Chapter 44 Can't get in if you don't do it

The sight hit George like a freight train, and the memory of that tight little hole wrapped around him flashed in his mind, making his eyes water and his throat dry as a desert.

He sucked in a breath, pressing his fingertips against the swollen entrance and gently spreading the ointment. The coolness shot through the skin and into the flesh. "Hiss..." Ellie winced.

"Does it hurt?"

"No... just cold..." she whispered.

"Just cold, not painful?" He asked again, rubbing the ointment on her lips and massaging gently.

Ellie couldn't ignore the sensations—the chill of the ointment, the tingle from his fingers. She was scared she'd make a sound she couldn't control, so she clamped her lips shut and shook her head.

Seeing her shake her head, George pulled his hand back, squeezed more ointment onto his fingertips, and went back to her swollen entrance. But this time, instead of just rubbing around, he slipped his fingers into the small opening.

Ellie's eyes went wide, her body tensing up, almost crying out.

"Relax, it needs to be rubbed inside too, it's fine," he said, sliding his middle finger into the tight space and moving it around.
But the flesh there was even more tender and sensitive, and in an instant, a cool sensation seemed to spread through the entire passage...

"Mmm... it's too cold, stop it," Ellie whimpered, tightening up even more.

George wasn't about to pull his finger out, though. He kept going, slowly pushing further in. "Didn't you want to give it a try?" he asked in a husky voice.

'What does giving it a try have to do with rubbing medicine inside?' she thought, confused.

Sensing her doubts, George clenched his jaw and looked her in the eyes. "You might not know, but it's swollen inside too."

Wow, was it that serious? "I...I don't want to try anymore..."

"Even if you don't want to, the medicine still needs to be applied." He finally pulled his finger out, squeezed some more ointment, and aimed for the center of her thigh.

He wasn't lying; his finger could feel the swelling inside her.

But this time, Ellie protested. She clenched her butt and tried to close her legs, feeling that strange, uncomfortable coolness running through her.

Seeing her trying to escape, George used his free hand to hold her delicate calf and pressed her down onto the bed.

She couldn't move an inch...

"Why are you moving?"

"I don't want to apply it anymore..." She looked at him, shaking her head like a drum.
George sighed and grinned, "It's just putting on some medicine, no big deal. It's just cool, not painful."

He had no idea about the pain he was enduring, the throbbing ache in his own body...

Just cool? Did he have to make it sound so casual?

"You'll see once you try it," Ellie said.

"I'm not swollen."

??? Was she seriously talking about whether she was swollen or not? She... Ouch!

"Let go, I really don't want to do this, or try it." Ellie was pissed, raising her other leg and kicking him in the chest.

Seeing she still had the strength to kick, George knew she was really fine. He chuckled and pressed down on her.

With Ellie's little strength, how could she possibly match George? Her knees were easily pinned back, her legs almost touching her chest.

"Oh... don't press, my legs are sore..."

George didn't say anything, just looked at her slightly pained face with a dark gaze. Her expression now was exactly the same as last night when he had her...

With that thought, his finger once again reached into her thigh, and his middle finger, covered in ointment, pressed against her opening. With a slight twist of his wrist, his whole finger slid inside.

"Ah..." Ellie trembled lightly, moaning.

George lowered his head and lightly brushed his lips against hers, whispering three husky words,
"I'll stay with you."

"What... what do you mean... ah..."
Ellie hadn't yet grasped the meaning behind his words, but George, with his finger coated in ointment, began to stir up the soft flesh behind her opening. It was completely different from the gentle probing when he applied the medicine earlier; it was even somewhat rough...

Her opening became achingly swollen and even colder. Her small hand pressed against his shoulders, "You, um... don't..."

"Not doing it will make it difficult to enter."

Only now did Ellie understand the meaning of his "I'll stay with you." Although there wasn't a single explicit word, it still exuded an indescribable sensuality...

A tingling warmth flowed through her heart, her lower abdomen tingled, and the throbbing hole that he was stirring and teasing expelled a large gush of wetness.

George's eyes darkened as he felt it, and he withdrew his middle finger, joining it with his index finger before thrusting them back in, instantly widening the tight entrance even more.

"It's swelling... Mmm..."

"Relax, you're already wet," he said, pressing the base of his fingers against the entrance, wanting to penetrate deeper.

He remembered last night when he had her, every time he accidentally hit a certain spot inside, she would moan particularly wantonly.

However, he was too excited last night, without that self-control to tease her, only wanting to take her vigorously.