Crystal stared down at her hand, the soft pressure of his mouth still clinging to the skin.

He was aware of the soft pressure of her hands in his.

They're ripe when the skin is nearly black and the fruit yields to soft pressure.

He put a hand over hers, giving it a soft lingering pressure.

Just a lovely little sensation, the soft pressure of the lips on my skin.

He felt the soft warm pressure of her hand on his shoulder.

And that almost caused his death, for the soft pressure which supported him failed.

It was a soft pressure that would not go away.

Then a soft pressure, nothing more than a feeling of settling back in their seats.