Chapter 129 - Giving Her Pleasure (1/2)

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!MATURE PART!

Yao Ying watched her perky brėȧsts intensely. They were very beautiful and her alluring flower buds proudly stood out --- probably due to the slightly cold temperature. For him, they were the most beautiful things that he had ever seen and they were begging to be touched. ”Ling-er... so beautiful,” Yao Ying said truthfully. He truly admired them, besides... it was also the first time he saw woman's brėȧsts.

”Don't... don't tease me!” Yao Ling stuttered due to her embarrassment. She felt vulnerable because she was practically nȧkėd in front of him.

Yao Ying knew how nervous Yao Ling was, so he decided to ask one last time before he succumbed himself to his own ŀust, ”Can I touch them?” Yao Ying asked with eyes full of anticipation. He knew that she had probably already agreed to his advance, but he just needed to make sure that she also wanted this.

Yao Ling berated him inwardly, 'You already touched them!! Is there a need to keep asking my permission?! I already feel like dying due to embarrassment, so how does he want me to answer his question?!'

Yao Ling made a firm decision and with a sudden burst of power, she released herself from his grasp and she gripped both of her hands tightly. Without another word, she guided both of his hands to her plump twin peaks. While doing that, she actually shut both of her eyes tightly and her whole body was stiff. She was awkwardly giving him her permission while her whole body was trembling because of slight fear. She thought to herself, 'Is this good enough? Actions speak louder than words...'

Their hot breath mingled with each other along with their tangling tongues. His hands made her lost his mind as he kept kneading -- sometimes hard, sometimes soft. When his fingers started to ċȧrėss the budding flower buds and twirling them, Yao Ling could feel the electricity and it made her mȯȧn in pŀėȧsurė. ”Hmmm....”

Yao Ling was feeling bewildered because of the foreign feeling. ”Ying...” Yao Ling mȯȧnėd her husband's name desperately. Desperate of what? She didn't really understand, but she just wanted to get closer to him. She somehow needed him for something.

She clenched her tights, trying to relieve the burning sensation down there. The electricity that she felt due to his hands' movement flowed through her whole body and down to her sweetness down there. She mȯȧnėd once again. What did he do to her? The electricity made her feel intense pŀėȧsurė.

Yao Ling rested her head on the crook of Yao Ying's neck, trying to hold back her dėsɨrė. Both of Yao Ying's hands didn't stop kneading, but once in a while, he brushed his fingers on the flower buds. Yao Ying could see the ŀust in her eyes and he couldn't help but praise the 'yellow book' in his mind. Without the knowledge from the 'yellow book', he wouldn't know what to do to pŀėȧsurė her.

'Grandmother... I have to thank you!' Yao Ying thought excitedly. He didn't forget about the matriarch's merit.

Yao Ling gripped both of Yao Ying's upper arms tightly and her nails dug into his skin, but Yao Ying just ignored the pain. His focus was trying to give Yao Ling a pleasurable night. Yao Ying saw how her pinkish flower buds started to get more sėnsɨtɨvė and look oh-so-delicious.

He pushed her back a little bit because he wanted to taste her. Yao Ying wanted to know how sweet her taut twin peaks were. He dipped his head down and took the sweet temptation into his mouth. Yao Ling shuddered when she felt Yao Ying's wet tongue slowly licked her flower buds.

”Hmmm...” Yao Ling mȯȧnėd a bit louder. ”Ying...” She breathlessly called his name. The electrifying movement made Yao Ling lose her mind. Everything seemed so hazy --- only the pŀėȧsurė was real.

The more he twirled his tongue on her flower buds and made her whole body tingling, the wetter her sweetness down there. Something was aching down there and she could only tighten her thɨġhs, trying to ease her pain. Yao Ling could feel that her sweetness down there was truly soaked. She ġrȯȧnėd when she felt the way Yao Ying tortured her with pŀėȧsurė.

Yao Ying really enjoyed his feast... one moment he was suċkɨnġ her left flower bud and his other hand worked wonder by twisting and sometimes pinching the other flower bud softly. Yao Ling could only grip his arms and in the midst of the passion and pŀėȧsurė... she bit his right shoulder while holding back her mȯȧn. She did it out of instinct and Yao Ling didn't even realize she had bitten Yao Ying. She just needed to vent on something and his shoulder was the only thing available in front of her.

Yao Ying didn't dodge her bite, but instead... he kept attacking her flower buds more ruthlessly. ”Ling-er... you taste so sweet...” Yao Ying praised. ”Look at how rosy and swollen they are.” Although he was talking, he didn't stop doing what he had been doing all along.

Listening to his sweet nothing, she could only blush and she stopped biting him. She turned away, feeling shy. Yao Ying didn't allow her to be embarrassed and said, ”Don't be shy...”

Yao Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could she not shy? He... he touched and even licked her brėȧsts. It was an amazing experience but she still couldn't get past the embarrassment. She hid her face on the crook of his shoulder, but she yelped when Yao Ling pushed her so she could lie down on the bed. She landed in a thud and Yao Ling saw how Yao Ying looked at her body with intense ŀust.

Yao Ling blushed and it made her snowy white cheeks tinted with a hint of red, so alluring to Yao Ying who saw it. She once again tried to cover herself, but Yao Ying stubbornly didn't allow her to. ”We are already husband and wife. You should learn to get over your embarrassment...” Yao Ying still had the mood to joke, making Yao Ling pouted.

Yao Ying grinned at her pouty face and quickly kissed her lips once again. He knew she was going to retort him back, so before she made out any sounds... he decided to shut her mouth and enjoyed her lips. Yao Ling huffed inside her mind because he kept shutting her mouth this way. However, she knew that this method was quite effective.

'Well... she might as well enjoying this then...' Yao Ling thought inwardly.

While kissing her, Yao Ying kept thinking whether he could go further and roam his hand to her sweetness down there. Some of the 'yellow book' pictures came into his mind, but he didn't think that it was suitable for this time. He should just make her satisfied with playing with her upper part of her body. He recalled that they still had around seventy days left to their promised day. So, it would be wise of him if he enjoyed her bits by bits. A bit painful for him, but he was enjoying it.

After finally deciding that he would restraint himself, he started to concentrate on the task at hand. He started to find her neck and bit her soft spot, but he still had the decency to not leave any marks on her neck. Yao Ying knew that she would be embarrassed to death and probably wouldn't allow him to go near her once again. He shuddered at the thought of not touching her. She was simply his sweet addiction. Once he tasted her, he could never get enough of her.

His one hand was used to support his body, so he wouldn't crush her. His other hand? It was back to his conquest of touching her. His hand traced her neck, her collarbone, her upper brėȧst in a circular motion and it all heightened Yao Ling's sense to his touch. He decided to use only one finger and with that chosen finger... he traced the outline of her flower bud with a circular motion and the pŀėȧsurė was unbearable to Yao Ling. It made the tingling heightened and her sweetness down there became wetter -- she probably already soaked down there, but Yao Ling didn't even realize that herself. Her focus was solely on his finger and her own sėnsɨtɨvė flower bud.