Chapter 202: "Look At Me"

Without waiting for a protest, Caio eased her back onto the bed and settled between her thighs.

Two thick fingers slipped through her folds, finding her still slick and sensitive from the pleasure he’d given her earlier.

"Ah—"

Aren’s thighs drew together as he eased his fingers inside.

"Mm—Caio, please... easy."

Caio stopped immediately.

Whatever urgency had been driving him only moments before vanished beneath a concerned frown as he looked down at her.

"Still sensitive?"

"Yes."

She nodded repeatedly, squirming as the sensation spread through her. Yet, unwilling to make him wait any longer, she tried to endure it.

"But it’s okay," she breathed. "Please... do what you need to do."

Caio’s expression softened at once.

"It’s okay."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and withdrew his fingers slightly.

"Take as much time as you need. Just tell me when it feels better."

This time, when his fingers moved inside her again, he did so slowly, giving her body time to adjust to the sensation.

Aren moaned beneath each gentle stroke. Gradually, the lingering oversensitivity gave way to warmth, and before long, she could feel herself growing wet again.

"Mmm..." She smiled breathlessly against the crook of his neck. "...I think it’s better now."

"You’re sure?" He kissed her temple tenderly. "Don’t force yourself through it. I can wait."

"I’m sure." She nodded eagerly, and her legs gradually fell open on their own, silently inviting him closer. "Can you feel that I’m getting wetter down there again?"

A small smirk curved Caio’s lips.

Of course he’d felt every trace of warm wetness coating his fingers.

"I can," he withdrew his fingers and spread the moisture over her entrance. "That’s right, Aren. Keep your legs spread for me like that."

He finally positioned himself between her thighs and pressed the thick head of his cock against her entrance. The tip was red and swollen with impatience, glistening against the wetness coating her pussy.

Yet for all his impatience, an unexpected thread of nervousness still rippled through him.

He knew exactly what this body felt like.

He’d had this body countless times before, in every position imaginable, and yet, kneeling between her thighs now, he found himself strangely tense.

Perhaps because this time, it was Aren who lay sprawled before him.

He searched for her gaze.

"Hey."

His voice softened.

"Aren, look at me."

Aren lifted her gaze from where his cock nudged against her pussy and met his eyes.

"...Okay."

"Good girl." He smiled, teasing the tip of his cock slowly along her folds. "I’m going to push in now. Tell me if it hurts too much, and I’ll stop."

Aren nodded, her breathing growing heavier with anticipation. She tried to keep her eyes on his face, but curiosity inevitably pulled her gaze downward again.

The swollen head of his cock looked large enough to make her wonder, for one fleeting moment, how he was possibly going to fit inside her.

Still, knowing this body had experienced sex before made the prospect slightly less frightening.

’It’s okay.’

’Ariana’s body is used to this.’

’I’ll be okay.’

And yet, when Caio pressed forward and the tight ring of her entrance stretched around the head of his cock, the sudden pressure burned sharply enough to tear a gasp from her.

"Hah—Caio—"

Caio froze instantly.

"You okay?"

His hand moved to stroke her thigh, his concern unmistakable.

Aren’s eyes widened as she became aware of how abruptly full she felt.

"...Yes, but just... stay still for a moment."

Caio obeyed without hesitation.

His entire body locked rigid, a sheen of sweat gathering along his forehead from the effort of restraining himself.

"How does that feel?" he leaned down and kissed her tenderly, giving her time to adjust. "Too much?"

"Mm..." she pressed her lips together. "It doesn’t hurt now. It’s just... very intense."

"It’s okay, Aren," he pressed another reassuring kiss to her lips. "Just breathe. You’re holding me so perfectly."

Aren tried to follow his instructions, wrapping both legs around his waist as her body gradually relaxed around him.

Little by little, the discomfort faded.

The strange fullness became less overwhelming, until finally she felt herself loosen completely.

"Caio..." she murmured, a soft, slightly embarrassed laugh escaping her at how helpless she’d become over something so simple. "...I think I’m okay now."

"Good job, Aren."

His smile was full of relief, though his voice remained strained from holding himself still.

"Keep looking at me. Don’t look down."

His thumb caught her chin and tilted her face upward, brushing gently over her lower lip.

"I love you."

Aren’s face heated immediately.

Something about those three words — spoken while he was inside her, his eyes fixed so intently on hers — made the last of the tension leave her body.

She reached up with both hands, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

"...I love you too."

Caio smiled.

The satisfaction that crossed his face had little to do with sex itself.

He began sinking into her inch by inch, moving slowly enough for her to register every gradual change. When he finally bottomed out, both of them were trembling so badly that her nails dug into his skin.

"How does that feel?" he asked, never quite stopping the light kisses against her lips. "Good?"

"Mm—yes," she smiled shakily. "It feels... very full, but... very good."

He smirked against her lips.

"That’s a good way to put it."

Every instinct in his body demanded that he move, but he deliberately held himself back.

’No... not yet.’

’She’s ready, but don’t rush her.’

After a moment, however, Aren began to wonder why he wasn’t moving.

Eager to make him feel good as well, she experimentally rolled her hips, taking him a fraction deeper.

Squelch.

The movement caught Caio’s breath in his throat.

"Fuck—Aren..."

She immediately looked up at him, curiosity breaking through her hazy expression.

"Oh... wasn’t I supposed to do that?"

A breathless, half-disbelieving laugh escaped him.

"You were. It’s just..."

His eyes narrowed with amused disbelief.

"You’re adjusting fast, aren’t you?"

