"That's my girl," he said in a very loving voice. "I knew you wouldn't let the team down."
He was feeling just a little too pleased with himself as her fingers brushed along the back of his neck. Her lips were hot and very familiar as he broke away only to trail kisses down her neck. "Oh I wondered perhaps if the existence of a wife, you might have changed your mind." But a thought crossed his mind, and he snorted out a chuckle. "So does this make you my mistress?" His tone was dramatic, and he didn't think Daphne would honesty care, although he did feel some irritation throbbing around the mark on his shoulder.
With her hand around his cock, he thrust into it as he brought his lips back to hers. His thumb slid up her thigh, trailing across her folds and pressing against her clit. "I'm not lazy... It's economy of effort. All the better to shag you harder if someone else does all the menial tasks." His other hand was pulling down her robes, exposing her luscious breasts. He closed his eyes and let out a soft little moan.