She was behind him, her steps soft against the floor.

His lips were soft against mine, with a comfortable familiarity.

And then, just like that, the soft stroking against her mind was gone.

Her mouth was soft against his and clung with something close to desperation when he started to pull away.

The night air was soft and warm against her hot face.

His voice was very soft, and very close, each word breathing out against my hands.

Her breath was soft and warm against his naked skin.

Her lips were very soft and moist against his, but she wouldn't open them.

Her breath was soft and warm against the side of my neck.

Her fair hair was soft and sweet against his cheek.