Jimmy held himself up with his knees, and elbows, as to not crush the life out of Rulya. He grabbed her left breast with one hand, and sucked on her right nipple like a starving newborn otter.
Between her moans, she took sharp breaths every time he grabbed her nipple with his teeth, and pulled on it. Her heart got more and more worked up every time he let go of her nipple.
The anticipation, the pregnant pause as she helplessly looked at him, was strong. There was a great desperation in her eyes for him to gently bite her nipple again, as if the two seconds between the cycle of biting lasted an eternity.
Rulya had quit avoiding eye-contact, because she felt loved, cared for, and was aching for things to go further.
"You really l-love my breasts? Oh…" She asked. "Are you f-faking it?"
"Am I?" He taunted her. "You tell me."
