She pulled the sheet up over his waist, stood there looking down at him for qmoment.

His arm was heavy where it lay over my waist.

Then he felt her small hands sliding over his waist.

Rolling onto his side, he draped an arm over her waist.

As his hands moved over her waist she sighed and opened her eyes.

His arm, the comforting weight of it, over her waist.

His hands moved over her waist, down to her thighs.

She caught his body as it dropped over her waist.

The man would hold his left hand over his waist while doing this.

He lay beside me, one arm over my waist.