Every Mafia's Favorite Girl

Chapter 69: "Make Me Feel Safe"

Caio waited no longer.

He couldn’t.

Every fiber of his being threatened to come undone at that timid, softly spoken "yes."

With painstaking restraint, terrified of frightening her, his trembling fingers slipped beneath the delicate strings of her silky panties. In one slow, careful motion, he eased both the panties and her pajama bottoms down together.

He watched as Aren lifted her hips, giving the fabric just enough room to slide over the curve of her waist. Every inch it traveled down her legs was a second he couldn’t breathe.

With a small flick of his wrist, both garments pooled forgotten on the floor. Unable to resist any longer, he shifted lower, gently pushing her pajama shirt up to her waist.

The instant he settled between her thighs and caught sight of her bare pussy, already glistening with the first signs of arousal, a deep groan escaped him.

"Fuck... look at you."

Aren lifted her head slightly, confused.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong," he said, rough and strained. "You’re perfect. Just... stay still for me."

With careful hands, he guided her thighs farther apart, muttering an inward prayer.

’Gracious Lord.’

’May I not screw this up for her.’

Slowly, carefully, he leaned in.

The first slow stroke of his tongue swept along her folds, making her hips twitch involuntarily.

The second, firmer than the first, ended with a gentle suck against her clit that tore a startled gasp from her lips.

"Ah— Caio... That’s..."

The sensation was unlike anything Aren had experienced before.

It reached deep into her nervous system, awakening something she had neither the knowledge nor the discipline to suppress.

Her mind desperately searched for something familiar to compare it to, yet she found none. It wasn’t pain, but its intensity made her chest tighten, vulnerable and helpless.

Caio paused only briefly, his warm breath ghosting over the inside of her thigh as he looked up at her.

"How does it feel, Aren?" he asked. "Tell me."

Aren’s fingers tightened around the sheets, struggling to put the feeling into words.

"Ah... it feels..." Her voice quivered. "...overwhelming."

She swallowed shakily.

"Like... an electric current. My body... it keeps wanting to move toward you."

A dark, unmistakable satisfaction settled across Caio’s chest at her honesty.

"That’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel," he murmured. "Just let it happen."

He lowered his head once more, lips brushing softly against her.

"Don’t fight it."

He took his time, exploring her patiently, learning every subtle reaction she offered him. Every shaky breath, every tiny tremor in her thighs, every involuntary roll of her hips.

Caio felt them all.

He memorized them. Used them.

When she grew noticeably wetter beneath him, he slowly eased one finger inside her, careful and deliberate, curling it gently while his tongue continued lavishing attention on her clit.

Squelch.

Aren’s hands balled tightly into the sheets at the sudden intrusion.

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She gasped for air.

"...feels very intense. I don’t know if... ah—"

"Breathe," he murmured softly against her.

Another slow kiss.

"Let it happen."

Another.

"I’ve got you."

A second finger joined the first, moving with slow thrusts. His mouth sealed around her clit once again, drawing waves after waves of pleasure from her.

Squish.

Squelch.

The soft, uncertain sounds escaping Aren gradually melted into trembling whimpers.

As wonderful as it felt, she could sense something enormous building inside her. Something she had absolutely no control over.

’What’s going on?’

’This feels... too good.’

’But... I keep making weird noises.’

Almost without realizing it, her hips began rocking gently against his face. freёwebnovel.com

At the same time, panic stirred inside her. The mounting pleasure felt dangerously close to overflowing.

Her instinct was to stop it, but Caio felt it immediately.

He felt the subtle tension spreading through her body.

Felt her trying to hold herself back.

More than that, he felt the delicate fluttering of her walls wrapped around his fingers, tightening with every slow thrust.

His free hand settled firmly against her lower stomach, gently holding her in place as he slightly increased his pace.

"Don’t fight it, Aren," he rasped. "You’re close."

Another careful thrust.

"Just let go."

"Mmm... but, I—"

He placed a soft kiss against her clit.

"It’s okay, Aren."

His voice wrapped around her like reassurance itself.

"Just feel it."

There was almost desperation there.

"Feel me."

Those softly spoken words dissolved the last thread of Aren’s resistance. Her back arched sharply as she surrendered completely, doing exactly as he had asked.

Trying only to feel him.

"Mmmm... Caio... aaah—"

The words gradually melted into higher, more broken moans as her first orgasm started surging through her.

Caio felt it instantly. Felt how she tightened warmly around his fingers.

’Fuck.’

’Yes, Aren.’

’Come for me.’

His fingers moved faster.

Needier.

Pumping with a steadier rhythm than before.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

"Ah... Caio—haaah..."

