Her fingers would have pulled free, but could not move.

The fingers pulled back, the body rolled, and Jack was free.

His fingers pulled gently through the waves of my hair.

The fingers closed around a metal bar there, and pulled.

The fingers of his right hand pulled her inexorably toward him.

She had no choice, her finger pulling back on the trigger.

Her fingers pulled and dragged at his clothes as if she couldn't bear to have anything between them.

My straining fingers at last pulled the stone out of the wall.

The fingers of his mind renewed their grip, and pulled again.

She put both hands to her face, fingers pulling the skin taut.