Scarlett's eyes lit up with pure joy. A bright, genuine smile, something Andrew had rarely seen, spread across her face.
"Okay?" she repeated happily.
Before he could react, she cupped his face with both hands and leaned in, pressing her soft lips firmly against his.
Andrew's eyes widened for a split second, but the spinning in his head made everything feel surreal. He didn't pull away. Instead, he instinctively followed the moment, his lips moving clumsily against hers.
The kiss started gentle but quickly deepened. Scarlett's fingers slid into his hair, holding him close as she kissed him with months of suppressed longing. Her lips were warm, sweet from the wine, and full of possessive tenderness.
Andrew's hands hovered uncertainly in the air for a moment before they settled lightly on her waist. He could feel the curve of her body through her dress, the same softness he had noticed during the hug earlier.
Scarlett kissed him again and again, each one longer and more passionate than the last, as if she was afraid he might disappear if she stopped.
When she finally pulled back slightly, her forehead rested against his. Her breathing was a little heavier, and her eyes glowed with dark satisfaction and love.
"My Andrew…" she whispered against his lips, the word sounding both sweet and dangerously possessive.
Andrew, still dizzy from the wine and the sudden kiss, could only stare at her in a hazy daze, he didn't understand what happened.
Scarlett's heart was racing. Suzanne's words kept echoing in her mind like a seductive spell. When she told her that if her friend gave blowjobs, it would break all that barrier.
Scarlett didn't know, it was right or wrong, directly advancing a big step. But since she has already rubbed his cock previously when he was unconscious, she wants to do it, when he is conscious.
As she thought, but she didn't know, Andrew was not fully conscious; he was hazy and drunk, and didn't know what was happening.
She looked at Andrew with soft, possessive eyes and whispered gently, "I want to cheer you up."
Before he could fully register her words, Scarlett reached down and skillfully opened his belt. The metallic clink sounded loud in the quiet room.
Andrew's head was spinning badly from the wine. Everything felt distant and dream-like. He didn't understand what was happening. He only knew that Scarlett was being unusually close and gentle tonight, and it felt… nice.
Scarlett pulled his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, exposing his cock. It rested soft and heavy against his thigh.
She stared at it for a moment. A flicker of hesitation crossed her face. This was different from last time, he was awake now. But the memory of how it had throbbed and spilled in her hand earlier made her body heat up.
"He's mine now… my boyfriend…"
Pushing down the last trace of nervousness, Scarlett wrapped her slender fingers around his cock, just like she had done before. She started rubbing it slowly, feeling it gradually thicken and harden in her palm.
Andrew let out a low, confused groan. His hips twitched slightly, but he didn't pull away.
Scarlett's breathing grew heavier. She stroked him with more confidence now, watching intently as his cock rose to full hardness under her touch. The sight made something deep inside her clench with dark desire.
Then, she leaned down.
For the first time in her 27 years, Scarlett brought her mouth close to a man's cock. Her lips hovered just above the swollen head. She could feel the heat radiating from it.
She hesitated for one final second… then parted her lips and took the tip into her warm, wet mouth.
The moment she enveloped him, a soft, involuntary moan escaped her throat. It felt strange, intimate, and incredibly arousing. She began to move her head slowly, taking more of him into her mouth while her hand continued stroking the base.
Andrew's dazed mind could barely keep up. All he registered was overwhelming wet heat and pleasure. His hand instinctively moved to rest on her head, fingers threading through her long dark hair.
Scarlett glanced up at him through her lashes, eyes dark with obsession as she sucked him gently but eagerly, determined to cheer him up in the most possessive way possible.
Scarlett's mouth moved slowly at first, her lips wrapped tightly around the head of his cock. She could already taste the faint, salty leak of precum on her tongue. The unfamiliar flavor made her pause for a second, but instead of pulling back, she swallowed it down and continued.
Her hand stroked the base steadily while her mouth worked the tip, sucking gently. As she continued, Andrew's cock grew harder and thicker in her mouth until it was fully erect, stretching her lips.
Scarlett's eyes darkened with lust and obsession. She pushed her head lower, taking more of his length into her warm, wet mouth. Inch by inch, she took him deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft.
A soft, muffled moan vibrated around his cock as she bobbed her head, slowly increasing the depth. She gagged lightly when the tip hit the back of her throat, but she didn't stop. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the effort, yet she kept going, determined to please him.
Andrew's mind was a complete haze. The wine had robbed him of any clear reasoning. He didn't fully understand what was happening. All he felt was intense, wet heat surrounding his cock and waves of pleasure rolling through his body.
His eyes grew heavy and drowsy. His head tilted back slightly against the sofa as his breathing became ragged. One hand rested limply on Scarlett's hair, fingers twitching occasionally but lacking the strength to guide or stop her.
Everything felt like a strange, vivid dream.
