keep going... I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back."
Aren blinked.
"Hold yourself back?"
"I’m supposed to take things slow with you," he forced out. "The way this is going... I..."
He couldn’t bring himself to finish.
The rest remained trapped behind his teeth.
’I’m going to tear the rest of your clothes off and bend you over and tie you up against the bed frame and fuck you until you can’t walk properly anymore, and then I’m going to spend the rest of my life regretting that I rushed you.’
There was no world in which he could say those thoughts aloud.
Instead, he guided her mouth back to his and pressed a gentler kiss there. This time, the kiss was softer, gentler, accompanied by quiet words meant to soothe her disappointment.
"We did something new today."
A soft kiss against her nose.
"Every time we’re together like this..."
Another gentle peck against her lips.
"We’ll try something new."
A slow squeeze at her waist.
"Would you like that, Aren?"
By now, Aren’s face had become a deep shade of pink.
The pleasure he had drawn from her moments earlier still lingered, burning warmly beneath her skin, and somehow his tenderness only made the heat worse.
Despite the faint sense of loss she felt at his abrupt retreat — and despite her growing curiosity about what he might want to show her next time — she nodded quietly.
"Yes," she whispered. "I’d love that very much."
Leaning closer, she nibbled gently at his ear the same way he had teased hers earlier.
"...I can’t wait until next time."
The confession sent another brutal surge of desire through Caio. Before he could betray the promise he had just made, he caught her jaw and pressed his mouth against hers.
"You know exactly how to drive me completely insane, don’t you?"
Aren frowned against his lips, genuinely concerned.
"Is that a bad thing?"
A low, defeated groan escaped him.
"A terrible thing."
He kissed her again, this time with far less restraint. One large hand slid down the curve of her back, pulling her flush against him while his tongue slipped effortlessly into her welcoming mouth.
"In the best way possible," he murmured.
The kiss deepened from there, growing messier, slower, and far more consuming.
Aren didn’t quite understand how those two ideas could exist within the same sentence, but the assault of his mouth quickly scattered the last coherent threads of her thoughts.
Her eyes drifted closed.
Her body softened completely against his as her arms settled loosely around his broad shoulders.
She allowed herself to sink deeper into his urgent kisses, into the lingering way his hands roamed across her increasingly sensitive body.
By the time her thoughts dissolved entirely, the last thing she remembered was Caio holding her securely against his chest as she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
