My Favorite Smut Author Is My Husband! - Chapter 32
“Huh… yes, huh?”
Lily, overwhelmed and exhausted from experiencing such intense pleasure for the first time, couldn’t fully understand the depths of his desires. Dazed, she only registered his request for a nod, and as she tilted her head, he embraced her once more.
“Huh!”
This time, he spread her hips with both hands, thrusting deeply, and began to move again. The sudden and sensitive stimulation made her moan helplessly.
As Lily lay on the carpeted floor, her breaths heavy and uneven, Ashulin lifted her legs, resting them over his shoulders, and moved with unrestrained passion. She was so aroused that the oil mingled with their movements, creating a soft, rhythmic sound. Ashulin could tell she was taking him comfortably, despite the intensity, without any signs of pain.
“Wait… ha, ah! Ashulin! My… my foot…!”
“No, Lily. Lily… I love you. Hah.”
Though there had been moments of discomfort, Lily now felt as if a new world was unfolding before her. Her body had just reached its peak, but the intense sensations continued to build, making her tremble under his steady rhythm.
Ashulin, holding her firmly, withdrew just enough to expose the tip before thrusting back to the root. The sight of her arching back, eyes wide in astonishment, filled him with satisfaction.
“Oh, what should I do… huh, ah! Aaah.”
“It’s okay. I told you, Lily.” Once, then twice more, he moved deeply. Lily flinched at the repeated, steady thrusts, and Ashulin, unable to resist, captured her soft lips in another kiss.
“You only need to feel my love.”
Though it had all started with her desperately seeking his affection, Lily found herself in a reversed situation, and all she could do now was nod fervently the moment he released her head.
Even then, she could feel her back arching and her hips trembling.
“Yes, I understand… haa, I understand. Ashul… ah! Mm!”
“No, wife, you still don’t understand.”
“No, I… aaah! Really, I… ahhh!”
“You must accept all of my love.”
Lily, making endlessly seductive sounds, heard the sound of herself being filled as she reached climax once again. But even after that peak, his thrusts didn’t stop, making her cry out as she reached out her arms.
“Please… please…”
With a voice that had grown hoarse, she clung to his broad back and pleaded. In response, a warm breath and a soft, tickling kiss landed on her nape.
“Ha… ngh, ah…”
“Phew… ha…”
She felt the sensation of his fully swollen member slowly pulling out of her, and shortly after, he poured a thick, warm liquid onto her thoroughly wet, sensitive body.
“…I love you, Lily. I still haven’t shown you all of my love.”
“No… please, no…”
Even though she barely had the strength to speak, Lily instinctively replied. She couldn’t take any more—she knew if they continued, she would lose herself entirely. She was already sprawled out, unable to gather herself, unaware of her own embarrassment.
By now, she could barely remember what had even led to this situation.
“Please…”
As Lily trembled under his persistent gaze, she pleaded softly. After a long moment, Ashulin finally closed his eyes tightly.
He knew he had gone too far. Any more, and it wouldn’t be about showing his love but rather about satisfying his own desires at her expense… Though, admittedly, it may have already crossed that line a bit.
“I’ll help you wash up, Lily.”
“Just… just washing, right?”
“…”
“Ashulin…”
“Yes. I’ll take care of you with utmost respect. Don’t worry.”
There was a brief silence, but, as always, Ashulin was the one to relent in the end.
He adjusted his own clothing, then retrieved a blanket he’d once used in the study to wrap around Lily as gently as possible before lifting her up.
“Ah.”
Even that small movement brought a soft, sweet sigh from her, but he knew it was truly time to stop.
“If you’re tired, you can close your eyes and rest, Lily.”
“No… it’s fine.”
And in that shared glance, both Ashulin and Lily realized that it was finally time to untangle the misunderstandings between them.
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*Splash*
“….”
“…It seems the water has cooled down. I’ll refill it…”
“It’s alright, Ashulin. It’s still warm.”
Ashulin and Lily both seemed on the verge of beginning a conversation, yet, as the water filled the bathtub and echoed through the spacious bathroom, their thoughts started to settle. Unlike just moments ago, when they’d been driven purely by instinct, now their minds wandered to all sorts of unnecessary worries.
And so, without exchanging a word, they settled into a quiet routine, with Ashulin gently washing Lily under the pretense of a bath.
“To keep your body from getting cold, I think it might be best if we return to the bedroom now.”
Using a remarkably soft sponge that he had somehow acquired, Ashulin lathered up bubbles and carefully washed Lily’s body, but in the end, he couldn’t break down the walls of his own feelings and relented.
After all, he felt that he’d already expressed his love for her with all of himself. Although he knew he still needed to clear up the misunderstanding about *that* novel, Lily looked so exhausted that it seemed best to postpone it for now.
“No. I’d like to stay a little longer… Ashulin, please join me.”
Lily was, in truth, on the verge of closing her eyes from sheer exhaustion. Her whole body ached, and she felt a lingering heat in a sensitive area, not to mention the dryness stinging her eyes from all the tears she’d shed. But even so, she didn’t back down. Instead, regretting how long she had delayed things, she looked up at Ashulin, who slowly climbed into the tub with her.
She reached out, touching his cheek, where a hint of surprise appeared. His large hand carefully covered hers.
“I’m sorry. What did I miss?”
There was no excuse for what had happened. Lily understood now that she had taken the first step into this tangled mess. She had rashly judged his love, becoming angry and pushing him away. Her head hung lower, and she felt tears threatening again, but she knew now wasn’t the time for that. Meeting Ashulin’s troubled gaze, she forced herself to hold steady and apologized sincerely.
