She moved to meet him, pressing her hips up to his.

He could feel the curve of her hip pressed against him.

I climbed in beside her, where we sat with our hips pressed together.

His hands were pressing my hips, then releasing, moving me back and forth on him.

He pulled her close and pressed his hips against her.

Reynard pressed his hips closer to her, and she could feel that one part of him certainly wasn't dead.

His hands moved lower, pressing her hips against his stomach.

Wanting more, she pressed her hips into his hand.

She pressed her hips against him, making slow, small circles, and the papers on the floor were forgotten.

She pressed her hips to his, the need for completion making her frantic.