Scarlett glanced up at him while still sucking. Seeing his drowsy, flushed face and half-lidded eyes, she understood that he was not fully conscious, and noted down, vine was too heavy for him.
But seeing him nearly unconscious, she didn't stopped, but it only fueled her yandere desire. She took him even deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, her head moving with more rhythm now.
She wanted to make him feel good.
Her free hand rested on his thigh, holding him in place as she continued to bob her head, taking his fully erect cock as deep as she could without choking. Saliva dripped down the shaft, making wet, obscene sounds that filled the quiet living room.
Andrew let out a low, unconscious groan, his hips twitching weakly. His eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open.
Scarlett pulled back just enough to whisper hotly against his slick cock, her voice husky and possessive:
"Good boy… Let me take care of you…"
Then she lowered her head again, swallowing him deeper once more.
Scarlett's head moved with increasing rhythm. She took Andrew's fully erect cock deeper into her mouth, her lips stretched tightly around his thickness. Each time she bobbed down, she tried to take more of him, her tongue swirling along the underside while her hand stroked the part she couldn't fit yet.
The wet, slurping sounds grew louder in the quiet room. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, coating his shaft and balls.
Andrew's breathing had turned into heavy, ragged pants. His drowsy eyes were barely open, his head lolling back against the sofa. He still didn't fully understand what was happening, everything felt like a hazy, pleasure-filled dream. The only thing he knew was the overwhelming heat and suction around his cock.
Scarlett glanced up at his flushed, lost face and felt a rush of dark satisfaction. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks and taking him as deep as she could until the head bumped against the back of her throat. She gagged softly but didn't pull away, determined to milk every drop from her boy.
Her hand pumped the base in time with her mouth while her other hand gently massaged his balls.
Andrew's hips twitched involuntarily. A broken groan escaped his lips.
"Mm… ah…"
That sound sent a thrill through Scarlett. She doubled her efforts, sucking faster and deeper, her long hair falling over her shoulders as she worked him relentlessly.
Finally, Andrew's body tensed. His fingers tightened weakly in her hair.
With a low, shuddering moan, he came hard.
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted into Scarlett's mouth, spilling across her tongue. The sudden flood caught her off guard, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she swallowed greedily, gulping down every spurt while continuing to suck and stroke him through his orgasm. Some of his release leaked from the corners of her lips, but she quickly licked it up, not wanting to waste any.
She kept him in her mouth even after he finished, gently sucking and cleaning him until he softened slightly, savoring the taste and the feeling of ownership.
Only when Andrew's body went completely limp did Scarlett slowly pull off with a soft pop. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger and licked it clean, her eyes glowing with possessive satisfaction.
Andrew's head had fallen to the side. His eyes were fully closed now, breathing slow and deep. The combination of wine, exhaustion, and the intense orgasm had finally pulled him under. He had fallen fast asleep on the sofa.
Scarlett looked at his peaceful, flushed sleeping face for a long moment. A soft, dangerous smile curved her lips.
She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"Good boy…" she whispered tenderly. "You did so well."
Carefully, she pulled his underwear and pants back up, fastened his belt, and adjusted his clothes so he looked decent again.
Carefully, Scarlett pulled Andrew's underwear and pants back up his legs, fastened his belt, and adjusted his clothes until he looked decent again. She wiped the corners of her own mouth one last time, making sure no trace remained.
Then she slipped her arms under his body and lifted him with surprising ease. Andrew was completely limp in her arms, breathing deeply in exhausted sleep. She carried him to his bedroom and gently laid him down on the bed.
After draping a light blanket over him, Scarlett sat on the edge of the mattress and stared at his peaceful, flushed face.
"So… will he remember any of the things I did?" she whispered to herself.
Everything had happened in the heat of the moment, the confession, the kiss, the way she had taken him into her mouth. Now that the rush of desire and wine had faded, her mind felt clearer. A deep blush spread across her cheeks as embarrassment finally hit her.
"What was I thinking…?" She inwardly cursed Suzanne. "That woman and her stupid advice… Look what she made me do!"
Scarlett covered her face with both hands for a moment, feeling the heat in her cheeks. If Andrew didn't remember anything, she decided she wouldn't bring it up. She would pretend none of it happened.
But the boyfriend part… she wanted him to remember that.
She sat there watching him sleep for a few long minutes, her expression softening into something dangerously affectionate. Leaning down, she pressed a tender kiss to his forehead, letting her lips linger there.
"Good night, my boyfriend…" she whispered against his skin.
After cleaning up the table and washing the wine glasses, Scarlett finally returned to her own bedroom. She changed into her nightgown, turned off the lights, and lay down, but sleep didn't come easily.
Her mind kept replaying the feeling of his cock in her mouth, the way he had groaned, the taste of him when he came… and the way he had nodded and said "Okay" when she confessed.
A small, satisfied yet anxious smile formed on her lips in the darkness.