That hardness pressing against her made it impossible to ignore, sending a wave of heat through her body... Before Arthur could say a word, Ashley bit down on her lip, her cheeks burning hot. Then, with a burst of courage, she leaned in and whispered against his ear, "I am willing to do it." The second she said it, her embarrassment took over. She ducked her head, hiding her flushed face against his broad chest. Arthur stiffened, completely stunned. Her voice had been so quiet, barely more than a breath. But he had caught every single word. A rush of joy exploded inside him, flooding his heart and mind. His voice wavered with excitement as he stammered, "Y-You mean it?" Ashley’s face was burning red, so flushed it looked like she might start melting. When Arthur, still in shock, blurted out his question, her blush deepened until it was almost unbearable. But even so, she gave the tiniest nod. It was so small, so subtle that anyone else would’ve missed it entirely. But Arthur? His whole world was focused on her. And the second he caught it, all restraint flew out the window. With zero hesitation, he swept her up into his arms. Ashley let out a soft gasp, startled, but her instinct kicked in. Her delicate arms wrapped around his neck, holding on tight. Arthur threw his head back and laughed—a deep, booming, full-bodied laugh. "Hahaha!" He had never, never felt this kind of happiness before. Pure, electrifying excitement shot through his veins. Still holding her close, he carried her straight toward the bedroom. He might not have had hands-on experience, but he had definitely seen how things worked. Arthur was feeling confident. He laid Ashley down gently, then immediately got to work trying to undo her clothes. But after struggling for what felt like an eternity, he still couldn’t figure it out.In the end, Ashley, her face burning hot, had to undo them herself. The moment the fabric slipped down, smooth, snowy skin was exposed in front of him. Arthur’s breath caught—damn. His gaze locked onto the soft, perfect curves. His eyes darkened. Then, all at once, he dove in. Ashley shuddered, her body trembling from the sensation. She bit down on her lip, trying to stifle any sounds. Arthur might have been new to this, but instincts took over fast. No—he had done his homework. He had some experience in theory. "Ah—" Ashley gasped, a sharp twinge of pain slipping through. Tears welled up in her eyes. Arthur's heart clenched. He kissed away the small droplets, his voice deep and tender. "I’ll be gentle." Morning arrived with warm sunlight spilling through the window, bathing the two of them in a soft golden glow. Arthur’s eyes fluttered open. The first thing he saw was Ashley’s delicate face, illuminated by the morning light. She was curled up in his arms, her features relaxed in sleep. She looked so peaceful, so soft. Her long lashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks, her lips were swollen from last night’s kisses, and her smooth skin was now dotted with faint marks of their passion. Arthur’s chest tightened with a bit of guilt as he remembered just how intense things had gotten—and the way she had pleaded with him. But then his eyes landed on her lips again, and he couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and pressed another kiss against them. Ashley stirred, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Arthur’s face, impossibly close. In an instant, flashes of last night came flooding back. Her entire face turned crimson. Arthur saw her wake up and smiled. "Morning. Feeling sore?" Ashley lay there like a limp noodle, her body aching as if a truck had run her over. Even moving a finger felt like too much effort. She shot him a glare, half annoyed, half embarrassed. "Hmph! You greedy brute! My whole body hurts. You're awful!" Arthur couldn't help but chuckle. "Hahaha!""And you dare to laugh?" Noticing that Ashley was actually getting mad, Arthur quickly cleared his throat, trying to suppress his amusement. "Alright, alright, I’ll be nice. Want me to massage you?" Ashley, too drained to argue, flopped onto the bed, her voice muffled. "Mmm... sure." A slow, mischievous smirk spread across Arthur's face. Her skin was soft and smooth, impossible to resist. The more he touched, the more he wanted. Arthur actually followed through with the massage. His technique wasn’t the most refined, but his strong hands kneading her back worked wonders in easing her soreness. Ashley let out a soft, pleased sigh. Then, just as Arthur’s hands moved lower, she let out another tiny, breathy sound. And that was all it took. The fire inside Arthur roared back to life. Her curves weren’t just tempting from the front. That perfect shape, smooth and round, was just as irresistible from behind. She was a goddess. The hunger he had barely tamed from the night before surged back with full force. By the time Ashley sensed the shift in him, it was already too late. Arthur had gone over twenty years starving. One night? Nowhere near enough. Leaning in, his lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "Ashley, are you ready for round two?"