The skirt is black, while the waist is mostly yellow, trimmed with delicate lavender chiffon, and black velvet bows and lace.
His voice was rough, but the arm that encircled her waist held her gently.
Slipping a hand around her waist, he helped her down the hall and across the living room.
She was built the way a woman should be: shapely, with large breasts, plump lips, tiny waist, and rounded hips and ass.
He was naked from the waist up and sweaty, a combination that made her sit up and pay attention.
His tapered waist and hips and washboard abs were on display, along with the wide chest and thick back.
His arms slipped around her waist, drawing her back against him.
Grasso lifted Molly by her waist band with one hand and literally tossed her into the van before slamming it shut.
The waist is trimmed with pink and green brocaded velvet, and white lace, I think, and has double reefers on the front, tucked and trimmed with velvet, and also a row of tiny white buttons.
Bordeaux lay against her back, one arm around her waist and one leg thrown carelessly over hers.
She possessed a head of coal black hair, tied in a single braid that extended below her waist, dark eyes, and a smile that lit up the room.
Bare to the waist, Dean trembled in the cool mountain air until someone tossed him an old flannel shirt that smelled of sweat and cigarettes.
One of these, a nimble little man, was wearing a blue coat tied round the waist with a rope.
He grabbed her waist and drew her close.
Finally his big hands left her waist and moved to her shoulders, working out the stiffness in them, and then on to the back of her neck.
Alex grabbed Carmen by the waist and lifted her out, standing her gently on the ground.
In the chariot rode Ozma and Dorothy, the former in splendid raiment and wearing her royal coronet, while the little Kansas girl wore around her waist the Magic Belt she had once captured from the Nome King.
Under the gleaming icons stood a long invalid chair, and in that chair on snowy- white smooth pillows, evidently freshly changed, Pierre saw--covered to the waist by a bright green quilt--the familiar, majestic figure of his father, Count Bezukhov, with that gray mane of hair above his broad forehead which reminded one of a lion, and the deep characteristically noble wrinkles of his handsome, ruddy face.
Carmen let loose of his waist, moving away from the unclean thought.
There was no need to hold on to her, but his arm around her waist was welcome all the same.
He sighed heavily and rolled over, putting an arm around Carmen's waist and snuggling close to her.
His warm hands dropped to her waist and slid to the back, pulling her gently against him.
The off-the-shoulder style with its white lace made the most of her newly acquired tan, and the shiny black belt and full skirt made her waist look small.
His warm hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against him.
His hands gripped her waist, drawing her close.
She gripped him around the waist, wishing she could crush the breath from him.
He stepped closer, slipping his other hand around her waist, and pulled her gently against him.
He dropped her hands and grabbed her waist, pulling her close.
He gently disentangled his arms from her hands and gripped her waist, pulling her close.
She accepted his warm hand and welcomed the way it slipped around her waist once she stood.
Alex grabbed Carmen's waist and pulled her back a few steps.
Pierre, girt with a rope round his waist and wearing shoes Karataev had made for him from some leather a French soldier had torn off a tea chest and brought to have his boots mended with, went up to the sick man and squatted down beside him.
Prince Andrew entered a plain tidy room and saw at the table a man of forty with a long waist, a long closely cropped head, deep wrinkles, scowling brows above dull greenish-hazel eyes and an overhanging red nose.
"I have the pleasure of being already acquainted, if the countess remembers me," said Prince Andrew with a low and courteous bow quite belying Peronskaya's remarks about his rudeness, and approaching Natasha he held out his arm to grasp her waist before he had completed his invitation.
Instead of putting an arm around her waist and drawing her close, he turned away from her.
Lydia Larkin was bent over at the waist, hardly able to stand, clutching her mid-section.
She nodded, hugging his lean waist until they had to let go at the bedroom door.
He leaned forward, his hand finding her waist, and drew her toward him.
There was a soft step behind her, and then his hands were on her waist, his thumbs nimbly working the tense muscles.