His fingers stroked her hair as if she were a child.
His fingers stroked a path through her short, red hair.
Her fingers stroked the arm of the chair, as though it were a live thing.
She cried out, and her fingers stroked through his hair.
The fingers of his right hand stroked the first string.
His fingers stroked her to flash point, and everything happened at once.
His fingers stroked my hand as he pulled the other glove on.
Verna's fingers stroked the side of his face in answer.
The fingers at the back of her neck had stroked some wild nerve to life.
Then, once again, she felt the caressing fingers stroking her body.
