“To have and to hold…” such words had been thought and spoken long before they turned into a vow. It was what Eirene felt that night in regards to her pupil.  Daphne was hers to have and to hold for as long as their hearts beat in unison and their bodies vibrated at eachother’s touch.<br/><br/>With unexpected tremor, Daphne’s soft skin welcomed her probing fingers and lips, increasing Eirene’s wanton.  She yearned for her touch as much as the young girl craved to be released and feel her Mistress’ warmth, maybe even more, but Eirene would not succumb to such desires just yet.<br/><br/>Leaving the rosy tip, her fingers traced circular lines along the outer curve of Daphne’s breast, then just underneath, reaching for the solar plexus.  Eirene’s full lips followed shortly, while she leaned to taste and fully enjoy the soft flesh within her reach. It had come to no surprise that the Greek mistress kneeled in front of her lover, showering her with kisses and licks from the chest downwards, heading for the navel.  Both hands followed the movement, sliding along Daphne’s waistline and back, keeping her steady while Eirene basked in the sensation, in her delicious scent and taste.<br/><br/>There was nothing else for Daphne than to take all that was offered, deprived of her sight and bound, yearning for the delicious torment that would no doubt come to pass. Holding her frame tightly, Eirene pulled Daphne’s belly closer to her lips while they glided down, just below the navel.  She stopped before reaching the blonde curles between Daphne’s legs and gently blew over them. So close and intimate was the gesture, that Eirene herself couldn’t help but slightly tremble with anticipation. Then she planted a soft kiss on her lover’s nether lips.<br/>