The only thing that made it clear I was lying with Scarlett was her body nestled in my arms, and my cock was throbbing right at the entrance of her pussy. I couldn't help but rub against her.
Even though I hadn't actually entered Scarlett, I was really enjoying the moment.
Her warm pussy was dripping clear love juice all over my cock, making it nice and slick.
I held Scarlett tight, lifting her thigh onto my waist with one hand. I slid my leg between hers, and my cock slowly rubbed against her entrance.
The love juice from Scarlett's pussy kept flowing, soaking my pubic hair and thighs. Everywhere we touched felt damp and sticky, like we were covered in a mist.
Then, my phone under the pillow buzzed hard, making my scalp tingle. I freed one hand to grab it, squinting at the bright screen. It was a message from Sophia, asking if I was awake and inviting me over for some fun.
But I was busy with Scarlett, and I didn't want to miss this chance, so I ignored it.
I didn't reply to Sophia or go see her. Instead, I shoved the phone back under the pillow.
I focused on Scarlett, noticing that with her legs apart, the pressure and pleasure were less intense.
But I had promised Scarlett I'd wait until she was ready before going all the way. If I broke that promise, she'd be pissed, and I'd never get another chance.
So, I held back. But when she spread her legs, I couldn't go inside her, so just rubbing against her felt a bit frustrating.
It was like Scarlett sensed what I was thinking. She suddenly rolled over, lying flat on the bed with her legs close together.
This was my moment!
I straddled her, my cock aimed right at her pussy, and kept my promise. I didn't go inside, just rubbed against her.
Every time I moved, our pubic hair stuck together, and hers was a bit rough, making my cock ache a little.
But the tight, warm, and delicate feeling was worth it. I even pressed her thighs together with my knees for more pressure.
This time, it felt amazing as my cock slid against her. Scarlett's pussy was still oozing, soaking my entire cock.
I was so turned on that a bit of clear liquid leaked from the tip onto the sheets.
I couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure.
Even Scarlett, who was asleep, started to blush.
Every time I moved, her chest rose and fell, and a deep, muffled moan escaped from her nostrils.
Watching her perky breasts lift with each thrust made me a little dizzy, especially with the strong up-and-down movement that followed, making my breathing heavy.
My hands couldn't resist climbing up to Scarlett's large breasts, gently kneading them. While doing so, I glanced at her face and saw no signs of her waking up.
This didn't make sense. Yesterday morning, Sophia played with my cock woke me up immediately; now, I was rubbing against Scarlett and kneading her breasts. How could she still be asleep? Was she pretending?
I increased the pressure on her breasts, using the intensity that usually made her moan when she was awake.
If she wasn't pretending, she would definitely wake up now.
If she was, no matter how hard I kneaded, she wouldn't wake up because no one could wake someone who was pretending to sleep.
I placed my hands on the edges of her breasts, squeezing them together, and used my thumbs and forefingers to knead her nipples.
Scarlett's eyes remained closed, but her mouth was slightly open, letting out a faint moan.
The room was pitch black, with only the moonlight shining through the window, casting a bit of light.
Scarlett's faint moans were the only sounds in the room, making my blood boil.
I was pretty sure now: she was pretending to sleep.
She wasn't waking up to avoid embarrassment, not knowing how to face me.
I couldn't miss this opportunity, so I stopped kneading her breasts and lay down on her, holding her waist with one hand and covering her mouth with the other.
I whispered in her ear, "Don't make too much noise, we don't want to wake up Ryan."
The next second, Scarlett swallowed her moans, and every time I moved, her chest rose and fell significantly.
It felt incredible, really incredible.
I kept going for a while, my cock showing no signs of finishing.
But then I heard faint footsteps at the door, getting closer.
My blood ran cold. 'No way! Is Ryan awake?' I wondered.
I quickly stopped moving and lay still on Scarlett, one hand around her waist, the other covering her mouth.
I brought my mouth to her ear and whispered, "It seems like Ryan is awake. There are footsteps at the door. Don't make a sound!"
Scarlett's eyes suddenly opened wide, staring at me as if asking what to do.
I could only tell her, "Stay quiet for now, let's see what Ryan does."
The doorknob of my room was being turned.