Daphne couldn’t help but wonder how long the kiss was going to last. Besides the bliss of it, a hint of competitiveness crept into her mind. She wasn’t going to be the one to break the kiss.
Between gentle licks, she simply let her lips rest against Sara’s. Sara’s breathing tickled slightly and it made her grin a few times into the kiss. Deciding to relax too, she let herself down gently and rest against Sara. Her right hand moved to thread its fingers with Sara’s as her free hand rested on her tummy.
Daphne’s fingers curled, like a kitten kneading, against Sara’s shirt.