Carbon dioxide makes a mosquito think of the warm exhalations of a person relaxing with a book in a hammock, and they follow it.

Sleep was just seeping into her mind when she flopped over hastily, fumbling in the dark until she met the warm exhalation of Weld's breath.

Now his warm exhalations caressed the back of my neck.

She felt the warm exhalation of his breath, slightly phosphorus-laden.

At first she felt a strong pang of grief, thinking him dead, but a closer look showed his chest to be gently rising and falling, and also brought her within range of his warm exhalation.

I felt his breath play over my knuckles, a warm exhalation of pleasure at my acceptance.

From their mixt breath warm exhalations rise.

I fancied I could even smell the warm exhalations of the drystone walls.

Lost in admiration, she breathed on him, a warm, slow exhalation that washed his throbbing rod.

Her warm exhalations caressed his chest, their intoxicating sweetness a tangible entity that prodded his memory, like a gentle reminder of the family he couldn't quite banish from his mind.