Her tongue traced the edges and slipped along his upper lip.

Her tongue traced the line of his upper lip, not seeking entry, merely tasting.

He felt the sweet, smiling curve of her lips as his tongue traced over her.

His tongue came out and delicately traced all around the button, finally moving over it in long, lazy strokes.

His tongue traced a slow, teasing circle on her lips.

She stirred, smiling dreamily as his tongue traced a delicate circle.

His tongue traced the outline of her mouth.

Then his tongue traced a lazy line over her lips and she wasn't capable of wondering.

Her tongue shot out and traced her own lips, taking in the residual taste of himself he'd left behind.

His fingers wiped the tears from my face, and his tongue traced their marks.