Living With My Yandere Professor

Scarlett shot him a sharp look and withdrew her foot, speaking in a flat, authoritative tone.

"Go back to your room and rest early. Don’t stay up late. I’m going for a morning run tomorrow. Are you coming?"

But Andrew had already grown too aroused to stop now. Instead of listening, he gently caught her leg again, his fingers sliding slowly up her calf.

"Scar... let me massage you more," he said softly, voice thick with desire.

Scarlett narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing... just massaging," Andrew replied innocently, even as his hands continued moving upward along her smooth leg.

Before she could protest further, he gently turned her over onto her back on the sofa.

"You’re becoming daring again," Scarlett said, her tone carrying both warning and a hint of amusement.

Andrew’s fingers continued sliding upward, pushing the hem of Scarlett’s nightgown higher and higher until it bunched around her waist. The black lace panties she wore underneath were now fully exposed, clinging delicately to her curves.

Scarlett’s breathing had grown noticeably heavier. She watched him with a mix of warning and hidden desire in her eyes.

"You’re becoming daring again," she repeated, though her voice lacked its usual strictness.

Andrew shook his head innocently, but his actions told a different story. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh, then another higher up, slowly working his way toward her center.

"Nothing... I’m just massaging you properly," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot.

His hands gently gripped her thighs and spread them a little wider. Scarlett’s body tensed, but she didn’t close her legs. Instead, she let out a quiet sigh as his lips brushed against the edge of her panties.

Andrew hooked his fingers into the waistband of her lace underwear and slowly pulled it down her legs, revealing her smooth, already slightly glistening folds.

Scarlett’s cheeks flushed deeply. She turned her head to the side, trying to hide her embarrassment, but her body betrayed her — her hips shifted slightly, almost inviting him. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Andrew’s eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her completely exposed to him. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss directly on her most sensitive spot.

Scarlett gasped sharply, her hand instinctively reaching down to grip his hair.

"Andrew..." she breathed, her voice a mix of protest and longing.

He didn’t stop. His tongue flicked out, tasting her slowly and tenderly at first, then with growing hunger. His hands held her thighs open as he licked and sucked gently, savoring every soft sound she made.

Scarlett’s fingers tightened in his hair. Her nightgown was now pushed up to her chest, leaving her almost entirely bare beneath him.

The quiet living room was filled with her soft, suppressed moans and the wet sounds of his mouth on her.

Andrew looked up at her flushed face for a moment, his lips glistening.

"Scar... you taste so good," he whispered huskily before lowering his head again, determined to make her feel even better.

Scarlett bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold back her moans, but her body was already trembling under his devoted attention.

Scarlett’s fingers tightened in Andrew’s hair as his tongue continued its slow, deliberate exploration. He licked her with gentle but hungry strokes, savoring her taste and the way her body reacted to every flick and swirl.

"Ah... Andrew..." she breathed, her voice shaky. Her hips twitched involuntarily, pressing closer to his mouth.

He responded by sliding his hands under her thighs, lifting them slightly to give himself better access. His tongue moved upward, circling her swollen clit before sucking it gently between his lips.

Scarlett let out a soft, broken moan, her back arching off the sofa. The pleasure was building fast, making her legs tremble around his head.

Andrew didn’t rush. He kept his pace steady and loving, alternating between long, slow licks and gentle suction, occasionally dipping his tongue inside her to taste more of her wetness.

"You’re so wet..." he murmured against her folds, his voice vibrating through her. "I love how you taste, Scar."

Scarlett’s free hand clutched the edge of the sofa, knuckles turning white. Her usual strict composure was completely gone — replaced by flushed cheeks, parted lips, and soft, needy sounds she couldn’t hold back.

When Andrew slid two fingers inside her while continuing to suck on her clit, Scarlett’s thighs clamped around his head.

"Nngh...! Andrew... slower..." she gasped, though her body was saying the opposite.

He obeyed for a moment, curling his fingers gently to stroke that sensitive spot inside her, but the hunger in him was growing too strong. He increased the pace again, sucking harder, fingers thrusting deeper.

Scarlett’s breathing turned into desperate pants. Her hips started rocking against his face, chasing the pleasure he was giving her.

"I’m... I’m close..." she warned, voice trembling.

Andrew didn’t stop. He doubled his efforts, tongue working her clit relentlessly while his fingers pumped in and out of her slick heat.

With a choked cry, Scarlett came hard. Her body tensed, thighs shaking around his head as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her inner walls clenched tightly around his fingers, and a fresh gush of wetness coated his tongue.

Andrew continued licking her gently through her orgasm, helping her ride it out until her trembling slowly subsided.

Only then did he pull back slightly, lips glistening, and looked up at her with dark, satisfied eyes.

Scarlett lay there panting, chest heaving, her nightgown bunched uselessly around her chest. Her face was flushed deep red, and her eyes were hazy with lingering pleasure.

Andrew crawled up her body and kissed her softly, letting her taste herself on his lips.

"You’re so beautiful when you come," he whispered against her mouth.

Scarlett didn’t answer with words. Instead, she pulled him into a deeper kiss, her hands sliding down his back with surprising hunger. After a moment, she broke the kiss and looked up at him with hazy, desire-filled eyes.

Andrew’s cock was rock hard, throbbing against her thigh. He shifted slightly, bringing it closer to her face.

"Scarlett..." he said, voice low and husky. "Can you... use your mouth on me?"

Scarlett’s eyes widened slightly. A fresh wave of blush spread across her face, but after a brief hesitation, she nodded shyly.

Andrew sat up on the sofa, his erection standing proud and flushed. Scarlett slowly moved between his legs, kneeling on the cushion. She wrapped her slender fingers around his thick shaft, feeling how hot and hard he was.

She leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive head. Then, hesitantly at first, she parted her lips and took him into her mouth.

Andrew groaned deeply as wet heat enveloped him. Scarlett’s mouth was soft and warm. She started slowly, sucking gently on the head while her tongue swirled around it. Her hand stroked the base in time with her movements.

As she grew more confident, she took him deeper, her head bobbing slowly. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking filled the quiet room.

Andrew’s hand gently rested on the back of her head, not pushing, just guiding lightly.

"Fuck... Scarlett... that feels so good," he moaned, his hips twitching slightly.

Scarlett looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes watery but determined. She sucked harder, taking him as deep as she could without gagging, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft.

Andrew’s breathing grew ragged. His cock throbbed heavily in her mouth, fully erect and leaking precum onto her tongue. The pleasure built rapidly, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

But he didn’t want to finish yet.

With a low groan, he gently pulled her head back, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. It stood there, glistening with her saliva, twitching and rock-hard, but he had managed to hold back his release.

Scarlett looked up at him, lips swollen and shiny, breathing heavily.

Andrew leaned down and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue.

"Not yet," he whispered against her lips, voice thick with lust. "I want to be inside you when I cum."

Scarlett’s eyes darkened with desire. She nodded, pulling him closer again.