Lips Sentence Examples

His lips twisted into a wry smile.

His warm lips brushed her forehead.

Pulling his head down, she met warm lips again and surrendered to the passion he always managed to arouse.

Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her close - his lips seeking hers hungrily.

He slowly lowered his head, and when his lips touched hers, they were warm and firm.

Your lips are turning blue!

Lowering his head, his lips touched hers.

He pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query.

Of course, Alex didn't have any gray hair yet, and his lips were fuller - more defined.

That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of humor.

For a moment she surrendered to his warm lips and secure embrace, clinging to him as her heart stepped up pace.

For a moment his warm lips felt reassuring, and then reality broke the spell.

It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips;--not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.

As his fingers traced a warm tingly path to the back of her dress, hers traced his lips.

He planted a lingering kiss on her lips and drew back.

That wide-eyed innocent look and those full lips reminded him of a fairytale princess.

Far from the grouchy expression he had put on at the beginning of the ride, now his eyes flashed with humor, and his lips were twisted in a friendly smile.

I moved my lips and gesticulated frantically without result.

These are the lips of the lake, on which no beard grows.

She moistened her lips.

When Dorothy gently touched her nose and ears and lips they seemed to be well and delicately formed.

My thoughts would often rise and beat up like birds against the wind, and I persisted in using my lips and voice.

Turning, she put her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

When she glanced at him, he was eyeing her, a wry smile twisting his lips.

Alex looked surprised for a moment and then his lips clamped together firmly.

She slipped eagerly into his arms and their lips met hungrily.

He bent his head and brushed her lips lightly with his own.

Once again he lowered his head, but this time his lips lingered on hers, searching for a response.

When his warm lips met hers, she returned his kiss passionately.

His warm lips kissed their way down her neck and across her shoulder.

He stood, and when she looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed her lips.

His hands gently pulled her head back and before she comprehended his intent, he kissed her lips.

His lips brushed the top of her hand lightly.

She slipped her arms around his neck and forced his lips down harder on her own.

His admiring gaze sent a smile to his lips.

Augustine said this could not be the case because he could neither hear Ambrose nor see his lips moving.

Saying this he again turned round, dropped his hands, took the bottle and lifted it to his lips, threw back his head, and raised his free hand to balance himself.

When he released him Prince Andrew saw that Kutuzov's flabby lips were trembling and that tears were in his eyes.

The stout man rose, frowned, shrugged his shoulders, and evidently trying to appear firm began to pull on his jacket without looking about him, but suddenly his lips trembled and he began to cry, in the way full-blooded grown-up men cry, though angry with himself for doing so.

A long sigh escaped her lips as she slid back down under the covers.

Relief brought a smile to her lips.

He groaned and captured her lips again.

Alex pulled her too him, his lips seeking hers hungrily.

His lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath.

He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her roughly against him and kissed her lips in a demanding way that roused more anger than anything else.

She touched her lips.

Roxanne smiled, and that tiny dimple danced at the corner of her full lips.

His lips found hers, warm and searching for a response.

And yet, his lips had already told her in another way.

An idea brought a mischievous smile to her lips.

He paused with the spoon half way to his lips and raised one brow.

He wasn't going to leave until she did as he told her, so she removed the lid and tipped the canteen to her lips.

She touched her swollen lips and winced.

Bordeaux glanced at her lips and smiled.

Why weren't his lips swollen and cracking?

Here, put some of this on your lips.

Which would be worse, an uneasy stomach or split lips?

Slowly he lowered his head to hers and his lips found hers - warm and questioning.

He pulled her close again, kissing her lips while one hand fumbled with the buttons on her pants.

Her throat was dry and her lips swollen.

His lips formed a hard line and his eyes turned cold.

I was about to deny, but she put a finger to my lips.

His eyes scoured her face, lingered on the plump lips he had tasted, and glanced lower at the healthy bosom pressed to his chest.

His lips quivered and he began to cry.

