they laugh , gasp for breath , he licks her ear lobes and she palm-surfs on his back , fingers dive and pinch his buttocks , loving the length of him , feeling buried by him but not submerged , actually emerging through him , and he is molding her , moving her soft-lands and entering into her , right hand calmly touching her panther hairs , parting her and feeling within her , finding that wet warmth which enters his hands and fills them with artists power , for he moves her and she is pleased .