Smiling, Boomer shifted his body to his left and licked her dryer nipple once, then again, then finally kissed it. Not wanting the other breast to feel lonely, he slipped his hand around and up her body, holding her breast gently. The soft flesh was yielding and malleable, moving and reforming to his fingers' slow movements. Only kissing her nipple wasn't enough, for either of them he thought. So his tongue again touching her hard pink pebble.