Phoebe wasn't thinking about leaving a mark either, just thinking about sucking on Jessie's neck and hearing the little sounds she made. She shifted underneath her, feeling that ache between her thighs that she knew all too well.
"Nngnh, that feels so good," she whined. Part of her wanted to take her shirt off, feel what Jessie's hand would feel like against bare skin. But common sense prevailed. This was the first time they'd even really interacted.
She pulled back, gently rolling until Jessie was laying beside her rather than on top of her. "We should maybe talk about this," she said reluctantly. "This is the most I've ever done with anyone, and I think it's the same for you. Right? And don't get me wrong, I like what we're doing. A lot. But I don't want to like, go all the way on the first time we're hanging out?"
But she couldn't help smirking as she moved her hand to make sure that Jessie's hand stayed right where it was: on her breast, caressing her nipple with her thumb. "But you can leave that there while we talk," she teased.