Daphne certainly noticed the lack of an apology; it made it hotter. Sara's slowing showed she was a caring lover, in her own way. Perfect. She moaned softly as Sara set the perfect pace.
Drawing in a hissing breath through her teeth, Daphne squirmed as Sara's nails dug into her wrist. The hint of pain was intoxicating when mixed with all the pleasure coursing through her body.
"You were all too willing to accommodate," Daphne quipped back.