Chapter 200: "Please What, Aren?"

Both his hands slid to her hips, easing the denim down her legs until she could step out of it.

Before she’d even fully regained her balance, he was kissing her again — deep, possessive, and utterly distracting — while one hand slipped between her thighs.

Whatever he found there made him pause.

He drew back just enough to look at her, a dark, knowing smile slowly curving across his lips.

"Looks like you’re not very shy down here."

Aren’s face burned hotter.

The moment his fingers traced the shape of her clit, her thoughts had already begun to dissolve into a haze, and his teasing only made her embarrassment worse.

"...It’s because you’ve been teasing me so badly all this time."

The pout she gave him did absolutely nothing to make him relent.

If anything, he looked even more pleased by the admission.

Soon, his thumb pressed firmly against her clit through the damp fabric, moving in slow, deliberate circles that drew a helpless moan from her.

"Hm—mmm—"

That was exactly the sound he’d wanted to hear.

He pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers between her folds, finding her thoroughly soaked.

"You hear that?" he murmured, his voice low as he moved his fingers slowly, almost lazily. "That’s how wet you are right now."

When he eased his fingers into her entrance, pushing deeper, curling them gently, the wet sounds of her arousal filled the otherwise quiet kitchen, embarrassingly loud against the cozy surroundings.

Aren moaned with every slow thrust, her hips twitching involuntarily toward his hand.

"Mm... Caio, please..."

Yet, he refused to give her the rhythm she craved.

Instead, he continued at that maddeningly slow pace, watching every expression that crossed her face with quiet amusement.

"Please what, Aren?"

"Mm—"

She glared at him furiously.

He was doing it again.

He always made her say exactly what she wanted, as though watching her struggle through her own shyness were half the pleasure for him.

"Please..." her voice faltered, but she forced herself to continue. "Please... deeper. Touch me there like... like you often do."

She rolled her hips toward him, trying to coax more from his hand, yet he simply retreated, forcing her to chase the sensation.

"Uh-uh."

A smug smile touched his lips as he watched her gradually come undone beneath his touch.

"Not yet."

Before she could protest, he spun her around and bent her forward until her chest met the cool marble countertop.

"Ah—"

The sudden chill against her bare breasts made her nipples tighten instantly, drawing a sharp gasp from her throat.

"Caio—"

A rush of embarrassment swept through her as he slipped her panties down, leaving her suddenly aware of the position he’d put her in.

It left every intimate part of her completely exposed to him.

’Oh no...’

Her heart pounded harder.

’Oh no, no, no. This is new.’

’Too new!’

She wanted to protest.

She wanted to hide herself somehow.

Yet the words seemed to dissolve beneath the overwhelming awareness of his presence behind her.

The next thing she felt was his hands gripping her ass.

He spread her cheeks apart with both hands, opening her completely to his gaze.

Now, Aren couldn’t stay quiet any longer.

"Mmm... Caio... why are you..."

She could feel his eyes lingering over every exposed inch of her, and the awareness made her face burn even hotter.

"I... I feel very shy like this."

And yet, his answer was maddeningly casual.

"Mm. You shouldn’t."

His gaze darkened as it settled on her exposed folds and the tight little hole above them, both glistening from the attention he’d already given her.

"It looks pretty down here, Aren."

His lips curved into a satisfied smile.

"...So pretty that I need to take care of it properly."

With that, he lowered himself and buried his face between her thighs.

"Mmm... Caio!"

His tongue traced a long, slow path from her clit to her entrance, lingering right at the opening.

He fucked her with his tongue — slow, deep, filthy — curling and thrusting with deliberate strokes that made her cry out.

"Mmm... ah... Caio... ha... ah—!"

"Mm-hm."

His quiet hum vibrated against her, swallowing the words he couldn’t say.

’More, Aren.’

’Moan more for me.’

’Come completely undone for me.’

When her legs began trembling harder, he swapped his tongue with two fingers, driving in and out while his mouth sealed over her clit and sucked.

"Hah—"

Aren’s whole body shuddered against the counter.

She came hard, a loud, broken cry escaping her as her pussy clenched and pulsed around his fingers.

Caio felt the sudden tremor before she flooded against his face.

His mouth stayed locked against her, drinking in the hot, wet rush of her release.

"Mm, so sensitive today..."

He pressed a kiss there, his voice warm and teasing.

"Teased you a little too well, didn’t I?"

Aren could only pant against the cool marble.

"You... you’re so..."

She managed to turn her head enough to glare at him, her expression caught somewhere between satisfaction and pouty indignation.

"...you’re so naughty today."

"Ha ha—"

Caio laughed softly, finally straightening from the floor.

"Breathe now, cute thing," he murmured, stroking gently up and down her bare back. "I’ve got you."

Aren leaned more heavily against the counter beneath that soothing touch, her gaze lingering regretfully on the cider bottles at the other end.

"You’ve only got me completely distracted before I even got to finish my cider."

Caio laughed again, running his fingers through her damp hair.

"Shall I get you a new one?"

"...No need," she murmured shyly, already reaching for the bottle. "I like apple cider cold or warm."

At last, she pushed herself away from the marble and took a small sip.

She was so occupied with enjoying it that she didn’t notice the way Caio was still watching her, his eyes heavy and dark with intent.

She was still entirely naked, her breasts fully exposed, and she was still bent over the kitchen counter.

Apparently, the sight had done nothing to quell the desire still simmering beneath his composure.

He stepped closer, pressing himself firmly against her exposed pussy from behind, his cock already fully hard beneath the fabric of his pants.

"Aren."

Aren froze the moment she felt it.

Slowly, she turned her head toward him, the bottle still suspended near her mouth.

"...Uh... yes?"

"I want to make love to you tonight," he said, his voice an intimate murmur.

He pressed himself more firmly against her, rolling his hips in a slow, heavy rhythm as if showing her exactly what he wanted.

"Would you let me?"

Aren set the bottle down and stared at him.

"...You want to put a baby in me?"

"God—no."

Caio burst out laughing.

The sheer confusion on her face made it impossible for him to stop immediately. He turned his head and covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking as he struggled to regain his composure.

Aren only stared at him, growing increasingly bewildered.

It took several seconds before Caio finally managed to calm down.

"Not yet," he said, still fighting the remnants of his laughter. "I’d rather do that after I marry you."

And yet, his hand came down and traced teasingly over her belly, his voice dropping suggestively.

"Unless... you want me to?"

Aren finally realized how ridiculous her question must have sounded to him.

"...I think I’m very busy to have a baby right now," she murmured shyly, reaching for her cider again.

Caio nodded slowly, looking pleased with that answer.

"Just as I thought."

His hand moved to her waist instead, lingering there as he admired the way her ass pressed against him.

"Shall I take you to my room?" he asked, giving her ass a gentle squeeze. "Since you prefer the bed."

Aren’s cheeks flushed deeply.

"...Yes, please." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

She knew perfectly well what would be waiting for her there.