Althea lifted a hand to point with one long graceful finger toward the back room.

Her long, graceful fingers slipped over the cool ivory beads.

They were small, delicate hands, with long, graceful fingers.

Soft, graceful fingers that he was dying to feel on his bare flesh.

He had the long, graceful fingers of a surgeon, or an artist.

Her long, graceful fingers closed around him, and a million nerve endings screamed at once.

With a long graceful finger of her other hand, she pointed.

She looked down, pleating the quilt between long, graceful fingers.

Both were silent for a moment and then the boy pointed to the garden with long graceful fingers.

Wait until you see his hands, and those clever, graceful fingers of his!