“Is that so?” Daphne asked, her quick breathing making her tone very breathy.
The fingers in her hair made Daphne more pliant. She wasn’t sure if Sara was doing it or if she was imagining it, but she felt like she was being lightly pulled by her hair onto her knees.
Daphne lifted her chin as Sara kissed her. Slowly, she sank to her knees and looked up at Sara with doe-like eyes.