Arahan kissed her again, this time slower, deeper, more romantic. His lips trailed from her mouth to her jaw, then down to her neck, placing soft, lingering kisses along her sensitive skin.
"You feel so good…" he whispered against her neck, his voice husky but filled with affection. "I've wanted to hold you like this for so long."
Scarlett's hands hesitantly came up to rest on his back, her fingers lightly tracing his muscles. She was blushing furiously, but a small, shy smile appeared on her lips.
Andrew continued rubbing his body against hers, his cock pressing and sliding along her panty-covered entrance with every slow roll of his hips. He kissed her collarbone, then moved lower, pressing tender kisses on the swell of her breasts.
"I love you, Scarlett," he murmured between kisses, his voice sincere. "Not just as my teacher… but as the woman I want to be with."
He looked up into her eyes, his gaze warm and full of emotion, even as his body continued its gentle, teasing movements against her.
Scarlett's heart melted at his words. She reached up, cupping his face with both hands, and pulled him down for another kiss, this one initiated by her, soft and sweet.
The pace remained slow and romantic, every touch filled with care and building desire. Andrew's hands roamed gently over her body, caressing her waist, her hips, and the soft skin of her thighs, while his cock kept rubbing deliciously against her most sensitive area through the thin barrier of her panties.
After the kiss was broken, he lifted his head to look at her again, his eyes soft and full of affection.
"Scarlett…" he whispered her name like it was something precious. "I've been scared of you for so long… but tonight, I don't want to be scared anymore. I want to be close to you. Really close."
Scarlett's heart fluttered at his sincere words. Her hands, which had been resting on his back, slowly moved up to cup his face. Her thumbs gently stroked his cheeks as she gazed into his eyes.
"I was scared too," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Scared that you would always see me as the strict teacher… never as a woman who cares about you."
Andrew smiled tenderly and leaned down to kiss her again, slow, deep, and full of emotion. Their lips moved together unhurriedly, tongues brushing lightly in a sweet, exploratory dance. He poured all his feelings into that kiss, trying to show her how much she meant to him.
When they parted, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling.
"You're not just my teacher anymore," he murmured. "You're the woman I love. The one I want to hold, protect, and make happy."
Scarlett's fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer. She kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, her own shyness slowly melting away in the warmth of his affection.
"I want that too…" she whispered against his skin. "I want to be yours, Andrew."
Andrew's heart swelled at Scarlett's soft words. He kissed her again, slow, deep, and full of tenderness, savoring the way her lips trembled slightly against his.
"I won't rush you," he whispered against her mouth, his voice warm and sincere. "I want every moment with you to feel special."
He continued kissing her, trailing soft kisses from her lips down to her jaw, then along the elegant line of her neck. His hands gently caressed her bare breasts, thumbs brushing tenderly over her sensitive nipples, drawing quiet, breathy sighs from her.
Scarlett's fingers stayed tangled in his hair, holding him close. Her body was warm and soft beneath him, responding to every gentle touch.
The slow, rhythmic rubbing of his cock against her panty-covered slit continued, sending waves of building pleasure through both of them, but Andrew kept the pace deliberately unhurried.
After several long, intimate minutes, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes with quiet intensity.
"Scarlett… can I take these off?" he asked softly, his fingers tracing the waistband of her black panties.
Scarlett's breath hitched. A fresh wave of blush colored her cheeks, but she didn't look away. After a moment of shy hesitation, she gave a small nod.
"Yes…" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Andrew smiled tenderly. He kissed her once more, then slowly slid his hands down her sides. With gentle care, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and began pulling them down her hips.
Scarlett lifted her hips slightly to help him, her heart racing as the fabric slid down her thighs and off her legs.
Now she lay completely naked beneath him.
Andrew's gaze swept over her body with awe and deep affection. Her smooth skin, the gentle curve of her waist, the soft swell of her breasts, and the delicate, glistening folds between her legs, everything about her was beautiful to him.
"You're so perfect…" he murmured, voice thick with emotion.
