Dumarest took the bottle and held it to his closed lips.

He looked at me and smiled with closed lips.

She stared back, and he could almost see the arguments pushing against her closed lips.

She thought she heard a sigh escape his closed lips.

He opened his mouth over hers, and she made a little sound of dissent through her closed lips.

He gave her a smile, a small wan upturning of closed lips.

He smiled again, this time with closed lips: his eyes behind the spectacles were steely.

His tongue was like moist sandpaper against her closed lips.

He blew air through his closed lips, making them flutter.

He blew air between his closed lips and looked down at the tablecloth.