'Ah~' she could not help but cry out as a sweet paralysis spread through her body.
‘Hmm, does this make you feel good?'
Was it because he had taken the time to caress her breasts carefully?

Her nipples were now hard, begging to be touched and when he ran his hand over them a deep wave of pleasure gripped Iris and she grabbed the sheets in response.

‘Oh~no...please...ah~ stop~'

Ernest rubbed the red buds with the belly of his thumbs, the inescapable sensations swept through her and she gripped the sheets even tighter.

‘Don't lie to me, Iris, your waist is swaying.' he pointed out with a faint smile as he pulled up her nipples and rolled them between his fingers. Then he let go and his touch was feather light. Iris was at his mercy, tears filled her eyes.

‘Oh oh~ Er...nest...ah~

She wanted him to stop, but any action she took, seemed only incited Ernest's passion.

‘Calling my name is a foul.' he said his hot eyes burning though her.

‘Huh…'

Why was he just staring at her nipples? Just as she was wondering, he took a deep breath seemingly to bolster himself brought his face close to her chest, and took a hardened nipple in his mouth.

‘Ah~'

His warm mouth around her nipples produced an indescribably sweet numbness, Iris realised something flowed from between her legs. But Ernest did not stop, he sucked harder making the bud in his mouth harden even more,

‘So sweet, the body of a woman...no, I think it is just your body that is so sweet.'

‘What are you saying…ah!'

She didn't understand what he was saying, but he sounded happy out it, but at that moment Ernest pushed the hard nipple down with his tongue as though he was trying to taste the elasticity.

Even when she shook her head from side to side, no matter how hard she held the sheets, she could not mitigate the pleasure he was giving her.

‘Iris, do you think you made a good mistake?' he asked

‘It's not... the same ah~'

Even though she was trying to the deny it, she was aware that somewhere deep inside she did not dislike what he was doing to her.

Ernest laughed and continued to suck on one nipple while teasing the other with his nail.

‘Ya, ya a~a...I feel strange...' She felt like she was being driven mad, her head and body were aflame. There was an ache between her legs, so much so she rubbed her legs together unconsciously to ease it.

‘Iris, I will have all of you. From now on, the only person who can see you like this is me alone.'

He switched from one nipple to the other, and Iris was suddenly overcome by a mysterious feeling as though she had been thrown over the clouds.

She cried out.

She felt something warm and strange seep out from between her legs. What on earth was that? While trying to think but her brain was not working quite well, the handsome face that had become intimately familiar within a short time hovered over hers.

He kissed her. Iris unconsciously opened her mouth and let him in.

Their tongues entwined creating slick obscene sounds. He sucked on her tongue and licked her lips. But the warmth and soft stimulus made Iris feel good but also longing for something more.

His large hand stroked down her body, down to the light sprinkling of hair between her legs to the space between her legs.

‘Oh, you are wet.'

Why did he have to say these things out loud? She wondered. She turned away from him timidly.

Ernest gave a troubled sigh,

‘It's useless, you're just too arousing.'

‘What..?'

‘Your reactions are just too cute.'

She could not fathom what Ernest had said for a moment; cute was a word reserved for her sister. That word was not familiar to her; there was a surprise in her eyes. But she was both troubled and excited like a little rabbit.

‘Ernest…'

‘Is something the matter?'

‘Um, no…'

She didn't know why she had called his name. She thought it was because she was glad that he had called her cute. Iris became bashful and closed her eyes to avoid the source of her discomfiture.

Ernest kissed the closed lids and went back down to her chest, while his other hand parted her damp petals,
‘Oh! Oh my! Wait!'

‘That is impossible, I can't hold back anymore.' he said, as he took a breast in his mouth and his other hand scooped at the honey pouring out of her the moment he sucked on her breast.

‘Oh!' Something trembled inside her lower abdomen and shot through her body as he ran his finger up and down her petals. Her nipple was grazed with his teeth and pleasure caused her to pull at the sheets.

‘Iris, don't grab that.' Ernest said as he took her hand and entwined her hand in his. The connection made her embarrassed. She felt she would hold him so tightly she would leave marks in his hand.

Ernest looked at her hand as though he was looking at something precious.
‘Don't grab the sheets, you should hold on to me.'

‘But...but...ahn~'

His breath felt hot against her moist red bud, Iris could not control the undulations of her waist. She tightened her grip on his hand. Ernest smiled at that, and continued to trace the seam of her sex that was wet with her nectar. He pushed in and found the projection that sat atop her inner petals.

What did Ernest do?

She knew where he was touching but pleasure had come from a place that she had never touched before. It was too much; the wound up Iris tightened her grip on his hand,

‘Nn! Ah~ don't touch there…'

‘It's all right, I heard that any woman would enjoy it if you touch her here.' he said gently as he stroked the delicate hand in his with his thumb. Contrary to his gentle expression and tone, the fingers touching her sex were unforgiving.

He coated his finger with her nectar and rubbed the fluid on the engorged bud. A heat that should not possibly come from touching such a small part sprang up surprising Iris, she tried to get away.

‘Iris, don't run away. I'm still doing something pleasant.'

‘Ah but…!

Ernest sucked on her nipples teasing Iris who wanted to escape from too much pleasure. She was hit by a slight pain and more pleasure followed. She grasped his silver hair with her other hand. Ernest smiled at that, and continued to tease her flower core with his fingers. As he stroked in circles, the pleasure accumulated and more nectar poured from her.

‘Oh, no...no more…' she cried. Even when she shook her head in protest, she could not escape it. Her fingers gripped his hand and hair tighter. He continued to lave at her nipples as he teased her petals, and Iris' back began to arch,

‘Don't worry, let yourself go.'

She felt like she was drowning in a sea of sensuality. Ernest crushed her engorged bud under his finger, and behind Iris' eyes there was a flash and dazzling stars burst in her head making her tearful.

She was thankful for his warm hand holding hers as she sank into ecstasy for the first time, or she feared she would have drowned.