Quotes About Intimacy

There are definite advantages to single beds." He sat up abruptly and arranged her legs around his waist. "Makes cuddling mandatory.

I don't think sleeping with you is going to solve anything," she said, stopping at the guest bedroom door. "I don't really care what you think.

White on rice. Green on grass. Sheets on a bed. Him on her.

The man lived like a monk. And made love like a sinner.

Mi Corazon. Mi alma. Son tuyos." My heart. My soul. They are yours, he whispered against the generous curve of her breast as a million sensations, all of them hot, all of them rich, all of them straddling the razor-sharp edge of pain, ripped through his loins like a flash fire and stripped him of everything but consciousness. "Tuyo. Todo que tengo es tuyo." Yours. Everything I have is yours.

There are definite advantages to single beds." "Makes cuddling mandatory.

Do things to me, Luke. Do things that will make us forget everything going on outside this room.

What's the matter, Garrett? Am I getting a little too close to the truth?" "What you're getting a little too close to is a spanking.

When he pulled away from the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers, still holding her. "Nothing's going to happen to you as long as I'm drawing breath, Buttercup." "Gosh. I bet you say that to all the computer nerds." He grinned. "Nah. Just the ones who smell good and wear my hickeys on their breasts.

Christ. How did it happen that in less than a week one small, stubborn redhead had managed to scrape away his insulating calluses, set his lifeblood flowing again, and force him to feel something other than numb?

I think of how sometimes God puts people together, maybe more often than we realize. We can disregard it, lie to ourselves, find the reasons why it's impractical. But something within the creation of them connects. I've been afraid of it. There is something fearful in revealing our true selves, allowing others to peer intimately inside. It takes such trust, and none of us are completely trustworthy.

The love bank starts over every day. You have to fill it up for each other like yesterday didn't matter. Like tomorrow might not come. You have to give everything you have and not leave a single thing until tomorrow.

If he had a wife, he'd have warmth in his bed, to be sure. But if he had a wife, he'd have a wealth of other problems. Like having a wife.

but in spite of all that we still loved each other. You can't switch those feelings off.

Being with him is like slipping on her favourite fleecy dressing gown and she worries that if she takes it off, she'll be cold and naked and vulnerable

My heart feels not so much in my chest as in my hands. I am carrying it along swiftly, as though I have become the messenger for what is going on inside me.

See, there's three lights now where there was only two before.' I look out across the sea. There, the two lights are blinking as before, but with another, steady light, shining in between. 'Can you see it?' he says. 'I can,' I say. 'It's there.' And that is when he puts his arms around me and gathers me into them as though I were his own.

I got lost in him, and it was the kind of lost that's exactly like being found.

He smiled down into her eyes and she looked right at him and she knew him. When hadn't she known him? With a little sigh of acceptance, she moved into his arms, meeting his eager kiss with a mouth that was just as greedy as him

Emma hung up and hugged her pillow tight to her chest. He shouldn't be making her feel this special and desired. He was just a friend. Right, just a friend. She wasn't even fooling herself anymore.

Is there a word? A friend, a companion, or maybe just a sharer. What good are words? I mean, I think people often try to find through sex, things that are much easier to find in other ways.

Happily for you, dear girl, that isn't the case here. You're perfectly safe. I might hurt you—no, let me amend that, I'm definitely going to hurt you, but I would never harm you." Jaime

Can you imagine yourself in such a scenario? Living the lifestyle 24/7? Sleeping bound in chains, your every move dictated by another? Your body, heart and soul the possession of a Master who wouldn't hesitate to take what he wanted, but also to give you what you need, what you crave, what you were born for?" "Oh my god

Your hands are not your own,'" Jaime quoted. "'Neither your breasts, nor, above all, is any orifice of your body, which we are at liberty to explore and into which we may, whenever we so please, introduce ourselves.'" "Precisely!