It is like the kiss of warm lips on my face.

He laughed in his usual dry, cold, unpleasant way, with his lips only and not with his eyes.

Pressing his lips together he made that effort for the twenty-thousandth time and lay down.

He was a stout, dark, red- faced peasant in the forties, with thick lips, a broad knob of a nose, similar knobs over his black frowning brows, and a round belly.

On seeing his daughter he moved his helpless lips and made a hoarse sound.

He muttered unceasingly, his eyebrows and lips twitching, and it was impossible to tell whether he understood what was going on around him or not.

He was lying on his back propped up high, and his small bony hands with their knotted purple veins were lying on the quilt; his left eye gazed straight before him, his right eye was awry, and his brows and lips motionless.

He twitched her hand, and his brows and lips quivered angrily.

Then his lips and tongue moved, sounds came, and he began to speak, gazing timidly and imploringly at her, evidently afraid that she might not understand.

After hearing the matter, Kutuzov smacked his lips together and shook his head.

Humor danced in his eyes and twisted smooth lips.

His somber gaze met hers and then drifted to her lips.

Leaning forward, she lifted his chin with her other hand and kissed his lips.

The smile faded from his lips and he motioned for Jonathan to join him.

When Carmen's gaze returned to Dulce, the woman had a smug smile on her lips.

Dulce handed Carmen a picture, her face a study of emotion, but her lips revealing nothing.

Right now she'd like to kiss those smooth lips - and she might if she didn't know where they'd been last.

She eagerly slid into his embrace and welcomed the warm lips that sought hers.

She forced her lips to expel it.

His eyes flashed humor that obediently avoided his lips.

He turned, pausing with the cup of coffee half way to his lips.

His troubled gaze came back to her face, pacing from her eyes to her lips.

A wry smile twisted his lips, his gaze faintly annoyed.

His lips thinned to a straight line.

The smile returned to his lips.

He paused and kissed her on the lips.

She applied light colored lipstick and then put some on Destiny's lips.

His lips held a faint smile and his eyes twinkled.

Instead, he assisted her, his lips seeking hers urgently all the while.

Her ankle twisted painfully, forcing a quick cry of pain from her lips.

Connie pursed her lips and whistled softly.

She touched her lips with trembling fingers, her face burning.

Allen swallowed again, almost cringing as he licked his lips and turned desperate eyes on Lisa.

Her mouth went dry and she involuntarily licked her lips.

She waited for him to release her, but his lips moved across her cheek and down her neck with soft caressing kisses.

A sharp pain shot through her ankle and a cry escaped her lips as she dropped back to the ground.

Her arms encircled his neck, and her lips met his eagerly.

In spite of her resolve, her lips responded to his silent quest.

The more questions he asks, the tighter their lips.

His warm lips left hers and started down her neck, forcing a moan from hers.

She snuggled close to him and his lips found hers again.

The blue ice melted with warmth and a slow smile twisted his lips in an attractive way.

The smile melted from her lips and her body chilled.

But words never came to her lips, only long sobs.

The moment his lips touched hers, she was wide awake.

A slow smile came to his lips.

He cupped her face in his hands and brushed her lips lightly with his own.

She slipped her arms around his neck and whispered against his lips, "yes."

His eyes held a glint of humor that never crossed his lips.

The gray eyes held a glint of something more than humor, but his lips twisted into a satirical smile.

He pushed the hair from her neck and his lips sizzled a hot trail in its wake.

She moistened her lips with her tongue.

His warm lips found hers as he pulled her close.

He glanced up at her; the sun darkened face with its thin lips completely devoid of emotion.

She pursed her lips and whistled softly.

His eyes flashed with humor, but it was gone before it could reach his lips.

The answer came to her so quickly that it brought a smile to her lips.

His eyes expressed approval and the thin lips twitched in what she had grown to accept as a smile - fleeting as it was.

The lips twitched and a brow quirked.

