Then she climbed above him again, the smooth warmth of her flesh against his own making him shiver with anticipation.

The warmth of his flesh sent a shiver through her.

The warmth of her soft flesh told him she was real, and he held on for a very long time.

He buried his face deeper against the warmth of her flesh, wanting to shroud himself there.

Then he slipped one arm around her waist, feeling the warmth of her flesh burn his skin.

The sweet warmth of her flesh unleashed the wild fever of desire in him again.

She felt the warmth of his bare flesh, but kept her back stiffly to him.

The warmth of her flesh made him feel the cold of his own even more keenly.

The warmth of her flesh next to mine filled me with desire.

It was the warmth of her flesh that called to him, the softness.