Felt the baby skin on top, the long, hard muscles beneath.
He turned to her, hard muscles gleaming in the sunlight.
He was conscious of the hard muscles along her upper arms.
All hard muscle, my dear, not a patch of fat on him!
She could feel the hard muscles in his body working as he twisted.
She ran her hands along his chest, feeling the hard muscle, and the questions flared again.
The next he was a god come to life, his skin satin over hard muscle.
The hard muscles of a farm hand were not what a man used to swing a blade.
She remembered stroking her hands over the hard muscles of his body.
Lots of hard muscle there; the guy had thirty pounds on him, easy.
