Scarlett watched Andrew with a mix of amusement and lingering worry. "Are you really not afraid anymore? Or maybe..."

"I’m not afraid anymore, Scar. I’m going to sleep first. You should rest early too," Andrew said confidently and turned to head toward his bedroom.

Just then, another bright flash of lightning lit up the sky outside, followed by a loud crack of thunder.

Andrew shivered violently from head to toe. Without thinking, he spun around and practically threw himself into Scarlett’s embrace, burying his face against her chest.

"Scar... bring me to my room," he mumbled, voice trembling.

Scarlett looked down at him, one eyebrow raised. She let out a soft sigh, half-exasperated, half-affectionate.

"You’re clearly scared to death, but you still insist on being stubborn," she said, gently raising her hand to stroke the back of his head. "And you even interrupted me."

Andrew clung to her tighter, his body still shaking slightly with every rumble of thunder.

"Yeah... I’m sorry," he admitted meekly. "Now please... take me to the room."

Scarlett couldn’t help but smile softly at his sudden change in attitude. She wrapped one arm around his waist and gently guided him toward his bedroom, keeping him close to her side the entire way.

"Such a big boy, yet still afraid of thunder," she teased lightly as they walked. "Come on, Mommy will take you to bed."

Andrew didn’t even protest the nickname this time. He simply stayed pressed against her, feeling safer with every step they took together.

When they reached his bedroom, Scarlett turned on the bedside lamp, casting a warm, soft glow over the room. She helped him onto the bed and was about to leave when Andrew grabbed her wrist.

"Don’t go..." he whispered, still a little shaky. "Can you stay with me tonight?"

Scarlett looked at him for a moment, then gave a small, fond sigh.

"Fine," she said, climbing onto the bed beside him. "But only because you’re scared."

She pulled the blanket over both of them and let Andrew curl up against her chest. As another rumble of thunder sounded outside, he nuzzled closer, and Scarlett gently stroked his hair until his breathing slowly evened out.

Just then, another loud crack of thunder rang out, shaking the windows.

Andrew shivered violently and immediately pressed himself deeper into Scarlett’s embrace, burying his face against her chest.

Scarlett sighed softly, but before she could say anything, Andrew’s hands began to move. Still trembling from the thunder, his palms unconsciously started roaming over her body, tracing the soft curves of her waist and hips through the thin nightgown.

His touch grew bolder. Without thinking, his fingers found the hem of her nightgown and started lifting it upward, attempting to pull it off her body.

Scarlett’s eyes widened slightly. She gently grabbed his wrist, stopping him for a moment.

"You..." she scolded in a low voice, though there was no real anger in her tone. "You were just shaking like a scared kitten because of the thunder, but the moment you’re in my arms and on the bed, you suddenly turn into a little lecher."

Andrew didn’t deny it. He simply looked up at her with slightly guilty but still hungry eyes, his hands still holding onto the fabric of her nightgown.

Scarlett stared at him for a few seconds, then let out a soft, resigned sigh.

"...Fine," she muttered. "Do whatever you want."

She released his wrist and raised her arms slightly, allowing him to pull the nightgown up and over her head. The thin fabric slid off her body smoothly, followed by her bra and panty, leaving her completely naked in front of him.

Andrew’s breath hitched at the sight. His hands immediately returned to her body, greedily exploring her soft curves, sliding over her waist, cupping her breasts, and tracing down her hips and thighs.

Scarlett watched him with half-lidded eyes, a mix of amusement and affection on her face. Even though she had scolded him, she made no move to stop his wandering hands. Instead, she pulled him closer, letting him press his body against hers.

"Such a contradictory boy," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair as thunder continued to rumble outside. "Scared of thunder, but not scared of me anymore..."

Andrew didn’t respond with words. He simply leaned in and kissed her neck, his hands continuing to caress every inch of her bare skin as the storm raged on.

After rubbing his body against hers for a while, feeling her warmth and softness, Andrew quickly removed his own clothes. He pulled off his shirt and pants in a hurry and became completely nude, his cock already hard and throbbing.

He looked at Scarlett with heated eyes and signaled toward his erect cock, gently taking her hand and guiding it to his length.

Scarlett’s fingers wrapped around him instinctively. She gave him a light squeeze, feeling how hot and stiff he was.

Andrew let out a low groan and leaned down to kiss her neck, his hips pressing forward so his cock rubbed against her bare thigh and stomach.

"Suck it," he said, his voice low and husky with need.

Scarlett nodded without hesitation. She shifted lower on the bed, positioning herself between his legs. Andrew sat up slightly, leaning back against the headboard as she leaned forward.

She started slowly. Her warm breath ghosted over the swollen head before her soft lips parted and took him into her mouth. The wet heat enveloped the tip, and her tongue swirled gently around it, tasting the precum that had already leaked out.

Andrew groaned deeply, one hand threading through her long dark hair. While Scarlett began to bob her head, taking more of his length into her mouth with each pass, his other hand explored her body freely.

He reached down and cupped one of her full breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling her hardened nipple between his fingers. Scarlett moaned around his cock, the vibration sending pleasure shooting up his spine. He switched to the other breast, kneading it firmly, enjoying how her body responded to his touch.

His hand then traveled lower, sliding over her smooth stomach and down between her thighs. He found her already wet and warm. Two fingers gently parted her folds, stroking her slick entrance before circling her clit with slow, teasing movements. Scarlett’s hips twitched, and she sucked him harder, her head moving faster as pleasure coursed through her.

Andrew played with her clit for a while, occasionally dipping his fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around them. He alternated between rubbing her clit and thrusting his fingers slowly in and out, all while she continued to suck his cock with increasing enthusiasm. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, and she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with effort.

He didn’t stay passive. His free hand returned to her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples while his other hand worked between her legs. Scarlett’s moans grew louder, muffled around his thick cock. The dual stimulation made her body tremble. She sucked him with wet, sloppy sounds, saliva dripping down his shaft as she tried to take him as deep as she could.

Andrew’s breathing became ragged. The sight of Scarlett naked and eagerly sucking his cock while he placed with her body was incredibly arousing. He fought hard to hold back his orgasm, wanting to prolong the moment. He focused on her pleasure instead, rubbing her clit faster and curling his fingers inside her to hit that sensitive spot.

Scarlett’s thighs shook. Her sucking became more urgent, but Andrew still didn’t cum. He was determined to enjoy every second of this touching, teasing, and playing with her body while she pleasured him with her mouth.

He leaned forward slightly, his hand still between her legs, and whispered huskily, "Good girl... keep sucking just like that."

Scarlett’s only response was a needy moan around his cock as she continued to serve him with her mouth, her body writhing under his skillful hands.