He opened the envelope and read the note, his lips thinning down almost to nonexistence.

He glanced up sharply, his lips thinning down and his face paling.

His lips crushed down on hers, bruising them as his fingers dug into her shoulders.

A mental picture of Cade shopping for such items brought a smile to her lips.

She stood on her toes and stretched upward to kiss his lips.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek softly and she rolled her head, finally touching his lips briefly with hers.

Hesitantly he leaned forward again, softly brushing her lips with his.

His lips were warm.

Again he bent his head and his lips questioned hers gently at first, and then with more emotion when she responded.

Only this time his lips left hers and wandered to her neck, sending her heartbeat into frenzy.

He shook his head, a wry smile twisting his lips.

He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down, brushing her lips softly with his.

His lips were warm and inviting, and she involuntarily responded to their query.

It all appeared innocent until her feet touched the ground, and then he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as his lips sought hers hungrily.

His name came easily to her lips this time.

He met her gaze and his eyes warmed, his lips giving in to a smile.

Words of praise came more easily to his lips, but he still had trouble accepting praise.

Martha shouted, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me on the lips while I still clung on to my steering wheel.

Betsy kissed me on the lips and whispered, "I don't want to stay alone either."

She tipped it to her lips and emptied it.

I tried to say more but she put her finger to my lips as she wiped her face.

His gaze lingered on her lips, but he didn't move.

He felt the rise and fall of each breath and was inches from the slightly parted full lips just begging for a kiss.

A flash of cool energy zipped through him as their lips met.

Her lips grew hungrier, her breathing quickened, her body warmer.

She gazed at him, lips parted and face flushed.

He took in her features, gaze resting on her lips.

She leaned back to kiss him, the feel of her soft lips against his both infuriating and placating.

He kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips.

She pursed her lips.

She responded, shivering at the energy that fluttered through her when their lips touched.

His lips turned more demanding, and he took her hands in his.

Her eyes went to his lips.

The words died on her lips.

He glanced up at her, amusement in the upturned corner of his full lips.

He shifted his hand to her neck and held her in place, placing his bloodied wrist against her lips.

Sofia licked her lips, the rich flavor as ensnaring as his scent.

His lips brushed hers, and she felt something within her melt at the simple touch.

He nipped at her lips, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth.

His warm lips met hers, and she opened her eyes, surprised.

He searched her gaze and pursed his lips but lifted his chin toward the house.

Dusty pursed his lips, and Damian smiled.

Her eyes swirled with arousal, and her parted, plump lips threatened his resolve.

She twisted her head away as he dripped the blood over her lips.

She drank, and he lowered his wrist to her lips.

She ran her tongue over her gums then licked her lips.

She nuzzled the hand cupping her cheek, and his thumb traced her lips.

Her lips were red and her features flushed from the fever.

He approached her, eyes on her lips.

He ran one finger along her lips.

She spotted the maroon drops on the pad of one thumb and drew his hand up to her lips.

His eyes settled on the fangs resting on her lower lips.

He pressed the pad to her lips.

His black eyes scoured her features and lingered on her lips.

Leaning into him, she sighed when he placed his thumb at her lips.

She pressed her lips together for a moment.

She had forgotten not to smile and to keep her lips closed together.

He didn't drink long, and she nuzzled his neck then found his lips with her own.

Martha pursed her lips.

Martha nodded, her lips tight.

Dean's question was met with a smile and a kindergarten finger to Fred's shushing lips.

Fred put his finger to his lips.

She put her finger to her lips to quiet Dean.

Her lips were full, a perfect bow, and her large eyes steady and concerned.

She froze as their lips met.

Her lips were soft and warm, her body molded against his.

He loved that look, where her lips were plump from kissing and her cheeks flushed.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips nervously.

Her face was cold but her plump lips were warm, soft, her lips parting for him before he prodded them apart.

His velvety tongue was hot against her neck and her lips and as he pleasured her in ways she never experienced before.

