The silent language of lovers.  Sometimes a moan, or a sigh, or even just a movement.  Each and everyone conveying a special meaning, a special communication between two individuals who have become as one.<br/><br/>As Kozzy leans in to me I know instantly that I need to back off slightly, while her lips and teeth on my neck encourage me, re-assure me that all is well, that she wants me to continue.<br/><br/>I immediately release her breast from the strong milking action, opening my hand and allowing her breast to snuggle into the palm.  Then using her weight I compress her breast against her rib cage - not something that is easily accomplished given the firmness of her breast, then close my fingers and thumb encasing all of her breast within the firm grip of my hand.