Chapter 9: Apologies for the pain

George's voice echoed through the room as his waist and hips moved vigorously like a pile driver.

After thrusting deeply and forcefully into the depths a few more times, he released himself with a powerful climax.

The pleasure of ejaculation tensed George's muscles, causing his well-built thighs and arms to bulge, and his veins to throb.

He held his breath until the last drop of semen squeezed out from the tip, then took a deep breath and exhaled, opening his eyes to look at the woman beneath him.

She was panting heavily, her body trembling lightly. Her tight little orifice continued to contract around his penis, soft and hot.

He dared not linger any longer, quickly withdrawing his still firm member from her tight little passage.

As the flesh separated, a soft sound of "pop" escaped, and the previously trapped moisture was also drawn out, flowing slowly along the dilated entrance.

"Mmm..." Ellie frowned and let out a soft moan, involuntarily tightening her little slit.

But the passage, which had just been ravaged by his large member, seemed unable to clench as tightly as before.

It felt as if something were still there, tingling...

George let go of her legs, leaned closer to her face, and his thumb gently wiped away the tear at the corner of her eye.

"I'm sorry for hurting you."

"..." It didn't actually hurt, but Ellie still couldn't bring herself to say it.

After all, why would she cry if it didn't hurt?

The answer inevitably boiled down to one thing—crying from pleasure...

She couldn't express it, so she could only take a breath, gently shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

"I'll get some tissues for you."

"...Okay."

George rolled off her and moved to the edge of the bed. He removed the condom, tied it in a knot, and threw it into the trash.

He then took a tissue and moved back to the bed to help her clean up.

Every time they reached this stage, Ellie felt particularly embarrassed. Even though they could only see each other's outlines in the darkness, her face still burned.

George knew she felt uncomfortable, so he helped her clean up as quickly as possible. After handing her the pajamas, he turned his back to her and used two tissues to clean himself.

Both of them tidied themselves up hastily, put on their clothes, and lay down.

Unlike before, this time George turned towards her, his arm lightly wrapped around her waist...

"Is this too hot?" he asked.

It was a scorching day, and they were close to each other. He was much hotter than her. How could it not be hot?

However, Ellie simply replied softly with two words.

"It's okay."

Seeing that 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 the breath behind her gradually become light, long, and even. George had fallen asleep, but she couldn't sleep.

The air still carried that blush-inducing and exhilarating scent. She snuggled closer to him, thinking of the dream she had when she slept on the couch earlier.

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

Ellie indulged in her wandering thoughts, unknowingly...

Ellie was awakened not by an alarm clock, but by George calling her to wake up.

He not only cleaned up the trash in the room, but also went downstairs to buy breakfast, waiting for her to get up and freshen up so they could eat together before he drove her to work.

With George, Ellie couldn't find a single fault besides his busy work schedule and frequent business trips.

He was tall and handsome, and treated her well.

As long as he was home, she never had to do any housework. He even washed her underwear and cooked delicious meals.

As for her job at the Cultural Heritage Bureau, there was no need to worry about unemployment, plus she was highly valued by her superiors.

Of course, George's frequent business trips were also because he was highly valued by his superiors.

Back when they first got married, Ellie thought it was a good thing that he was so valued by his superiors, but now she was starting to think differently.

George turned the steering wheel and parked the car by the kindergarten entrance.

As he turned his head, he saw Ellie gazing out the window, lost in thought.