As soon as we hit the bed, we both flopped down on it together.
I was eager to get my hands on Scarlett's ample breasts.
I used my mouth to nibble through the thin fabric of her bra.
The bra's elastic snapped, sending a tingle through my lips.
But my excitement to be with Scarlett was too much. I dove in and took her breast in my mouth.
Scarlett put her hands on the sides of my head, her red lips slightly parted, letting out soft moans now and then.
It made me feel a bit antsy, like this was my kind of thing.
My cock was snugly nestled between her thighs, even with our underwear in the way, I could still feel the softness and warmth of her.
Especially with my underwear damp, seemingly soaked with her juices, the wetness seeped through, making my cock hot and itchy.
My body moved on top of her, rubbing against her through our underwear.
I parted Scarlett's labia.
Her breathing and moans got heavier, just like when we were intimate.
"Come inside me, I can't wait any longer," Scarlett begged, moving her hips, her pussy rubbing against my cock eagerly, lifting her bottom.
She wrapped her legs around me, from my buttocks to my waist.
Her bottom kept pushing up, finally meeting my cock, grinding against it eagerly.
"Come in, please," she pleaded.
"Call me darling, and I'll slide in," I said, sucking on her breast and playing with the other.
Since Scarlett was already divorced from Ryan, there was no issue of incest.
I wanted to take advantage of Scarlett needing me so much, to get her to say everything I wanted to hear.
"Darling, please come in, I beg you," she held my head tightly, whispering in my ear.
Her warm breath on my hair felt comforting, yet tingling, like something was crawling, sending shivers through my body.
I quickly pulled down my underwear, my cock springing out and hitting her mons pubis.
Scarlett flinched, wrapping her legs around me.
From my buttocks to my waist.
Her bottom kept pushing up, finally meeting my cock, still grinding against it eagerly.
"Come in, please."
"Alright, I'm going to fuck you now."
I kissed her lips as I said it hoarsely.
At the same time, I adjusted my waist, slowly sliding my cock into her.
As soon as my cock entered her, it trembled.
Scarlett's pussy was tighter, narrower, and hotter than I had expected.
It felt like my cock was melting.
"Ah..." Scarlett tightened her grip on me, almost suffocating me.
"It hurts... be gentle..."
"I haven't even moved yet, it's just that your pussy is too tight. Bear with it, it'll be fine soon."
I tried moving my hips, slowly pushing my cock further in.
"Ah, ah, ah... it hurts..." Scarlett covered her mouth, letting out a cry with a hint of tears.
I quickly halted, worried about causing her real pain.
I thought about pulling out to check on her, but Scarlett unexpectedly gripped my buttocks, pushing them down, keeping my cock inside her.
However, my cock was too big, so even with her pressing down, it was only at the entrance, not fully inside.
"Don't... don't pull out... I can take it."
Scarlett's soft voice in my ear made me somewhat skeptical.
I even wondered if she was having a breakdown.
Why was she so different from the Scarlett I knew?
She seemed so sensual, a side of her I really liked.
Scarlett made me feel like I was in a dream.
"Are you the same Scarlett I know?" I asked, puzzled.
"Of course, I was married to Ryan for seven years, never had wild sex, and now that we're divorced, I need to satisfy myself."
"Why did you suddenly divorce Ryan? Was it a fight? Or impulsive?" I asked, concerned their divorce might be a joke.
What if she went back to Ryan the next day after being intimate with me? That would be awkward.
"It was because of a phone call today. We argued, and you stood up for me, even if it meant clashing with colleagues."
"He's my husband, but he asked me to endure for the sake of so-called colleagues. I felt he wasn't a good husband, so I divorced him."
"So casually?" I said, surprised.
In my mind, Scarlett was the epitome of a good wife and mother, very gentle from the first time I met her.
Now, she was revealing a daring, decisive side.
It was quite a contrast.
"Yeah, mainly because I really wanted to experience being with you," Scarlett said shyly, snuggling into my arms without meeting my eyes.
This sudden revelation made me feel fortunate.
"Why the sudden interest..."
"At the morning meeting, I overheard a girl talking about the experience of being with a man with a big cock."
"I don't know who she was with, but when I heard about a thick, long, hard cock being gentle with a woman, you were the first person I thought of."
"During the workday, no matter how I sat, I felt uneasy, my underwear was always damp, and it felt like your cock was inside me."
"All day, I was tormented, fantasizing about being with you."
"So, I divorced, chose you. If you're worried about what others think, we can leave our jobs, move to a new city, find new jobs."
After hearing Scarlett's words, I felt that all the patience I had shown was worth it.
She remembered every moment of our ambiguous connection.
"I'm not afraid of others' opinions, but can you handle the stares and comments?" I teased, playfully pinching her nose.