What is "open-mouthed"

Usage examples of "open-mouthed".

His sword trailed in his paralyzed hand as he glared, open-mouthed, stunned by the realization which was too abysmal and awful for the mind to grasp.

In her play-hours, she invariably had every child in the establishment at her heels, open-mouthed with admiration and wonder,--not excepting Miss Eva, who appeared to be fascinated by her wild diablerie, as a dove is sometimes charmed by a glittering serpent.

There was yet another George on board, in the forecastle, and, in response to pushes from curious friends below, he came up, and regarded the fair duettists open-mouthed.

Eve, she was doing the kantirs of a fourth-level water flowing pattern when she saw Ghillie, upside down from her position at that moment, staring at her open-mouthed around the newel of the spiral stair.

Smith, all three of them pale and shocked, at the rednecked sheriff and his open-mouthed deputy, and at the white-haired old Doc Goudge, standing with a blackjack in his hand, over the unconscious form of his brother.

The crowd stared literally open-mouthed, lost in eager stillness, as though they had expected the great guerrillero, the famous Pedrito, to begin scattering at once some sort of visible largesse.

The chantor broke off his song and stared, and their Rebbe stood open-mouthed at his lectern.

Open-mouthed, Sideling and Moshart were staring at the pool of gems upon the floor, realizing that they would be incriminated with Radbard, even though they had never seen those gems before.

Trennick, too, stared open-mouthed, for he had never been privileged to look at the Neutralizer before.

Relin- quishing her breasts, he slid lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses over her waist, pausing at her navel to probe evocatively with his tongue, until she sobbed and sank her fingers into his shoulders.

A naked girl stood before the Earth gate, scanning about her in open-mouthed, round-eyed terror.

Next moment, before we could do anything towards saving them, the huge and furious creature was up again and making open-mouthed at the poor girl, who was struggling in the water.

Hearing his breath suck in, she nipped his bottom lip, then his chin, moving further down, taking the small sting of her bites away with concupiscent, open-mouthed kisses.

Relinquishing her breasts, he slid lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses over her waist, pausing at her navel to probe evocatively with his tongue, until she sobbed and sank her fingers into his shoulders.

Deepening their kiss to an open-mouthed Frencher, tongues pushing and shoving as he tried to win back a little dominance, she tangled her fingers into his coal black hair.