After two seconds of silence on the phone, Scarlett's voice finally squeezed out gently.
"Then hurry back."
She didn't explicitly refuse me! That means she has already agreed to my request!
My mood instantly soared, and my pace home went from fast walking to running.
Even with only three seconds left on the pedestrian crossing light, I dashed across.
I almost collided with a car and had to hit the brakes, with the driver even sticking their head out the window to curse at me.
But I paid no attention, feeling incredibly happy instead.
In my mind, all I could see was Scarlett waiting for me at home in sexy lingerie.
I knew being with Scarlett would make me this happy! I should have insisted on being with her from the start!
If the first time didn't work, I would force a second, a third time.
With my lovemaking skills, she would surely be conquered sooner or later.
Maybe she would even long to be with me.
What should have been a twenty-minute journey turned into five minutes of sprinting for me.
The first thing I did upon bursting through the door was to look for Scarlett.
She wasn't in the living room.
So, I rushed upstairs.
As I reached the second-floor landing, a faint light seeped through the master bedroom door crack.
I could hardly contain my excitement, my heart racing as I gasped for air, walking towards the bedroom door.
With trembling hands, I gently pushed the door open.
Scarlett was sitting on the bed, one leg stretched out straight.
She was putting on stockings, flesh-colored ones, only reaching up to her thighs.
She wore a short skirt on top, barely covering her thighs.
As she lifted her leg slightly, the skirt slid up, revealing a portion of her thigh and her round bottom.
Her upper body was covered by a flesh-colored lingerie, barely concealing her breasts.
Her nipples were clearly visible.
Seeing her round breasts snugly held by the lingerie, as if struggling to breathe, I felt a pang of sympathy for them.
What if her sweet, round nipples got flattened?
Scarlett saw me return and a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes.
"Why are you back so soon?"
"I couldn't wait to see you, so I ran all the way back."
My legs uncontrollably carried me into the room, and I locked the master bedroom door.
Watching Scarlett's enchanting figure, I felt my mouth go dry, my heart pounding as if it wanted to leap out of my chest.
I struggled to catch my breath as I approached the bed, placing my hand on her leg and slowly moving upwards until I reached her knee.
"Are you ready?"
"I am, but are you... aroused?"
Scarlett's voice was soft and cautious, as if afraid of hurting my feelings.
Little did she know, my sexual prowess was hundreds of times stronger than Ryan's.
Just the thought of her would make my cock uncontrollably hard.
"Wanna check?" I sat at the edge of the bed, grabbed her wrist, and placed her hand gently on my cock.
Her hand only touched it through my pants, but even that brief contact made her want to pull away.
I held her hand firmly, pressing it against my cock even harder.
"Mmm..." Scarlett let out a soft moan.
Knowing she couldn't escape, she obediently pressed her palm against my cock, feeling its hardness and heat.
"How is it? Hard enough?"
"It is... but why so fast?" She lowered her gaze, fixated on my cock.
"Because you're so sexy, so delicious." I leaned in and kissed her lips.
Overwhelmed by my intensity, she lost her balance and fell back onto the bed.
I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close.
As I lay on my side, her hand rested on my cock, moving up and down with my kisses.
My cock stood erect, almost bursting out of my underwear.
"Wife, take off my pants quickly, I can't hold it much longer."
I squeezed out the words between kisses, while my other hand guided Scarlett's hand to my belt.
I was wearing sweatpants after showering, tied with a drawstring. Scarlett just had to pull one end of the string to loosen it, allowing me to remove my pants.
But my cock was still trapped in my underwear.
Scarlett hesitantly touched my cock through my underwear, then recoiled in shock.
"So hot..."
"Don't worry, you've touched it before. Grab it and conquer my cock."
I coaxed her on, reaching between her legs.
Since her lingerie didn't cover her pussy, it was easy for me to touch her.
My fingers easily slid between her labia, stimulating her.
"Ah... don't... it's ticklish..." Scarlett couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, tightening her pussy.
It was difficult for my hand to move inside her pussy.
I could only rub her clitoris between my fingers, occasionally pinching it.
Moving a bit lower, I felt some slight wetness.
Scarlett was getting wet.
"Spread your legs, let me touch you properly. It's been a while since I've touched your pussy."
Scarlett didn't respond, instead passionately kissing me.
She was lost in our kiss.
But she also tried to meet my needs, spreading her legs and wrapping one around my waist.
This way, she could touch my cock and let me touch her pussy.
The sensation was incredible.
My other hand under her moved around, massaging her breasts through the lingerie.
For now, I could only feel her breasts through the fabric, squeezing them in my palm.
Scarlett's breasts were so large that I couldn't fully grasp them with my current position.
I could only hold half of them, treating them like soft balls, sometimes flattening them, sometimes cupping them in my hand.
The feeling was wonderful.
Scarlett's breathing grew deeper and heavier.
The room was filled with the sound of our intertwined breaths and the collision of our lips.
The ambiguous sounds heightened the atmosphere, and my cock grew several sizes.
Unable to resist, Scarlett slipped her hand into my underwear, directly rubbing my cock.
Her hand moved fast, up and down, rubbing vigorously.
A few drops of clear liquid oozed from my urethral opening.