Chapter 63 Do you like it when I use my hands on you?

Her voice was all raspy and soft, like she wasn't mad at him but more like she was just being a bit of a tease.
George's grin got wider, but his eyes got darker. It was tough for him to keep his semi-hard situation under control.

He took a deep breath, helped her over to the shower, and let her lean on him.
Then he grabbed the showerhead to rinse her off.
George aimed the water from the base of her neck down to her collarbones, one hand holding the showerhead, the other gently caressing her skin. His muscular frame wrapped around her from behind, almost completely covering her.

Ellie felt safe with him. She loved the feel of his big hands stroking and kneading her body, his rough fingertips and palms warm against her skin, sending little electric shocks through her, especially when he gently rubbed her breasts...

She let out a happy sigh, snuggling against his rock-hard chest like a spoiled cat. If only there wasn't something as solid as a brick wall pressing against her lower back...

"Are you falling asleep?" he asked, his fingers still gently massaging her breasts as her eyes started to close.
"I'm just tired," she mumbled lazily.

"Does it feel good when I touch you like this?"

"Mmm," Ellie murmured, half-asleep.

George took a step forward with her, hung up the showerhead, and used his free hand to support and hold her other breast, gently rubbing and caressing it. An electrifying tingle spread through her chest, and whether on purpose or not, his fingertips brushed against her nipple... It tickled...

George looked down and saw her nestled in his arms, her breathing getting uneven. He boldly played with her breast, molding the soft flesh into different shapes, and lightly teased the rosy nipple between his fingers.

"Mmm..." Ellie furrowed her brows and let out a soft moan, her overly sensitive little spot secreting more juices.
She raised her heavy eyelids and reached out to hold his hand, asking, "What are you doing?"

George didn't answer but instead asked, "How about this, feel good?"

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to..." The hardness pressing against her waist had already given him away.

"Heh..." George chuckled. "Think we can still go for it?"
Ellie pouted. "It's still tingling, and I'm so tired..."

"It won't be as tiring if we move to the bed."

Ellie turned her head to look at him. "You've already made up your mind, then why you ask me?"

George stayed quiet and let go of her left breast. His big hand slid down from her belly to the space between her legs, his fingertips rubbing against her still swollen clit.

"Mmm..." she trembled slightly, quickly clasping her legs together, but it didn't stop his fingers from finding her entrance.

"It's a bit swollen." But it was much better compared to that night.

He gently traced the contours there with his fingertips, feeling the frequency of her quivering entrance, from being cautious and afraid of hurting her one second, to suddenly inserting his middle finger when he sensed a different kind of slippery sensation, unlike water.

"Ha..." Ellie furrowed her brows and tightened her waist, clutching his arm with her small hand. "Aren't we going back to the bedroom?"

"Do you like it when I touch you with my fingers?" George lowered his head, whispering close to her ear.

Ellie never expected him to ask such a question, and the feeling of embarrassment that had just disappeared resurfaced.
She couldn't bring herself to answer, but her little hole uncontrollably tightened around his middle finger, secreting even hotter fluids. Her body had already given its answer. George leaned down, getting close to her ear, and said, "Should we try something else?"

"W-What?" she stammered.

"I heard it feels even better with a mouth..." His voice was husky, and his warm breath spiraled into her ear canal.

Ellie didn't know if it was ticklish or if it was due to his intoxicating presence... The words he whispered ignited a warm feeling in her heart, making her legs feel tingly and numb, with her tight little hole clenching even tighter.

She quickly turned her head to avoid his breath, shaking her head slightly. In truth... she was a bit curious, but who could bring themselves to actually say it? She didn't even have the courage to nod...

However, her rejection lacked any persuasiveness. Though she said no, her body was being honest.
George curled his lips but didn't say anything. He inserted his middle finger into her tight and narrow hole, stirring it a few times before pulling it out. He then turned off the water, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her back to the bedroom.