So why did they A strong, warm hand fell on his back.

Her warm hand was still on his, the physical contact felt good; he did not pull away.

But she also knows the feeling of his warm little hand in hers.

She took both of them in her firm, warm hands.

Then a little warm hand slipped into his and he heard her voice.

"What am I going to do without your warm hands?"

She'd said so as she had run her warm, soft hands over his body.

It felt good against his hot skin, like a warm hand.

The warm hand under his turned and closed, holding him fast.

Their power pressed against me like a great, warm hand.