A breath, something less than a breeze, tickled at his arms and legs.

His breath tickled the back of my neck as he leaned forward.

Red leaned close to me and his breath tickled my ear.

Every time he whispers something, another breath tickles her ear.

And when her breath tickled his ear, he couldn't hold back the groan.

His breath tickled the fine hair on Vale's right ear.

Presently he leaned toward me, so that his breath tickled my ear.

Then a breath like a soft groan tickled her ear.

"You're a beautiful man," she whispered, her breath tickling his neck.

He stood and leaned over until his breath tickled her skin when he spoke.