Taking Harriet’s answer as a challenge, Daphne leaned down to her neck once more. Slowly and gently, she placed a line of kisses up the line of Harriet’s neck. Each kiss lingered a little longer and her mouth opened a little wider. Then, Daphne began to suck harder and harder until she found the best spot. Sucking more firmly, she broke it once and a while to lick the spot. Her lips a small red and purple mark on Harriet’s neck.
Pulling back, Daphne observed her work with a proud smile.
“It is not nothing,” Daphne rebutted. She looked at Harriet, waiting for her to give in and tell her.
Feeling the other girl fidget beneath her, she was happy that getting Daphne off had turned on Harriet. Daphne had to wonder what Harriet would be like if she came. Would she be loud? Would her eyes pinch shut? Would she scream?
“You can. It looks like you need to be touched,” Daphne whispered, her lips near Harriet ear. Her lips took the tender lobe and sucked lightly. Then her tongue began to trace the shell of it.
“I have heard that girls came please each other another way,” Daphne hinted.