Jules' pov
I watched as Elio slipped his hand from his hoodie before tugging his hoodie up to reveal his nipples. They were hard and pinkish.
My eyes twitched as I watched him dribble spit from his tongue till it landed on his nipple. He threw his head back as he massaged the spit into his nipple, letting out a cry that sounded so much like a whimper as he took the nipple between his thumb and index finger to squeeze down on it, back arching as he let out another sound.
My mouth grew even dry as I watched him, eyes wide and filled with awe.
His mouth was hanging open, pant after pant kept leaving his throat. It was clear that he wasn't putting on an act, that his nipples are indeed sensitive.
I never imagined for a moment that nipples could be that sensitive. That thought made a bubbly feeling settle in my stomach.
Would my nipples be as sensitive as Elio's nipples?
