Dennis had asked the question automatically, and for a moment he almost thought she would consent. But then there it was - the flutter of fear in her heartbeat, and even a slight change in her scent as the fear seeped from her pores.
He looked up at her blinking and looking sheepish. "Sorry..." he said. "I couldn't... the pull is so strong. I have to learn to control myself." He took a deep breath as he gave her an apologetic look.
"I understand," he apologised. He hoped she would forgive him, and just to help seal the deal, he let his hand slide to her folds, his fingers brushing her clit. The moan that escaped her lips sent a shiver down his spine as his lips captured Rosie's in another kiss. His cock was aching now as he pressed against her thigh once more. "Want you, Rosie. Need you." He moved, his body sliding between her legs as his thumb pressed against her clit and his chest brushed against her breasts.