Andrew kissed Scarlett deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. His hands cradled her face tenderly as he whispered against her lips,

"I want to be inside you... I want to make love to you."

Scarlett’s eyes softened. Despite the lingering blush on her cheeks, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper.

"Come here..."

Andrew positioned himself between her legs once more. He rubbed the head of his cock slowly along her slick folds, coating himself with her wetness. Looking into her eyes with pure affection, he gently pushed forward.

Scarlett gasped softly as he entered her. This time, the stretch was easier, her body was ready and welcoming. Still, she felt full as he slid deeper, inch by inch, until he was completely buried inside her.

"Ahh..." she breathed, her hands clutching his shoulders.

Andrew stayed still for a moment, forehead resting against hers, letting her adjust. He kissed her gently, slow, loving kisses on her lips, her nose, her cheeks.

"You feel so perfect," he murmured, voice thick with emotion. "So warm... so tight around me. I love you, Scarlett."

Scarlett’s heart fluttered at his words. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him back with quiet passion.

"I love you too..." she whispered.

Andrew began to move, slow, deep thrusts that made them both moan softly. He didn’t rush. Every stroke was deliberate and full of care, his hips rolling gently as he made love to her. He kept his eyes on hers the entire time, watching every flicker of pleasure on her face.

"You’re so beautiful like this," he whispered between kisses. "My Scar..."

Scarlett’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper. Her hands roamed his back, feeling the muscles flex with every thrust. The initial discomfort had completely faded, replaced by warm, spreading pleasure that made her toes curl.

Andrew leaned down and kissed her neck, then her collarbone, all while maintaining that slow, loving rhythm. His hand slipped between them to gently rub her clit in time with his thrusts, heightening her pleasure.

"Does it feel good?" he asked softly, voice full of genuine care.

Scarlett nodded, her breath coming in sweet little gasps.

"Yes... so good... don’t stop..."

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, slow, deep, and intimate. Andrew kept whispering sweet words between kisses:

"I’m so lucky to have you..."

"You’re mine..."

"I love being inside you like this..."

Scarlett’s moans grew softer and sweeter. She held him tightly, her inner walls fluttering around his cock as pleasure built steadily inside her.

Andrew’s thrusts remained loving and unhurried, savoring every moment of their connection. He kissed her again and again, pouring all his feelings into each touch and every gentle movement.

The hotel room was filled with the soft sounds of their lovemaking, quiet moans, heavy breathing, and the intimate slap of skin against skin.

Andrew kept his rhythm slow and deep, savoring every moment of being inside Scarlett. Each thrust was deliberate, his hips rolling steadily as he made love to her.

Scarlett’s arms tightened around his back, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper with every movement. Soft moans escaped her lips as pleasure continued to build.

He leaned down and kissed her, their tongues brushing together as he continued thrusting into her. His hand slipped between them, fingers gently circling her clit while he moved inside her.

Scarlett gasped, her back arching slightly as the pleasure intensified.

"I’m close..." she whispered, her voice shaky.

Andrew didn’t reply with words. He simply increased his pace a little, thrusting deeper and more steadily.

A few moments later, Scarlett cried out softly as her orgasm hit her. Her inner walls clenched tightly around him in rhythmic pulses, her body trembling beneath him.

Andrew groaned and followed right after, burying himself deep inside her as he came hard, filling her with warm pulses.

They stayed connected for a long moment, breathing heavily, bodies pressed together.

Andrew slowly pulled out and collapsed beside her on the sofa, both of them catching their breath in silence.

They lay together on the sofa, breathing heavily, bodies still flushed and glistening with sweat. Andrew stayed close, gently stroking Scarlett’s hair and back with tender, soothing touches. He pressed soft kisses to her shoulder and the side of her neck, helping her come down from the high.

Scarlett let out a long, tired sigh. She turned her head slightly to look at him, her expression a mix of fondness and gentle scolding.

"You..." she started, her voice soft but laced with mock annoyance. "During the day, you’re just a timid little guy. You can’t even hold my hand without getting nervous and blushing like a schoolboy. But the moment night comes, you suddenly become so bold and different. It’s like you have a split personality."

Andrew looked at her, his eyes filled with quiet love and affection. A small smile tugged at his lips as he listened to her gentle complaint.

Without saying a word, he reached down and gave her bare ass a firm, playful slap.

The sharp sound echoed lightly in the room.

Scarlett gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. A fresh blush bloomed on her cheeks.

"Andrew!" she scolded, though there was no real anger in her voice — only loving exasperation.

He chuckled softly and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her possessively. His hand gently rubbed the spot he had just slapped, soothing it.

"I can’t help it," he murmured against her hair. "During the day, you’re my strict Teacher Scarlett. At night... you’re just mine."

Scarlett huffed, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she nestled deeper into his embrace, her body relaxing against his.

"You’re getting too spoiled," she muttered, though the corners of her mouth curved upward in a small, hidden smile.

Andrew kissed the top of her head and held her tighter, both of them enjoying the warm, quiet afterglow.

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The night passed slowly, filled with quiet intimacy.

After their first round on the sofa, Andrew carried Scarlett to her bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed and climbed on top of her again. This time, he was slower, more deliberate, sliding into her with deep, steady thrusts while kissing her neck and shoulders. Scarlett wrapped her legs around him, her soft moans filling the room as he made love to her a second time.

They rested for a while, tangled in each other’s arms, breathing heavily. But the desire between them hadn’t faded.

Half an hour later, Andrew pulled her on top of him. Scarlett straddled his hips, guiding his cock back inside her. She rode him slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm, her hands braced on his chest. Andrew gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, watching her breasts bounce with every movement. They came together again, Scarlett burying her face in his neck as she trembled through her orgasm.

By the third time, both of them were exhausted. Andrew took her from behind, one arm wrapped around her waist while the other hand gently played with her breast. His thrusts were deep and possessive, but still laced with affection. Scarlett moaned into the pillow, pushing back against him until they both reached their limit once more.

Finally, after the third round, they collapsed onto the bed, completely spent.

Andrew pulled Scarlett into his arms, spooning her from behind. He kissed the back of her neck softly and whispered, "Good night, Scarlett."

Scarlett hummed tiredly in response, her body relaxing against his. She was too worn out to say anything more.

Within minutes, both of them drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep, limbs tangled together under the sheets.