Now that he knew she was comfortable, he began rolling his hips in a slow, deep rhythm that drew a louder moan from Aren.

"Hah—hah... Caio."

He began fucking her properly, each measured thrust giving her time to discover the rhythm with him.

"Tell me if it’s too much."

"It’s... it’s not," she struggled to speak as each wave of pleasure rolled through her. "It’s... good. Very good."

That answer was all the permission he needed.

Caio tightened his hold on her and drove into her with deeper strokes, each movement drawing another broken sound from her lips.

"Caio... ah—" Aren’s moans grew louder, increasingly fractured by every thrust. "That feels... so intense..."

"It’s supposed to feel intense," a satisfied smirk touched his mouth. "...And it can get even better."

Without warning, he pulled her upright and settled her onto his lap without ever leaving her body.

Aren found herself fully seated on his cock, facing him. The sudden change in position tore a gasp from her, her arms winding around his shoulders as he thrust upward into her.

"Caio?!"

The new angle intensified everything.

Every upward thrust drove him deeper, striking a different place inside her and sending fresh waves of sensation coursing through her body.

"Caio—!" Her voice pitched sharply. "Hah... it’s so deep like this..."

"Too much?"

She shook her head quickly, cheeks flushed and breathing unsteady.

"Um... no. Faster. Please... a little faster."

Caio stared at her for a moment as though those words had personally challenged the last scraps of his restraint.

"God."

A breathless laugh escaped him.

"You asked for it."

This time, he fucked her without restraint, every last shred of control finally surrendering to the force of his desire.

One hand gripped her ass roughly, guiding her movements as he bounced her on his cock, while the other closed around her breast, squeezing and kneading it with desperate hunger.

Aren cried out as the sensations overwhelmed her from every direction.

"Hah... hah... ah... Caio."

She wrapped both arms tightly around his neck, clinging to him as she rolled her hips down to meet every hard thrust with equal urgency.

"I feel like—I feel like I’m about to—"

"I know," he growled against her neck, thrusting upward faster as his rhythm grew rougher and less controlled. "That’s it. Keep squeezing me like that. That’s it."

His palm came down hard against her ass.

Smack!

"Come on, Aren. Come on!"

Smack!

"Come hard for me. Now!"

The command shattered the last of her resistance.

Her orgasm crashed over her with such force that her entire body convulsed.

"Mmmm—hah—Caio!"

She locked both arms around him, trembling uncontrollably as pleasure tore through her. Her pussy clenched around him in tight, rhythmic pulses, each contraction dragging Caio closer to the edge with her.

Caio groaned as he watched her expression dissolve beneath the force of her pleasure.

"Good girl."

A crooked, unmistakably satisfied smile pulled at his lips.

"Fuck, I think I’m close..."

He continued fucking her through the lingering waves of her orgasm, but the relentless contractions of her pussy rapidly stripped away what little restraint he had left.

He couldn’t hold back much longer.

At the last possible moment, he pulled out and stroked himself rapidly, his breathing turning ragged as his body finally gave in.

Aren was still blinking through the haze of her orgasm when she felt the first hot burst spill across her stomach, warm semen streaking her flushed skin.

When she looked up at him, his face was drawn tight with pleasure, every muscle in his body taut as the final waves of his release tore through him.

"Hngh—fuck..."

He struggled to catch his breath.

"Aren... that was... that was..."

Words failed him completely.

A soft smile touched Aren’s lips. She reached up and cupped the side of his face, lovingly brushing the sweat from his skin.

"...That was good?"

Caio let out a breathless laugh.

"...Yeah, it was fucking amazing."

He looked at her, still trying to steady his breathing.

"...Did you like it? Was I too rough?"

Aren immediately pulled him closer. She kissed his hair, then his temple, then his lips, her hands gently stroking over his back.

"...That was so intense," she whispered. "But I loved it."

Caio laughed softly and buried his face against her neck.

Happiness surged through him so suddenly that, for several seconds, he genuinely didn’t know what to say.

’She loved it.’

’She actually loved it.’

The realization settled somewhere deep in his chest, warmer and more satisfying than the physical pleasure that had just torn through him.

When their breathing finally calmed, he gently lowered them onto the bed and gathered her close against him.

"You did so well."

Aren glanced up at him.

"You did most of the work."

"Uh-huh." He laughed, sounding entirely too pleased with himself. "But I assure you, I could do this every night."

Aren considered the matter with complete seriousness.

"This seems like an excessively strenuous exercise before bedtime. It might not be good for sleep."

"The exertion is exactly what helps you sleep," he claimed with absolute confidence. "Coming a lot is good for sleep too."

Aren frowned, trying to determine whether his claim had any legitimate scientific basis.

’Does that really make sense?’

Her thoughts wandered back to the nights when he’d fingered her to sleep and, inconveniently for her skepticism, how well she’d slept afterward.

’Perhaps there’s actually something to it.’

She was still contemplating the matter when she felt his hand suddenly slide between her legs again.

"Mmm... Caio?"

The moan had barely escaped her lips before he kissed her again.

"Wanna sleep well tonight?" he teased against her mouth. "I could help you sleep very well."

Aren stared at him as though he’d suddenly started speaking an alien language.

She had the distinct impression that his offer promised the exact opposite — a thoroughly sleepless night.

"...Does that involve a lot more exertion?"

Caio couldn’t help laughing.

He kissed her again, deeper this time.

"A lot more exertion..."

A knowing smirk curled across his lips.

"...but in different positions this time."