His tongue never once abandoned her clit.

The suction grew firmer.

The rhythm messier.

"Nnn... please..."

When her thighs began trembling violently around his head, he knew exactly what was coming.

"Aren—"

His voice broke on a ragged breath.

"Come for me."

The final rhythm of his fingers shattered what little control she had left.

"Hahh—ah!"

Splurt!

Aren came.

A warm rush of liquid spilled from her, pleasure and heat crashing through her all at once.

She couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t do anything except letting go completely.

Caio accepted every trembling release without hesitation, savoring the gush he had drawn from her like a man dying of thirst.

Slurp.

Even through the lingering haze, she could still feel him gently guiding her through the fading waves.

Soft kisses found the inside of her thigh before wandering across her skin, lingering near her clit just enough to prolong the final tremors without overwhelming her.

Only after he felt the last faint shudder pass through her body did he finally withdraw his fingers, slowing every movement with patient care.

"You did well, Aren," he whispered, his voice low, softened by a quiet satisfaction.

Without wasting another second, he moved back up beside her, carefully pulling her silk shirt back down to cover her. His arm wrapped around her, drawing her against his chest as though she were something infinitely precious.

Still breathing hard, Aren could do little more than bury her face against his neck.

"I..." she whispered, utterly mortified. "I made a lot of noise. I’m... very sorry."

Yet despite all her embarrassment, only a quiet chuckle answered her.

"You were supposed to make a lot of noise," Caio said softly.

He continued pressing gentle kisses into her hair while one broad hand traced slow, comforting paths up and down her back.

Aren peeked up at him, hopeful despite her lingering embarrassment.

"I can... make noise?"

Another warm, amused laugh escaped Caio.

"You can make as much noise for me as you want," he said, pressing another kiss to the tip of her nose. "Don’t ever apologize for that."

Heat flooded Aren all over again.

’I just lost complete control of this body.’

’I almost choked him with my thighs.’

’And yet... he didn’t hate me for it.’

She looked quietly into his eyes.

’He makes me feel... safe.’

"Then..." she asked hesitantly. "What about... you?"

Her gaze drifted downward. Toward the unmistakable hardness resting against her thigh.

"Can I... make you feel good too?"

Caio froze instantly.

’Oh God.’

’Not now, Aren.’

He knew she had felt it.

She couldn’t possibly have missed it.

His cock was painfully hard, pressed insistently against her, every part of him screaming for release.

With careful restraint, he shifted his hips slightly away from her. His fingertips resumed tracing slow, soothing circles across her back, silently distracting her.

"I told you," he managed. "One thing at a time. No skipping ahead."

Aren frowned.

"But... that doesn’t feel fair. I didn’t do anything for you."

Caio let out a soft laugh, feeling himself melt despite the rock-hard problem in his pants.

"You want to do something for me?" he asked gently. "Sleep now. I’ve stolen enough of your sleep already."

The answer wasn’t the one Aren had hoped for. Unfortunately, exhaustion had seeped into every part of her body.

Without another protest, she nestled closer against him, burying her face in his chest.

"...Okay," she said. "But there’s one thing I have to tell you."

"What thing?"

"Don Gian called this morning. I’m meeting him this Sunday."

Caio looked down at her, all traces of amusement gone.

"And you agreed?"

"Yes."

"To talk about the ice cream?"

"Well..." She looked away shyly. "Yes. But also... I feel like seeing him is a good idea. Would you let me?"

A small, indulgent smile softened his expression.

"If only you told me everything else this straightforwardly."

Before she could decipher the meaning behind those words, he continued in a gentler voice.

"Would you need me to come with you? I could move a few things around my schedule."

"It’s fine," Aren smiled. "I’ve spoken to him before. I can go alone."

Caio considered her answer for several moments, then gave a quiet nod.

"I’ll brief you about House Lombardi thoroughly before Sunday."

"Thank you, Caio," she murmured against his chest. "I think I’ll fall asleep soon... I’m feeling very sleepy."

A low chuckle rumbled against her hair.

"Then sleep, Aren."

It took only minutes.

Her breathing gradually deepened, becoming slow and even as every ounce of tension melted from her body.

Caio remained awake.

Long after she had drifted off, he continued staring silently at the far wall, his lips resting against her hair.

The erection still trapped inside his trousers remained a massive problem, but it was nothing compared to the dark thoughts circling relentlessly through his mind — thoughts born from the notebook he had found earlier.

’The Marchetti Trials.’

’The Castellano Club.’

’God knows what else.’

A quiet sigh escaped him as he pulled the warm, sleeping woman in his arms just a little closer.

’What am I supposed to do to keep you?’