Her shyness evaporated with the darkness, and her legs parted willingly to allow his eager fingers to probe between them.

They parted willingly, preferring the water below to the killing blades of a drow elf.

She willingly parted her lips and let the passion within her burst into life.

And I never parted willingly with any object, unless it was a duplicate.

Her lips were warm and soft, and they parted willingly under his gentle assault.

Closing her eyes, she melted into his embrace, willingly parted her mouth for him - and she truly hadn't known, until now, how many ways there were to kiss - or what a gloriously long time it would take to discover them all.