Chapter 9 Apologies for the pain

George's voice bounced off the walls as he moved his hips like a jackhammer. After a few more deep, hard thrusts, he let go with a powerful climax.
The rush of pleasure made his muscles tense up, his thighs and arms bulging, veins popping.
He held his breath until the last drop of semen squeezed out, then took a deep breath and exhaled, opening his eyes to look at the woman beneath him.

She was panting hard, her body trembling. Her tight little orifice kept contracting around his still-hard member, soft and hot.
Not wanting to linger, he quickly pulled out of her tight little passage. As their flesh separated, a soft "pop" echoed, and the trapped moisture flowed out, slowly trickling along the dilated entrance.

"Mmm..." Ellie frowned and let out a soft moan, her little slit tightening involuntarily.
But after being ravaged by his large member, it seemed unable to clench as tightly as before.
It felt like something was still there, tingling...
George let go of her legs, leaned in close, and gently wiped away the tear at the corner of her eye with his thumb. "Sorry if I hurt you."

Ellie stayed silent. It didn't actually hurt, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. After all, why would she cry if it didn't hurt? The answer was simple—crying from pleasure... She couldn't say it, so she just took a breath and gently shook her head to show she was fine.

"I'll grab some tissues for you."

"...Okay."

George rolled off her and moved to the edge of the bed. He took off the condom, tied it up, and tossed it in the trash. Then he grabbed a tissue and came back to help her clean up.
Every time they got to this part, Ellie felt super embarrassed. Even though they could only see each other's outlines in the dark, her face still burned.

George knew she felt awkward, so he cleaned her up as quickly as he could. After handing her the pajamas, he turned his back to her and used a couple of tissues to clean himself up.
Both of them quickly tidied up, threw on their clothes, and lay down. Unlike before, this time George turned towards her, his arm lightly draped around her waist.

"Is this too hot?" he asked.

It was a scorching day, and they were close. He was way hotter than her. How could it not be hot? But Ellie just softly replied, "It's okay."

Seeing she didn't mind, George relaxed, letting go of the exhaustion from the past two months of running around. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Soon, Ellie felt his breath behind her become light, long, and even. George had fallen asleep, but she couldn't.
The air still carried that blush-inducing, exhilarating scent. She snuggled closer to him, thinking about the dream she had when she napped on the couch earlier.

In the dream, he wasn't as cautious and restrained. He even seemed more dominant. But weirdly, that made her feel... even closer to him than before...

Ellie let her mind wander, and before she knew it, she was asleep.
Ellie woke up not to an alarm clock, but to George calling her. He had already cleaned up the room and even went downstairs to grab breakfast, waiting for her to freshen up so they could eat together before he drove her to work.

With George, Ellie couldn't find a single fault, except for his crazy work schedule and constant business trips.
He was tall, handsome, and treated her like a queen. Whenever he was home, she never had to lift a finger. He even washed her underwear and cooked amazing meals.

His job at the Cultural Heritage Bureau was solid, no worries about getting laid off, and her bosses loved her. Of course, George's frequent business trips were because his bosses loved him too.
When they first got married, Ellie thought it was great that he was so valued at work, but now she was starting to feel differently.

George turned the steering wheel and parked the car by the kindergarten entrance. As he turned his head, he saw Ellie staring out the window, lost in thought.