Chapter 110 - Their Intimate Moment (3) (1/2)

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!MATURE PART!

Yao Ying continued attacking Yao Ling's neck by nibbling and ŀɨċkɨnġ it in a circle pattern, making the latter started to lose her reasoning as well. They had been intimate for a few times --- even though they didn't go all the way, but Yao Ying already found every soft spot on her neck. He put his knowledge to his own advantage. Yao Ying wanted Yao Ling to lose her mind in their passion too because he also wanted Yao Ling to enjoy all of this.

”Ying... Don't... It's still bright outside. We can't...” Yao Ling murmured softly. Even though she was muddleheaded in passion, but the room was still quite bright and she was still conscious of the sound coming from the outside despite their passionate moment. She could hear the talking sounds of her courtyard's servants and the rustling sounds of their feet walking past their room. It made her more nervous because she was afraid that their intimate moment was known by others. Although what they did was legal, but still... it was too embarrassing!

Yao Ling was in a panic because of the lack of answer from Yao Ying, so she talked once again, ”Ying... hmmm... there are people outside... hmmm...” She mȯȧnėd through her talk because the man didn't stop tantalizing her sense.

”Don't worry! They won't know as long as you stop yourself for mȯȧning loudly. Can you do that?” Yao Ying asked smugly.

”But... how... mmmm...” Yao Ling mȯȧnėd once again. Before she could get another word out of her mouth, her naughty husband attacked her senses once again. He nibbled her ears and once in a while, he blew her ears with his hot breath, trying to mess up her mind. When she started to mȯȧn, he licked her ears softly.

”Ying...” She called his name desperately.

”Don't worry! It won't take long, Ling-er. Just let yourself go and enjoy the pŀėȧsurė,” Yao Ying answered her with a low hoarse voice. Indeed... he was already aroused to the point of no return and he knew... with a little bit of her touch, she could easily make him ċum. ”Move your hand...” Yao Ying demanded with a soft voice. He didn't want to scare her off with his demand.

Yao Ling started to move her hands up and down. ”Like this?” She asked him softly whether she did the right thing or not. She rubbed him through the thin fabric.

Being touched through the fabric, Yao Ying could feel the sėxuȧŀ gratification and he ġrȯȧnėd in ecstasy. ”Yes... yes... just like that.” Yao Ying encouraged Yao Ling. He enjoyed the feeling of her hand and it made him feel really good.

Yao Ying held her hand and tried to stop her movement for a little while. ”Stand up for a little while,” Yao Ying ordered sternly. Yao Ling raised up her buŧŧ and before she could fully stand up, Yao Ying held her still.

Yao Ying felt the fabric as a hindrance and he wanted to remove it. He pulled down his pants halfway to his knees in one swoop. He wanted to feel the magic of her hand directly --- flesh to flesh. After that, he adjusted her position and put her on his ŀȧp, but she didn't sit directly on his hardness. It wasn't the right time... yet. Yao Ying put her hand back to his hardness once again. Yao Ling could feel the tender flesh was in contrast with the way it stood up proudly. She felt her hand was being burned by the hot hardness and the feeling of his nȧkėd flesh was different.

Yao Ying once again dipped into her neck, trying to muffle the sound of his mȯȧn. After all, he knew that their servants were right outside the door. ”Move your hand again...” Yao Ying ordered Yao Ling to move her hand once again impatiently. ”Don't stop... hmm...” He mȯȧnėd to his gritted teeth, trying to lower his passionate voice. His breath was slightly hitched.

Yao Ling obediently followed his lead and moved her hands up and down leisurely. ”Put a little bit more pressure with your hand...” Yao Ying taught her how to please him.

Yao Ling did as she was told, but she was surprised by his reaction and quickly let his hardness go. ”Ouch... ouch... ouch... Ling-er! That's too much pressure!” Yao Ying said exasperatedly. Her pressure hurt his little Yao Ying. ”Tone it down... tone it down...” Yao Ying whisper-yelled at her. ”You will break my little Yao Ying!”

”Oops... I'm sorry,” Yao Ling said guiltily. The last time she did this, she just moved it up and down under his guidance. That was why when he didn't help her... she didn't know how much pressure she should apply to her movement. Well... at least, she is learning to do her best for him.

Yao Ling tried to pŀėȧsurė him by adjusting the pressure and speeds of her hand. When she didn't hear him complaining once again, Yao Ling understood that she did the right thing and he seemed to enjoy it. She mentally took note that this was the correct pressure to apply. Whenever she felt the twitch of his hardness, he would bite her neck a little bit harder than usual. After the twitch had passed, he would turn softer by ŀɨċkɨnġ or suċkɨnġ the place that he had just bitten. Somehow, it felt sensual to her and it made her mȯȧn get a little bit louder. She had to remind herself for a few times that there were people lurking outside of their chamber.

”Do you like it, Ying?” Yao Ling asked softly. She knew that she did it right, but she didn't know whether Yao Ying enjoyed it or not. She needed him to tell her, reassuring her that she enjoyed her hand movement.

”Hmmm... I like it a lot... No... not like it, but I love it,” Yao Ying answered her with uneven breath. His mind was full of the tingling sensation down there and how he enjoyed the movement of her hands. Up and down. Up and down.

”Rotate it for a little bit,” Yao Ying gave a little pointer to let him enjoy her hand more.

Yao Ling tried to cater to his needs. ”Like this?” She asked while her hand was slowly rotating his hardness. She didn't dare to put too much pressure when she was trying the new technique. Because she didn't feel sure about the correct movement, the speed of her hand was changing. Sometimes slowing down, sometimes faster. The various speeds of her hand movement made it more pleasurable to Yao Ying. A little bit sloppy but Yao Ying appreciated her effort.

”Oh, God!!” Yao Ying ġrȯȧnėd blissfully. ”Yes, that's it! You do it right,” Yao Ying praised Yao Ling wholeheartedly. ”Now...quicker... quicker...” He whisper-yelled at Yao Ling. When Yao Ling gave him a hand job, his hands were both gripping the edge of their bed. Her current hand movement made him almost ċum and he tried to hold on as long as he could.

He let go of the edge of the bed. One of his hand gripped her waist a bit tighter, trying to prevent her from moving. His other hand roamed around her body. He touched her nȧkėd back and made a slow circle seductively. Until he felt that it was unbearable, his hand moved into the front of her body. His hand slipped into her dudou and traced her nȧkėd flesh.

Yao Ying did this unconsciously. He was in too much pŀėȧsurė to understand his own movement. His mind was pretty much in a blur and he did everything based on his basic instinct. Yao Ling could feel his hand moving around inside of her dudou and every part that he touched leave a tingling after taste. Until he finally kneaded one of her brėȧsts, she felt more aroused and she felt that she was drenched down there. She was ashamed of her wanton reaction, but Yao Ying didn't give her enough time to think. She was purely feeling the carnal pŀėȧsurė.

Yao Ying softly pinched her soft bud, making her whole body shudder in pŀėȧsurė. 'God!' Yao Ling screamed inwardly. She didn't know that it could feel this good. Her sweetness down there was tingling with need and it got wetter. She mȯȧnėd a bit louder, ”Hmmmm...” At the last moment, she remembered to bite her own lips --- just to hold back her mȯȧn.