She hasn't even got a mouth left to give the kiss of life to.

His mouth left hers, and both of them gasped for breath.

She tasted her own blood when his mouth left hers.

When his mouth left hers at last, she felt the shudder that rocked through him.

His mouth had left a dark wet patch on the blue pocket.

After a while his mouth left hers and sought her ear.

His mouth left hers only to change angles and probe deeper.

He was humming, trying to mouth the words, though there wasn't enough mouth left to form many of them.

His mouth hadn't left her ear and he whispered more encouragement.

"I have to wake up," she managed when his mouth left hers to cruise over her throat.