*Warning - Mature scene*
Dropping a tickling peck on her forehead, Yating smiled and kissed her cheekbone too. His hands were at the either side of her head with his right hand's fingers entangling and playing around her silky hair and occasionally tickling her ear.
He buried his head in her neck, pressing his lips on it. He could see the red flush spreading down to her chest and felt the warmth that kissed his lips back. The mild tremors shook Chyou that made her clench his shirt with growing anticipation.
Her dress was already slid off till her shoulders and Yating slightly tugged it to push it down further. His soft, tender kisses continued down her neck till they reached her chest where even he could feel his throat going dry. The twin soft bulgings that were pushing themselves against him only added onto the chaos in his mind.
But he was also curious as to how they would feel in his palm. But at the same time he wanted to gauge Chyou's reaction. He threw a quick glance at her and in response to it, her face blushed hard.
"Why are y-you looking at me that way?" she stammered. "I know what's going on in your mind!"
"So do I have your permission?" He lightly pinched her cheek.
"Will you ask me this e-everytime?"
"It's safer to pause and double check rather than make it uncomfortable for you at any point. Also, weren't you so bold just now?" He raised his brow.
"I-I still am..." she coughed and tried to look strong.
"Cute," he bent and kissed her lips. "So do I have your permission?"
"Oof, yes, yes! Don't b-bother me with these questions anymore!" She sobbed.
Yating let out a soft chuckle and with a little hesitation at first, the tips of his fingers pressed on the top of her right breast. Then he slowly brought down his palm and ever so gently squeezed it.
The sensation made both of them equally dizzy. The touch of her breast against his palm was so soft that he didn't ever want to let go of this feeling. Chyou immediately felt a zap shuddering through her body and throwing her off her pace.
It was as if they were exploring into uncharted territories and discovering all forms of ecstasy this intimacy could take them. Their half disheveled clothes only served to stroke their sensitivity even higher.
Chyou was tempted to feel his chest too but her trembling hand could only clutch his shirt tighter and not take the courage to unbutton his shirt.
Yating slowly withdrew and huffed out of air just like her. He reached the peak of his orgasm a few minutes later too and they both collapsed, out of breath.
Chyou wondered internally if he wanted to go further and she blushed thinking about that. Though she didn't want to show it, Yating clearly read that question.
"Well, my naughty girlfriend who claims that she is not perverted."
"..."
"Making love is reserved for after marriage."
"Huh? Wait, what? Wait, seriously?" she threw him a dumbfounded and speechless look.
"I am a traditional man in that sense. Making out is fine but going any farther is a serious step for both of us physically, mentally and emotionally. So I strongly feel that we should cross that bridge after we become husband and wife," he nodded.
"You mean we have to wait till we get married?" She gasped.
"Yes."
"Tch..."
"Did you just click your tongue?" He was speechless.
"O-Of course not!" She averted her eyes and then sobbed as she hugged him. "It warms my heart so much that you think this way. Aish, you are a fine gentleman!"
"Uh huh..." his eyes narrowed. "You...you better not think of any tricks to seduce me."
Her lips twitched hard.
"You got to learn some shamelessness from Grandpa Hai."
"..."
He thought about the Liu family and kissed her forehead. "No thanks. I am fine the way I am."