Chapter 43 Breaking the Ice

They'd been together forever, but Ellie still felt a bit bashful. After all, rubbing ointment on each other was new territory, especially since they used to keep the lights off during their special moments...

She climbed onto the bed and peeked at George, who was hanging out by the edge. Noticing her awkwardness, he didn't stare right at her but kinda turned his head towards the dresser.

Ellie let out a tiny sigh, carefully unbuttoned her pants, and set them aside before lying down. But something felt off. She couldn't shake it. She glanced over at George, the one with the ointment, and it hit her...

Why did she feel like a patient waiting for a doctor after stripping down?

Just then, George, who had noticed Ellie lying down, turned to face her. Their eyes locked...

His look was different, darker than before. Ellie's heart did a little flip, and she quickly looked away.
But what she saw was the same scene as last night by the bathroom door. The fabric of his light grey trousers was all bunched up, forming a noticeable bulge...

Realizing she had caught him, George got all flustered and quickly blurted out, "Uh... This is just a normal, uh, physiological thing."

Ellie was stunned for a second, then burst out laughing. "Why are you in such a rush to explain?"

"I was worried you might get the wrong idea."

"About what?" Ellie pressed.

"..."

George clammed up, realizing he had just dug himself into a deeper hole.

Trying to stifle her giggles, Ellie spread her legs a bit and bent her knees, a move that made George's breath catch in his throat.

"What are you waiting for? Aren't you gonna put on the ointment?" Ellie didn't know what had come over her, but seeing him all flustered made her initial nerves and embarrassment vanish, replaced by a weird sense of ease.

George gripped the tube of ointment tightly and awkwardly climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Her fair, smooth skin was almost blinding.

When he caught sight of her delicate entrance, his throat went dry.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Ellie, lying flat, could see it all. She found it inexplicably sexy, and her heart started racing while a tingling sensation spread through her lower abdomen...
Despite the intense pain, something weird was happening to her.
Her folds clenched involuntarily, almost like they knew someone was watching. The reddened lips of her entrance opened and closed a couple of times, brushing against each other, glistening with a hint of moisture, almost like they were inviting...

"It's still swollen," George said, trying to keep it together. But his voice came out rough and strained.

"I know, I felt it when I washed up earlier."

Her words painted vivid pictures in George's mind—Ellie's fingers touching and stroking her own little spot. His already hard cock throbbed with anticipation.

Damn!

He furrowed his brows and quickly shifted his gaze, twisting off the lid of the ointment.

Ellie could easily sense his restraint and suppression. She knew this kind of self-control all too well, having experienced it for years...

This feeling had always been like a thorn in her throat, something she wanted to break free from...

In the past, she had always felt too embarrassed. He didn't make the first move, and she didn't have the guts to express herself, so she just settled for it.

But now, she didn't want to settle anymore. She preferred the George from last night, the one who lost control for her...

"George."

"Hmm?"

"We've been married for six years."

George's hand paused slightly.

"But sometimes I still feel like we're so distant."
George's heart tightened, and he set the opened lid aside. "Blame me, always running around... but I won't anymore, I..."

"That's not what I meant."

George's hand paused again, lifting his eyes to look at her. Ellie's face flushed slightly, and she turned her head a bit.

"I... I meant... We can be more natural, no need to be so deliberate..."

How could George not get what she was saying? He took a deep breath and exhaled, letting his whole body relax.

"It's not that I don't want to be more natural, I'm just afraid you can't handle it."

"We can give it a try. If it doesn't work... there are other ways too..."

Before Ellie could finish her sentence, George was already struggling to keep his cool. His wife had her pants off and legs spread right in front of him, dropping all kinds of hints. Who could resist that?

The blood in his veins started to boil. George squeezed out some ointment and applied it to his fingertips.

"Let's get this ointment on first. If it doesn't hurt, then we can proceed."

Was this guy for real? She had said such embarrassing stuff out loud, but he didn't make a move?

Feeling a bit rejected, Ellie turned her flushed face away, but then she felt his fingertips touch her little spot. It was cool, but his fingers were warm, creating a strange sensation. "Hmm..." She knitted her brows and let out a soft moan, her legs trembling lightly.

Her stimulated little spot clenched tightly twice in response.