Aylin moved the hand she had placed on Caius's back to his front. Her hands shook and the intensity of pleasurable sensations coursing through her made it hard to focus on something as 'mundane' as undoing buttons. But the fact that it held close the barrier to direct contact to Caius's skin proved enough encouragement to steady her hand—at least a little bit.
When both sides of the shirt fell away, Aylin pushed her free hand inside, touching her fingers to Caiue's sides—his ribs, the underlying musculature—as she then pulled him closer and held on while his mouth continued his delectable work on her nipple.
Caius was very dedicated to his act of nipple-pleasing. Unlike the last time he had done this, he didn't have to hold himself back. He wasn't trying only to give her a taste and an incentive to 'behave'. Now, he did all this with a culmination in mind.
