Chapter 77 I'll help you...
Ellie sensed that George was probably going to take a cold shower to cool down, and indeed, that's what he did. But the effect for Ellie was opposite.
Ever since she entered the bathroom, her mind was continuously filled with images of last night when he took her... Her blood began to heat up, rushing to her lower abdomen, and her sex swelled with desire...
Frowning, he tightly clenched the remote control in his hand and absentmindedly threw it on the couch as he stood up, ready to go back to his room and change his clothes.
He wanted to find something to do, to distract himself, but upon returning to his room and seeing the bed that had just been changed, his daydreams instantly multiplied.
His already restless sex suddenly grew firm, which left George feeling frustrated...
When Ellie finished washing and came out with her hair still wet, she saw George sitting on the couch smoking, and she was slightly taken aback.
"Um... I'll go smoke on the balcony," he said, getting up.
Ellie found it amusing. "You're so nervous. You even have to go to the balcony to smoke. How are you going to explain this to my dad in the future?"
Realizing that his behavior did seem problematic, George suddenly felt embarrassed and sat back down.
After being together for so long, Ellie was not an innocent girl and naturally noticed that something was off with him.
Subconsciously, she glanced at his lower abdomen and saw a prominent bulge in his pajama bottoms.
It was obvious that he was aroused...
This quick glance made George even more embarrassed, and he immediately leaned forward, coughing awkwardly.
"Cough... Why are you standing there?"
Ellie quickly averted her gaze, her face feeling a little warm. She continued to dry her hair while making her way towards the couch.
She swore! She truly didn't mean to see that; she realized she was already looking by the time she regained her senses!
"Oh, by the way, where did you get the cigarettes?" Ellie tried to divert the topic, feeling somewhat curious.
Although George smoked occasionally, he rarely did so. He only smoked a couple when they went to her parents' house for dinner, as her father would offer him a few. He never carried cigarettes with him.
"Oh, these were given to me by the deputy captain when I went to the Criminal Investigation Department a few days ago," George explained, shifting slightly to put some distance between them, as if trying to create some space.
Ellie also chose to sit on the other side of the couch armrest and asked, "They gave you cigarettes?"
"No, I mean, I wanted to smoke so I asked them for a few," he replied.
"I see."
Perhaps sensing the awkwardness of this conversation, after Ellie made an "oh" sound, they both fell silent. But as the atmosphere quieted down, it became even more eerie...
This kind of eerie atmosphere was not good and easily prompted various thoughts. Both George and Ellie were affected.
The scenes of him making her feel both pleasure and agony flashed through Ellie's mind. Her lower abdomen and thighs felt a tingling sensation, and even her recently treated and still cool entrance felt sore and uncontrollably contracted...
Ellie couldn't help but feel some disbelief towards her own body. It didn't feel like her anymore. George, who couldn't hold back, took a drag from his cigarette, extinguished it, and stood up.
"Um, I'm going to take a shower."
Ellie's hand, which was drying her hair, paused for a moment before she softly responded, "Okay."
Not very good, after all, there are traces of what she has done everywhere here...
The only thing worth celebrating is that although the impulse in his heart cannot be suppressed, his physical reaction has indeed subsided. At least it is no longer hard, which relieved him.
After all, her little hole was messed up by him last night, so there is no way to do it again. In the future, he can't lose control like last night, he needs to restrain himself...
George thinks well, but he ignores the fact that after eating meat, who would still want to drink soup?
Some things cannot be restrained or controlled just by thinking. If they could, then one wouldn't be a human, but a god.
Ellie also knows that she is uncomfortable, so after he finished showering and came out of the bathroom, he tried to avoid her as much as possible. When his hair was dry, he said he wanted to go to sleep first.
"Alright, I'll watch TV," George also understood her good intentions and nodded.
Ellie didn't say anything, she smiled at him and went back to the room.
However, as soon as she laid down, her mind was filled with him sitting in the living room outside, as well as the appearance of being kneaded and fucked by him last night.
The body also remembers, that kind of intense pleasure that feels like dying passes through the body like an electric current, and then disappears in an instant, making the tip of the heart hot.
Her already swollen little hole contracts again for a moment, squeezing out a thin stream of heat.
She quickly shook her head and turned over, exhaling a breath. But not long after, her mind started to wander again...
However, this kind of restless thinking did not last too long. Her physical exhaustion made her quickly become drowsy, and George in the living room lit a cigarette and walked to the balcony, looking down at the black car parked downstairs.
He tried to divert his attention and think about something important, but all his efforts were wasted when he returned to the room and looked at her.
The scent of the shampoo gently surrounded his breath, and he sighed silently, turning sideways and reaching out to tidy up her messy hair on the pillow.
Then, he uncontrollably brushed her slightly dry lips.
Ellie, who was already sleeping restlessly, only felt her lips itching. Her eyebrows frowned slightly, and just as George was about to withdraw his hand, her eyes opened...
"Um... I'm sorry for waking you up," he said apologetically.
Ellie blinked at him and turned to face him. "I feel like we're strange."
"Strange? In what way?"
"We're usually fine, but at certain times, we become polite and deliberate."
"...Yes, I've also noticed that, and it seems like the problem is... with me."
"If I don't want to, I will refuse. You don't have to be so cautious," she said, shifting her gaze downwards, and indeed, she saw the fabric in his crotch bulging.
George knew where she was looking, and his body knew it too. Just as if his cock sensed her gaze, the veins attached to the shaft swelled for a moment and twitched.
His breathing faltered, and his dry throat rolled. "Whether you refuse or not, I can't control myself, so I instinctively avoid it."
Ellie lightly pursed her lips and slowly moved her gaze back to his well-defined face. The sense of restraint between his brows was something she used to like, even being a bit infatuated with it. It had a kind of celibacy...
However, now she likes it when he loses control of himself, especially when he does it, it feels very sexy...
"I'll help you..." her voice was very low, trembling, and her cheeks were a bit red.