Her stomach pressed against his.
His stomach pressed against his shirt.
His stomach pressed urgently against his backbone, and he was tired, so tired-even that anger that never left him was not enough to overcome how tired he was.
Whoever was carrying her was strong; the man wasn't even breathing hard, and where her stomach was pressing against him, he felt hard as iron.
Jean-Claude's chest and stomach pressed against my back, the lace of his white shirt only a frame for our flesh.
For the better part of half an hour we lay there, our stomachs pressed to the cold stones that became sharper as the minutes lengthened.
A full stomach may press on your diaphragm and make it harder to breathe.
His stomach pressed hard against his backbone.
Her stomach pressed against her ribs.