The full lips curved into a shy smile as she stepped eagerly forward to meet him.

He lightly touched her lips with his.

She gripped his arms and pressed close to him, her warm lips seeking his.

Slowly her gaze lifted to lips, which were curved in a pleased smile that enlarged until it activated the dimple below his eye.

A wry smile twisted his lips.

When his warm lips pressed against the soft area behind her ear, she abandoned the knife and turned around, expecting to see a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

She pulled his head down and softly kissed his lips.

She turned her head, seeking and finding his lips again.

His response was a soft groan that vibrated delightfully against her lips.

He met her half the distance and folded her in a warm embrace, his lips seeking hers briefly.

When she looked up at him, he put an index finger to his lips indicating silence.

He chuckled again and kissed her lips.

He cut her scream short with a wet kiss planted over her lips.

The man waved a knife at her, an evil smile on his lips.

His lips were a bluish color.

He looked pale, but at least his lips looked normal.

Alex tipped his head back on the pillow and she kissed his unresponsive lips.

His lips twitched slightly as he leaned back.

His fingers squeezed hers again, and his lips twitched.

He lifted his chin to receive her kiss, but his lips didn't respond.

His lips twitched again.

His lips twitched as if he wanted to smile.

This time his lips responded with familiar warmth.

His contemplative gaze ran over her face and paused on her lips.

His eyes said what his lips could not.

Of course, Katie wouldn't know about the way he stroked her cheek or brushed her lips with his in such a tantalizing way.

He jerked the robe from her hand and pulled her close in an intimate embrace, forcing his lips down on hers hungrily.

He forced her face around, claiming her lips again.

He bent his head, his warm lips planting gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder.

His face was pale and his lips were tight.

She attempted to wet her dry lips with an equally dry tongue.

He pursed his lips and stared at the screen.

She molded her body to his, capturing his neck in her arms and forcing his lips to hers.

His lips were warm and tasted of sweetened coffee.

She touched his lips, not knowing whether he was awake enough to know he had spoken aloud.

Her steady gaze brought a smile to his lips and he set the book aside.

Her smile brought one to his lips.

She hugged his neck and welcomed his warm kiss with eager lips.

His eyes were twinkling with mirth and his lips were twisted into a sardonic smile.

She touched his lips lightly with her fingertips.

The stranger's kiss was light, his full lips warm and soft.

His gaze dropped to her lips, and his thumb followed, grazing the sensitive skin.

She wet her lips and nodded, unable to speak.

Magic flared through her as their lips met.

Andre pursed his lips in displeasure as Kris reappeared.

Andre pursed his lips again.

He pursed his lips then poured himself a shot and sat back to sip it.

Lankha licked its lips in satisfaction.

He winked as she passed and licked his lips.

He took away her pain first then shoved a water cube between her lips.

He groaned softly, licked his lips.

His lips traced the line from her neck to her jaw with small, hot kisses, sending exquisite shivers through her.

There was a pause before he kissed her lightly on the lips, his full lips oh-so-warm.

Before another insult could leave her lips, he kissed her, a commanding, intense kiss.

Any fear she might have felt disappeared when he rested his hand on her neck and brushed her cheek, then her lips, with his thumb.

His kiss was hot, demanding, and quick, his lips warm and soft.

He smacked his lips, his eyes glowing.

Both of them looked at Katie, and Kris pursed his lips.

Waiting for some sign of rejection, he lowered his head until his lips brushed hers.

She hesitated only a second more and leaned into him, parting her warm lips to receive his kiss.

Daniela.s lips were pursed and her frown deep.

He plied her lips gently, testing and encouraging, and she felt herself respond despite her indignation.

She yielded to his prodding and parted her lips for him.

He licked and nipped her lips, explored her mouth, and pulled her deeper and deeper into a state of compliance.

Her face deepened to crimson, and her dilating eyes dropped to his lips before flying up again.

A'Ran knew he should chide her as he would his sisters and remind her of her place, but the words died before reaching his lips.

