Entering from beside the staircase, the bathroom was on the right, the bedroom on the left, and further in, a massive living room that was even bigger than the entire second floor of Scarlett's house.
Another door led to the study, a spot just for work, right in front of the bedroom.
The door in front of the bathroom opened up to a huge walk-in closet, packed with new seasonal clothes and a wall full of pricey handbags and high heels.
It looked super fancy, like the wall of handbags alone could probably buy Scarlett and Ryan's mansion.
Catherine was loaded, and it made me feel kinda small.
She was born into a rich family and inherited millions from the start. She never had to worry about anything and was always surrounded by love.
But me? I was ditched by my parents at birth, and at the orphanage, I had to toughen up to avoid getting bullied by the older kids, learning boxing and martial arts.
When I started elementary school, Ryan and I got adopted by a family, and I thought I’d finally get to experience a loving family life.
That dream lasted all of three days. My adoptive dad was always out chasing women at bars, and my adoptive mom was busy having affairs with her colleagues and boss.
Ryan and I had to take care of ourselves, cooking our own meals and getting to school on our own.
I even saw my adoptive dad bring his secretary home for sex when I was alone, and out of curiosity, I watched them through the door until they were done.
Most of the sexual positions I know now, I learned from my adoptive dad and his secretary.
Growing up in such a messed-up family, did I really deserve someone as amazing as Catherine?
Should I focus on building my career and achieving more before even thinking about marrying Catherine?
She was one of the best girls I knew, keeping her virginity for twenty years and not sacrificing her happiness for her family's interests.
Just for those reasons, she was better than most women around me.
I had to cherish Catherine and find a way to keep her with me.
At that moment, Catherine finished her shower and headed to the walk-in closet to change.
I followed her into the closet, leaning against the doorway with my arms crossed, lazily watching her change.
As she untied the towel, feeling my gaze, she instinctively looked towards the doorway.
She screamed and quickly wrapped the towel around herself.
"What are you scared of? I've seen it all before."
"But we're not having sex now!"
I raised an eyebrow, walked up to her, and whispered in her ear, "You're so adorable!"
"Stop teasing me! Get out, I need to change, or I'll miss my flight."
Catherine held the towel with one hand and pushed my shoulder with the other.
"How long will you be gone?" I asked, lightly kissing her nose.
"Two weeks."
Two weeks, how was I gonna survive that?
"Can you come back early?"
"No, this project is international and super important. It's been in the works for a long time, and I can't come back early."
"Okay, but two weeks is too long. If I can't have you for that long, my cock will suffer."
After saying that, I grabbed her hand and moved it towards my already hard cock.
Catherine was startled and tried to pull her hand back, but she couldn't resist. Her palm was forced to touch my cock, even through the thick towel, she could feel its warmth.
"Why don't you take a cold shower then?" she suggested.
"No way, what if I catch a cold? And you won't be here to take care of me."
Catherine looked conflicted. She didn't want me to hold back for too long either.
Every time I wanted it, she would try to cooperate, no matter what she was doing. Even if her skills were lacking, she always tried her best.
Seeing how considerate she was, I decided not to push her.
"Alright, let's do this. One last time before you leave, as compensation for your half-month business trip. And you have to video call me every day during your trip. No matter what I want to do in the video, you have to cooperate. When you come back, I'll make up for everything you owe me during this half month. How about that?"
This was our agreement.
After thinking for a while, Catherine said, "No, you take too long each time, and by the time you finish, I'll miss my flight. But I can agree to the rest."
Honestly, even if she didn't say it, I wouldn't have gone all the way. Her pussy was still too tender. I needed to do enough foreplay to make it comfortable and enjoyable for both of us.
If I went in without enough foreplay, it would hurt both of us, and she might even get hurt.
"Alright! I won't go all the way this time, just rub against your pussy like we did this morning."
As I said that, my hand slipped under her towel, between her legs, caressing her pussy.
After two rounds of penetration and one round of rubbing that night, her pussy had already been stretched by me.
Just a little touch and some vaginal fluid flowed out of her pussy.
Although it was much less compared to mature women, it was much better than the first time I had sex with her.
Catherine's breathing gradually became heavier, her hands unconsciously gripping my arm. In no time, there were nail marks on my arm, contrasting with my bulging, muscular arm, as if a delicate woman was being pleasured by me to the point of continuous moans, hands tightly gripping my arm, begging for mercy.
After her pussy became moist, her towel slipped off her body, and her round breasts swayed.
I held her buttocks with one hand, pressed against my body, and untied the towel around her waist, letting it fall to the ground. My cock stood erect between her legs.
I supported my cock and pushed it between Catherine's legs. As soon as my cock entered, Catherine couldn't help but tighten her legs, her hands tightly holding me to maintain her balance.
Throughout this time, I kept supporting my cock and thrusting it towards the entrance of her pussy, feeling the warmth of her pussy and the smoothness of her inner thighs.
After thrusting at the entrance of her pussy for ten minutes, I took a few steps forward, and my cock penetrated deeper between her legs, directly behind her buttocks, with the glans sticking out a bit.
With my hand supporting Catherine's buttocks, I slowly moved my fingers between her legs towards the position of her pussy. My fingertip pressed against the glans, rubbing against the flesh of her pussy back and forth.
Her pussy, moistened by vaginal fluid, became very slippery, causing my cock to slip every time it tried to enter as if it was destined not to let me in.