Ye Yang pulled her down, a fierce determination replacing the initial hesitation. If things had come to this, he was going to savour every moment with her.
He began kissing her neck, his teeth gently nipping at her skin, eliciting soft moans.
He could feel her breath quicken, heavy and ragged against his ear. Slowly, he descended, his lips trailing a path of fire across her chest, his hands kneading the fullness of her breasts.
He began with gentle squeezes, slowly increasing the pressure. The woman arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips as Ye Yang moved his lips across her breasts.
He continued to explore her breasts, his lips trailing across their peaks.
He gently squeezed, kneading the soft flesh, eliciting a series of gasps and moans from the woman beneath him.