Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 60

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.

’Slow down.’

’She’s never done this before.’

’She’s never felt any of this.’

’Don’t ruin her.’

’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.’

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