He leaned down and kissed her again, this time with a little more hunger, while one hand gently caressed her inner thigh, slowly moving higher. His fingers brushed lightly over her most sensitive area, feeling the warmth and wetness there for the first time.
Scarlett gasped softly into the kiss, her body trembling at the new sensation. She didn't pull away. Instead, her hands tightened on his shoulders, silently encouraging him.
Andrew continued kissing her as his fingers explored her gently, slow, careful strokes along her folds, circling her clit with feather-light touches. He wanted her to feel loved, desired, and safe in his arms.
"Tell me how it feels," he whispered against her lips between kisses. "I want to make you feel good…"
Scarlett's breathing had grown heavier. Her hips moved slightly against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was giving her. She looked up at him with misty eyes, her usual strict demeanor completely replaced by vulnerability and longing.
"It feels… good," she admitted shyly. "Don't stop…"
Andrew continued his gentle exploration with his fingers, feeling how wet and warm Scarlett had become. He kissed her deeply, pouring all his affection into it, before pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.
"Scarlett… I want to be inside you," he whispered tenderly. "Is that okay?"
Scarlett's breath trembled. She was nervous, but the warmth in his eyes and the care in his touch made her feel safe. She nodded, her voice soft and shy.
"Yes… please."
Andrew positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock slowly along her slick folds, coating himself with her wetness. Then, with great care, he began to push inside her.
Scarlett gasped sharply as he entered her. The stretch was intense. Even though she was wet, her virgin tightness resisted at first. Andrew moved slowly, inch by inch, watching her face with concern.
When he reached her hymen, he paused and kissed her gently.
"I'm sorry if it hurts," he whispered. "I love you."
With one slow, steady thrust, he pushed through.
Scarlett cried out softly, her body tensing as a sharp pain tore through her. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
Andrew stopped immediately, staying completely still inside her. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, soft, comforting kisses.
"Shh… I'm here," he murmured. "Breathe, Scarlett. I won't move until you're ready."
Scarlett's breathing was ragged. The pain was much stronger than she had expected. In her mind, she started cursing Suzanne bitterly.
'That liar… She said young boys are easy and it would feel comfortable… This hurts so much! It's not comfortable at all! Suzanne, you deceitful woman!'
Despite the pain, Scarlett didn't push him away. She clung to Andrew, her arms wrapped tightly around his back.
Andrew remained buried inside her, kissing her neck and whispering sweet words.
"You're doing so well… You feel incredible," he said softly. "I love you. Just relax… I'm not going anywhere."
After a few long minutes, the sharp pain gradually eased into a dull ache mixed with a strange, full sensation. Scarlett's body slowly began to relax around him.
She took a shaky breath and whispered against his ear,
"…You can move now."
Andrew kissed her once more, then began to thrust slowly and gently. He kept his movements shallow and careful at first, giving her time to adjust. Every thrust was accompanied by soft kisses and loving whispers.
"You're so tight… so warm…" he groaned quietly. "I've never felt anything like this."
Scarlett's hands clutched his back. The pain was still there, but it was slowly mixing with a new, deeper pleasure. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent as he made love to her for the first time.
Both of them were losing their virginity together, awkward, painful, and incredibly intimate.
Andrew continued his slow, gentle rhythm, his heart full of love and protectiveness for the woman beneath him.
He kept his thrusts slow and shallow, moving with great care. Every time he pushed a little deeper, he watched Scarlett's face closely, ready to stop the moment she showed discomfort.
"It's okay… I've got you," he whispered, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her closed eyelids, and the corner of her mouth. "You're being so brave for me."
Scarlett's breathing was still shaky. The initial sharp pain had dulled into a deep, burning ache, but it wasn't gone. She clung to his shoulders, her nails leaving faint marks on his skin.
In her mind, she continued cursing Suzanne bitterly, ''That woman lied to me… She said it would be comfortable and easy… This hurts so much! It feels like I'm being torn apart… Suzanne, you deceitful witch! I'll never listen to your nonsense again!'
Despite the pain, Scarlett didn't want him to stop. She wanted this closeness with Andrew. She wanted to feel all of him.