Sophia was now facing the foot of the bed, giving me plenty of room to go at it.
"Slow down."
"No... let's just get it over with and then shower for work."
Sophia clamped her mouth shut, trying not to moan, waiting for me to finish.
I kept going, feeling the tension build up. Grabbing her thighs, I pushed deep and finally let go, filling her up before pulling out.
My cock, covered in a mix of our juices, felt the cool breeze, helping me cool down.
"You clean up, I'll shower first." I grabbed my pants from the floor and put them on. Sophia lay there, exhausted, watching me.
She was spread open, and even when she tried to close her legs, they just fell open again.
Feeling pretty pleased with myself, I climbed out the window to head back to my room.
Just as I reached my window, I saw Scarlett through the reflection, and she had already figured out I was faking sleep with a pillow.
I froze for a second, noticing the bathroom door in my room was closed, and the window gave a clear view inside.
I quickly climbed into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and jumped into the shower.
Scarlett must've heard me because she started turning the doorknob.
The door swung open.
Scarlett stood there, staring at me, her mouth in an "O" shape.
She was clearly shocked to see me showering.
"Scarlett? How'd you get in?" I asked, pretending to be confused.
She snapped out of it and quickly shut the door.
"Why are you so annoying! Why didn't you lock the door?"
"There's no one else home, why lock it? You've seen me naked before, what's the big deal?" I laughed.
"That's different! Hurry up and finish, breakfast will get cold."
Scarlett's figure faded behind the glass door.
"Scarlett, wait! Can you grab my clothes and underwear for work? I forgot them."
"Get them yourself! No one's home."
"But what if someone sees? Come on, you've seen it all anyway." I teased, trying to coax her.
Seeing her shy reaction, I couldn't help but mess with her.
"Ugh, fine. Where's your underwear?"
"In the wardrobe drawer, right? You usually put them away for me, don't you?"
Scarlett handled all the laundry at home, washing, drying, folding, and putting everything away, so I always had to ask her where things were.
"Wait here," Scarlett said, heading to the wardrobe.
She came back with my underwear in no time.
The bathroom door creaked open.
Scarlett had one hand over her eyes, the other holding my underwear, feeling her way towards me.
She stopped right in front of the shower, "Here you go."
I turned off the water, hands on my hips, watching her fumble around. I didn't take the underwear right away, making her impatient. "Hurry up and take it! My arm's getting tired."
"Oh, really? Let me help you." I grabbed her wrist, pulling her into my arms.
"What are you doing? Let go!" Scarlett tried to push away, but I held her tight, like I was afraid she'd fall.
"Don't be silly, just let me hold you for a bit."
"Can't you put on your clothes first? I'm getting soaked here."
"Nope, I want to hold you while we eat later."
After a bit of struggling, Scarlett gave up and hugged me back.
I scooped her up and carried her out of the bathroom, setting her on the bed.
I took the underwear from her and put it on. "What about my suit? Didn't you bring it?"
"It needs ironing, or it'll look cheap." Scarlett sat at the foot of the bed, her pink feet swinging like a kid waiting to be picked up.
After putting on my underwear, I carried her to the wardrobe. "Then help me pick a suit. I'll iron it after breakfast."
"Do you really have to hold me like this?" Scarlett looked embarrassed.
I held her like a child, one hand under her legs, the other under her armpit. Her feet occasionally brushed against me.
"I like holding you. The slower you pick, the longer I get to hold you. I don't mind showing off my workouts."
Realizing she couldn't win, Scarlett picked a gray suit and a matching tie.
"How about this one?"
"Perfect." I carried her downstairs.
For breakfast, we had milk with cereal and a sausage on the side.
I set Scarlett in her usual seat, then moved my breakfast to Ryan's spot and sat down.
"Let's eat." I said, taking a bite of sausage.
Scarlett quickly finished her milk and cereal. Just as I finished my sausage, she was done too.
She put her sausage on my plate. "Here, you eat this. I'm on a diet."
'A diet? What if you lose your curves? That'd be a tragedy,' I thought.
"No way! You have to eat this." I pulled Scarlett onto my lap.