Chapter 180: Touching the Deepest Part

Iris watched Johannes’s face turn increasingly red with fascination as she laid his body down on the bed and lay on her side as well.

As her hand moved faster and faster, Johannes’s head tilted back, shaking as if it might fall off.

When he buried his face in the sheets, letting out a low moan, Iris unconsciously swallowed.

Johannes looked incredibly sexy, feeling with his own hand.

‘How can anyone make such an indecent expression?’

Iris’s hand moved even faster.

She gripped his manhood firmly, stroking downward, then up again as if to pull him out; Johannes’s thick eyebrows twitched.

He placed his hand over the one Iris used to pleasure him, moaning as he did so.

“Ah, hng. Iris, ah….”

They say even a beautiful face looks pretty when frowning. The handsome Johannes still looked dashing even when he frowned.

Maybe it was more attractive because it was a face only she could see.

Watching his reactions, Iris couldn’t help but smile, but when Johannes turned his gaze to her, she quickly averted her eyes.

Then she sat up.

It was fun to see how Johannes responded, and she wanted to touch him more eagerly.

She remembered a technique she’d seen somewhere and rolled his scrotum gently in her hand.

She shook his hard shaft up and down, occasionally pressing firmly on the glans with her thumb.

When that seemed not enough, she was about to increase the speed of her strokes, but Johannes gasped as if he was about to lose his breath, gripping her small hand tightly.

“Wait! Iris, stop… hng.”

“Oh, Johannes. Just a little more and… huh.”

With that, Johannes shook his head and pulled her small hand away from his manhood.

He did enjoy Iris’s touch, but he didn’t want to end like this.

He already knew something much more blissful and wonderful than a hand.

He couldn’t bring himself to say he wanted to become one with Iris; he just breathed heavily.

Meanwhile, Iris opened and closed her now-empty hand, feeling regretful.

She had wanted to see Johannes reach climax from her handiwork, but it seemed his thoughts were different.

But thinking it over, it would be a waste to spill that precious seed into the air.

She’d need every last drop inside her.

She placed a finger on her lips, her eyes rounding in thought.

“Hmm, if you don’t like my hand, how about this?”

“Gasp….”

Sweeping aside her sweat-soaked, lemon-colored hair, Iris smiled meaningfully and climbed onto his abs.

Everything happened so quickly that Johannes inhaled sharply.

Iris, watching him intently, reached back and gripped his erection, which was pointing up at the ceiling.

Johannes, who had regained his composure, blushed again as her hand took hold of him.

“Ugh, Iris.”

“This time, I want to be on top.”

“Mm….”

Johannes gave a small nod and brought both hands to his chest.

His obedient posture, so at odds with his large build, was incredibly endearing.

Iris, a smile at her lips, lifted her hips.

She lowered herself, pinning the large shaft beneath her.

Johannes’s neatly placed hands twitched in surprise at her unexpected action.

Iris slowly rubbed her hips up and down, stimulating him; Johannes’s eyes became clouded with desire.

“Ah, hoo….”

“Mm, hng.”

With her palms pressed to his firm abs, she gently rolled her hips.

After a few slow movements, the places where their bodies met grew hot.

Iris felt the area between her legs grow wet with her own arousal.

It wasn’t just the act itself; she’d been a little excited from the moment she began stimulating Johannes.

Catching her breath, she leaned her upper body forward.

Almost lying on top of him, every movement of her hips made her large breasts graze Johannes’s hands.

“Ha, Iris.”

“Mm, ah….”

At the moment her erect nipples brushed his hands a couple of times, Johannes grasped her full breasts with both hands.

He lifted his head and took a breast into his mouth.

His hot tongue flicked over her skin, lips sucking with a soft, wet sound.

“Ah, hng….”

Unable to endure the pleasure, Iris, moaning with delight, lifted her hips.

His hard, upright shaft stood tall, begging to be let inside.

Holding his member, she carefully positioned it below her.

With his size, this position might be too much—but she wanted to try at least once.

It might hurt at first, but she felt sure it would be amazing once she got used to it.

As the glans rubbed against her wet inner flesh, Johannes shuddered at the sensation and released her breast from his mouth.

After a long suck, her nipple was swollen, and a sticky silver thread stretched between it and his lips before breaking.

With hazy eyes, he stared at where Iris was about to take him in.

Watching his manhood rubbing against her secret place was already so stimulating.

He wondered what it would be like to see himself entering her so openly.

His throat bobbed, and he couldn’t take his eyes off the place between her legs.

But was it really all right to do it in this position?

He liked it, but just a moment ago, Iris seemed to be in a lot of pain during penetration.

She had seemed to enjoy it once she got used to it, but that was in the standard position.

His face showed a mix of anticipation and worry.

“It’ll hurt if you do it on top….”

“Hmm, you think so? But I want to try. If it hurts too much, we can change positions… right?”

Could her small body really handle it?

Right now, Johannes had only just lost his virginity.

He was like a chick just hatched from the egg, full of curiosity.

He was excited about trying a new position, but he worried more about Iris than about his own pleasure.

He worried about her body, and about the possibility that, if she felt pain in this position, she might lose affection for him.

There were plenty of other positions to try.

He was about to suggest another one.

“Still… ugh, ah.”

But before he could finish, his brow furrowed.

A wave of bliss spread through his core.

It felt as if his length were being sucked into her hot, wet place.

With narrowed eyes, he looked down and saw himself half-buried in her.

“Iris… hng.”

A hot breath escaped Johannes’s lips.

If Iris could handle it, there was no reason to stop her.

This position gave him a clear, shameless view of Iris’s entrance as she took him in, and he found that rather appealing.

“Ah.”

Iris frowned, lowering her hips further, and Johannes entered her even more deeply.

She trembled, hands pressed to his abs.

If she relaxed and sat down too quickly, she feared the hard shaft would go somewhere it shouldn’t.

But she figured she’d get used to it as they went on.

Lifting her hips cautiously, she almost drew out the veined shaft, leaving just the tip inside, then took a deep breath and lowered herself again, his aroused member pushing into her slick inner walls.

“Mm, hng.”

“Hoo….”

Even though their movements were slow, their bodies gradually heated up.

At first, it seemed like being on top would be too much, but as they continued, Iris’s body adjusted.

Still, it was much more stimulating than in the standard position, so she kept her movements slow.

Johannes, biting his lips, watched through hazy eyes as his member slid in and out of Iris’s entrance.

The thick, dark shaft thrust deep inside, only to emerge glistening again.

The sight was incredibly arousing, and the sensation inside Iris was blissful.

But because they moved so slowly, it became a kind of torture—so much stimulation, but no release.

When Johannes’s patience finally reached its limit, he suddenly grabbed Iris’s hips.

“Iris, ha, I can’t stand it. Please….”

“Hmm? Ah, ugh, Johannes, wait… hng!”

Before Iris could finish, she threw her head back.

Johannes had thrust up, driving himself deep into her.

As he struck her cervix, a sharp ache tingled from her fingertips to her toes.

She thought it would hurt too much, so she hadn’t fully taken him, but unexpectedly, it felt quite good—the pain was bearable, even pleasurable.

It almost seemed the slight pain made the pleasure greater.

Seeing her expression, Johannes stumbled through an apology.

“Sorry. It was just… too slow, I felt like I’d go mad.”

“Hah, ugh, wait, haah.”

But despite his apologetic look, his thrusts only grew more intense.

Truthfully, even as he apologized, he couldn’t help himself; Iris’s inner warmth felt too good, and he could instinctively read the pleasure on her face.