He may look like a boy, but he had much more skill than one and she groaned when she felt his mouth around her nipple, her hands wrapping in his hair. And then there was that whisper, and for a moment she was almost prepared to give him anything he wanted as long as he kept touching her like that. But then the words filtered into her mind, and her eyes opened wide, her heart speeding up.
'Dennis, no!' she said, perhaps a bit too sharply, almost regretting it immediately. She'd been the one to tell him to seek help, offers - was it so strange that he offered her. 'I'm sorry, love, but that I cannot, will not, give you,' she said, caressing him. 'There is a difference between food and lovers,' she added softly, remembering all the times Sanguini had stressed that point to her.
Right then, he moved his hand, brushing against her clit, and she moaned in response, starting to relax again.