My Favorite Smut Author Is My Husband! - Chapter 19
Ashulin’s jaw clenched with desire as Lily, not understanding his request to “lend her legs,” turned to look at him again. Unable to hold back any longer, Ashulin let out a rough breath and lifted her skirt.
“Hah…! Ah…?”
He gripped her b*****s again, which fit so perfectly in his hands, while with the other hand, he freed himself from his pants and moved closer to her. Though she had been tense, Lily was taken aback when she suddenly felt his manhood between her thighs.
“What… what is this?”
Of course, she wasn’t asking what his member was. She had an idea of what he was trying to do, but it didn’t seem like he was going to put it in. Unsure of what she was supposed to do, Lily tried to shift her body slightly.
“…Just stay still. I’ll handle everything.”
Ashulin, misunderstanding her movements as an attempt to escape, embraced her tightly from behind, burying his face into her neck and shoulders. Her warm, soft fragrance still lingered, and he wondered what it would be like to embrace her until her body was mixed with his scent, until she smelled sinful.
“Haa…”
But that was only a fantasy. For now, Ashulin merely thrust himself between her soft thighs, afraid to go any further. He rubbed against her inner thighs, unable to push himself into her.
“Is… is this right? Hah… is this how it’s supposed to be?” Lily, confused and flustered, asked repeatedly, trying to recall if novels had ever described something like this. Why wasn’t he inserting it? But Ashulin gave no answer, only biting her neck in response.
“Good… Lily… tighter, please…”
Since she didn’t know better, Lily decided to follow his lead, closing her thighs as tightly as she could, unsure of what else to do.
“Hah… ah…”
As she pressed her thighs together, the friction between them increased, his rough, thrusting motions rubbing against her already wet underwear. The soaked fabric clung tightly to her entrance, molding itself to the shape of his tip and s***t as he ground against her.
“Ah, Ashulin… It feels good. Ah, it feels so good.”
There was no sharp pain like when he had penetrated her. Only pleasure filled her as her legs grew weak, nearly collapsing under the weight of the sensation. But his strong hands gripped her hips tightly, lifting her slightly off the ground, preventing her from falling.
Lily, struggling to hold herself up with her arms, began to voice the pleasure she was feeling, without pretense. She probably didn’t realize how innocent and honest she looked at that moment.
His tip, unable to find its target, brushed against her entrance, still hidden beneath the thin fabric. In fact, it seemed as though her opening was greedily devouring him through the cloth, leaving a damp spot.
“Hah… ah!”
Ashulin briefly considered removing the thin barrier and entering her properly. But as Lily, overwhelmed by pleasure, swayed helplessly in his grip, she had no idea of his dark thoughts.
Through the fabric, her entrance twitched and tightened as though it were teasing him, and he wondered if she had already loosened up enough to take him in properly.
“Ah!”
But somehow, with immense self-control, Ashulin managed to finish between her thighs. Without making a sound, he bit down on her neck and let out a silent, animalistic breath as he reached his peak.
“Haa…”
“Ashulin…?”
Her thighs were hot, and her clothes felt sticky, but as Lily slowly regained her senses, she reached up to touch Ashulin’s damp hair, which was still pressed against the nape of her neck. Although he had been holding her tightly, it almost felt like he had been the one seeking comfort from her. As her hand brushed his hair, he lifted his head and ran his tongue across the bite mark he had left on her.
“I’m sorry, my wife. Did it hurt?”
It had hurt, of course, but Lily was puzzled by the satisfied look on Ashulin’s face as he apologized while looking at the mark on her neck. She shook her head, thinking it would ruin the moment to admit it, and since it hadn’t been unbearable, she figured it wasn’t exactly a lie.
“Not at all. Thank you for being considerate, Ashulin. It felt… really good.”
“…Lily. Please, don’t say that.”
“What?”
By now, Lily understood that Ashulin had deliberately avoided penetration, a method she hadn’t known existed. While it surprised her, it also helped ease the trauma from their first night together, when she had been overwhelmed by pain.
But Ashulin felt differently.
Seeing Lily, her back exposed and her thighs sticky with his seed, confessing that she had enjoyed it, stirred him again. He could feel himself harden at the sight of her innocence, completely unaware of the mess between her legs.
Taking a deep breath, Ashulin tried to calm himself as he looked at her once more.
“Oh no… I’ve ruined your dress, my wife.”
“You keep apologizing. You haven’t done anything wrong to me.”
Her tunic was a mess, as was the dress she had discarded, stained with an unknown liquid and crumpled beyond recognition. But since it wasn’t a formal gown, only everyday attire, and had no elaborate decorations, the maids would surely be able to fix it. And if not, it could always be replaced.
