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

Her voice was not only hoarse but also weak and soft, sounding more like she was not blaming him but like she was acting spoiled.

The smile at the corner of George's lips grew stronger, but his gaze darkened. It was difficult for his semi-soft member to not react.

He took a deep breath and supported her to walk to the showerhead, letting her lean against him, and then he took off the showerhead to help her rinse off.

George raised the showerhead with one hand and sprayed it down from the base of her neck towards her collarbones.

With the other hand, he gently caressed her skin, his muscular body enveloping her from behind, almost completely covering her.

Ellie felt safe with him.

She thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of his large hands stroking and kneading her body, the rough fingertips and palms with a gritty texture, warm and grazing against her skin, creating a delicate tingling sensation like an electric shock, especially when he gently rubbed her breasts...

She let out a content sigh, nuzzling against his rock-hard chest like a pampered cat.

If only there wasn't something as hard as a wall pressed against her lower back...

"Are you falling asleep?" he asked as her eyes were nearly closing, his fingers gently massaging her breasts.

"I'm just tired," she replied lazily.

"Does this feel good when I caress you like this?"

"Mmm," Ellie responded in a drowsy voice.

George took a step forward with her, hanging up the showerhead, freeing up his hand to support and hold her other breast in his palm, softly rubbing and caressing it.

An electrifying tingling sensation began to spread through her chest, and whether it was intentional or not, his fingertips brushed against her nipple... It tickled...

George lowered his gaze and saw her nestled in his arms, her breathing gradually becoming uneven. He boldly played with her breast, molding the soft flesh into various shapes, and lightly teased the rosy nipple between his fingertips.

"Mmm..." Ellie furrowed her brows and let out a slight moan, her overly sensitive little hole secreting more juices.

She raised her heavy eyelids and reached out to hold his hand, asking, "What are you doing?"

George did not answer, but instead asked, "Does it feel good like this?"

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

"Heh..." George chuckled. "Can we still do it?"

Ellie pouted. "It's still tingling, and I'm so tired..."

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

"... "

Ellie turned her head to look at him. "You've already made up your mind, haven't you?"

George remained silent and released her left breast. His big hand slid down from her belly to the space between her legs, his fingertips rubbing against her still swollen clitoris.

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

"Do you like it when I touch you with my hand?" 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, approaching 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 with her mouth, 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 room.