His warm hands slid under her jacket, caressing her back through the thin T-shirt.
She waited for him to release her, but his lips moved across her cheek and down her neck with soft caressing kisses.
He chuckled softly as he pulled her closer, his hand gently caressing her back.
His hands slid up her arms, gently caressing her shoulders.
His hand moved down her side to her waist and then down to her leg, caressing the back of her knee in a delightful way.
She wanted more of Jule's magic caressing her from the inside, and his soft skin caressing her on the outside.
For a moment he cradled her in his arms, caressing her back.
She moaned softly in her sleep and smiled, caressing his arm.
Finally he lifted his hands and cradled her face in them, the thumbs gently caressing her cheeks.
She stood spread-eagle until it shrank to fit her, shuddered at the creepy sensation of life-like silk caressing her skin, and hurried out of the bathroom.
Instead, he took her face in his hands, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.
The hand left her breast, caressing its way down her side, pausing briefly on her waist and then continuing down her hip.
He held her close for a while, caressing her hair and back ... crooning to her as if she were a child.
Slowly his warm fingers left her chin and worked their way down her neck, caressing and exciting her further.
The wounds healed as she watched, his magic caressing her from the inside in a way that—she was embarrassed to admit—was arousing.
Her scent still lingered in the air, and he could almost feel her hands on his body again, caressing him in a way that turned him from a god in control of himself into a fawning teenager.
His gaze returned Carmen, following the line of the bodice and caressing her neck.
I remember his caressing touch as he led me from tree to tree, from vine to vine, and his eager delight in whatever pleased me.
What meant still more to him was that he sought and did not find in himself the former tenderness for his son which he had hoped to reawaken by caressing the boy and taking him on his knee.
In cellars and storerooms similar men were busy among the provisions, and in the yards unlocking or breaking open coach house and stable doors, lighting fires in kitchens and kneading and baking bread with rolled-up sleeves, and cooking; or frightening, amusing, or caressing women and children.
For three weeks Natasha remained constantly at her mother's side, sleeping on a lounge chair in her room, making her eat and drink, and talking to her incessantly because the mere sound of her tender, caressing tones soothed her mother.