Instead of a blow, his fingers sifted ever so slowly through her hair, as though weighing each strand as if it were precious gold.

His fingers idly sifted through her mane of dark red hair.

When she was naked, his fingers sifted through the soft triangle of hair and caressed the slender thighs.

Her fingers sifted through Skye's hair, absently stroking and braiding.

His fingers sifted in her hair as she burrowed against him.

Her fingers sifted through the thick, dark strands at his nape.

She slid over him while his fingers sifted through her silky waterfall of dark red hair.

His fingers sifted through the silken threads of her hair.

His fingers sifted through the curling ends of her soft hair.

My fingers sifted through old paper cups and all sorts of garbage until I found what I wanted.