At the moment he wanted nothing more than to reach out to her, and he was uncertain whether he wanted more to kiss those perfect lips or shake some sense into her.

She focused on his eyes as much as she wished to focus on his warm lips.

Her words died on her lips as she took in the deep worry lines and gaunt features of the man before her.

His words stung, and any further argument died on her lips as she realized how serious he was.

Finally, after a dab at her lips, she continued.

Cynthia crossed over to her husband, took his face in her hands and kissed him, hard on the lips.

Before they could comment, she rose, and putting a finger to her lips, whispered, "We mustn't let Claire know our little secret."

There is a spring in my step and a note on my lips, until I realize the awful truth of my situation and am forced to hold back my tears.

I long to share my secret with the one I so love, but then fear and doubt overtake me before the words will leave my lips.

The words fell from my lips as softly as the tears from my eyes, I so wished the world could know of the love I hold for you.

He turned but she pressed her open mouth against his lips, muffling his words, fiercely kissing him.

He sauntered down Main Street, the hint of a self-satisfied smirk playing across full, pink lips.

He pursed his lips at the two newborns.

He leaned in to her, brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, "I've got a closet full of Caracenis and Brionis at home."

He felt her shiver under his lips.

Jackson brought his lips to her ear.

Jackson put his index finger on her lips to silence her.

She pursed her lips in a pout, and then jumped up to a music cabinet and opened a drawer.

Jackson pursed his lips and tilted his head slightly.

Connor entered the room and Sarah ran to him, giving him a hug and peck on the lips.

Elisabeth slowly stood, leaned into him with her whole body, put her lips to his ear, and nibbled softly on his earlobe.

She brought her lips to his ear and rasped softly, "I'll be dipped in shit before I let a misogynist pig like you lay a hand on me."

He pretended to zip a zipper across his lips.

She took a sip, licked her lips, then studied the glass for a moment.

A sheepish smile tugged at his lips as he raked his fingers through his hair.

He held her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

The instant the word left his lips he cursed himself.

She brushed her lips up to his ear.

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

Elisabeth pursed her lips.

She lifted her lips to his ear, and through tears, whispered, "Promise you'll play for me often."

Sam pursed her lips.

He brought his index finger to his lips.

A chuckle escaped her lips.

He exhaled a long breath and tapped his index finger on his lips.

With a husky breath, she dropped to his lap, dove both hands into his hair and pulled his head back, planting a hard kiss on his lips.

Jackson tilted his head and pursed his lips.

His face softened and his lips turned up in a half smile.

Miriam pursed her lips then threw her hands up.

Jackson couldn't help but bring his lips to her ear.

With her lips touching his ear, Elisabeth whispered, "I don't know how to live without you."

Sarah pursed her lips.

The smile with those full lips was sad, sweet and somehow innocent.

Carmen ran bluntly manicured fingers through her cropped off curls as her tongue explored a new crack in her dry lips.

That's a strange thing to come from your lips.

The dark eyes began to twinkle and the smooth lips slowly twisted into a wry smile.

The smile on his lips charmed, but the dark eyes mocked her.

A slow smile twisted his lips and added a twinkle to his eyes.

His lips twisted into a smile as he helped Katie out.

Lifting the cup of fresh coffee to his lips, he glanced up at her.

Her lips parted, but the command to remove his hands never escaped her mouth.

The smile began in his eyes, then touched his lips, and finally the dimple appeared.

He moved toward her, his lips twisting into a sardonic smile.

He smelled faintly of cologne and leather and his lips were smooth and...

He pulled her close again and leaned down, softly brushing her lips with his.

Finally he kissed her softly on the lips - a questioning kiss, brief and timid.

It was on her mind to move away, but instead she found her face lifting to his - seeking out his lips.

His lips were warm and inviting and the hair on the back of his neck was silky soft.

Your lips are blue and your teeth are chattering.

Sure, but I want to hear it from your lips.