Andrew 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."
