The room was dimly lit by large candles placed in silver holders intricately decorated to suit Eirene's taste. She also let incence to burn, giving their nightly play a sort of ritualistic nature. Daphne's milky skin glowed entincingly while Eirene approached her, tenderly touching the girl's lower lip with her finger. The delicate jawline, the slender neck and shoulders, Daphne's pert breasts with their rosy tips and her feminine, young waistline...everything inspired youth, innocence, girlishness. Eirene's gaze stopped at the thin curls between Daphne's shapely legs, admiring  the delicate curve of her body.  She heard her answer and it made her smile, it made her heart melt just as the wax of her candles was melting beneath the flames.<br/><br/>The girl's anticipation was delectable. She was with a few good centimeters shorter than Eirene and even so,  with her body gently stretched upwards in front of her mistress, Daphne's eyes merely reached the level of Eirene's nose. The Greek mistress had to lower her head to the side  in order to kiss those rosy full lips, to have a long awaited taste of  their nectar. She felt Daphne's increasing excitement, her passion barely contained in that delicate frame of hers and planned to set it aflame like one would blow over an open fire. Wet, moist lips would press against slightly parted ones and as Eirene's tongue gently explored the upper teeth and the inside of her lover's lip, making its way towards the back of her mouth, her right hand gripped the back of her neck while the left one firmly cupped her right breast.<br/><br/>Eirene's long fingers molded into the soft, smooth flesh, the thumb slowly reaching for the rosy tip to gently brush over it. As the pleasurable sensation increased in Daphne's chest, sending wave upon wave of excitement into her whole body, the mistress' tongue explored deeper into her wanton mouth, tasting the sweetness of her young lover.<br/>There was a certain feeling of exhilaration, the thrill of the chase ending up with Eirene's savouring her prey which was now bound and willing. And it wasn't just Daphne's beauty or naivete  which made her so much different from the previous playthings, but for the first time the older woman basked in the sensation of being in love.<br/><br/>She broke the kiss, keeping her hands just as they were before, the right caressing Daphne's neck, brushing the fingers against her smooth skin as it traced a spiral towards the jawline. Her left hand continued to play with the erected tip while she gazed straight at thge girl's features, hoping to pull out a sound of pleasure from her lips. The blindfold didn't allow for any expression, but Eirene was pleased with just the sound of Daphne's hurried breath and with her heaving chest.<br/><br/>"How much more?" she finally whispered back, the flicker in her eye an expression of her increasing lust.