Quotes About Intimacy

She wrapped her legs around his hips. Wrapped her arms around his shoulders. And she kissed him. This time, the pleasure was his. A deep, wrenching pleasure that washed over him as he climaxed inside of her. The release blinded him and fucking seemed to gut him as it went on and on, hollowing out his body. When the climax ended, he didn't release her. Because he wasn't letting her go, not ever again.

He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her legs. Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth… His fingers slid over her core. Pushed inside her sex. So wet. So hot. She clamped down on him and held tight.

As many times as I want," Drake told her, voice rough and dark. "Until you can't breathe without feeling me on every inch of your body.

Heaven and hell could wait. He had paradise right there in his arms.

Her mouth lifted from his, a few inches. "What makes you think…" Iona asked him quietly, "that I would let you die by any hand other than my own?

And if I could control everything," his voice was for her alone, "then I'd already have gotten you, naked, under me, and I wouldn't be so wild with lust that I want to rip apart my own best friend…because you're about to put your mouth on him.

I've been dying to know," he said again, "how you taste." Oh, hell. Her right hand grabbed the back of his head, and she yanked him down toward her. Their mouths met. Open. Ready. Lips kissed. Tongues licked. And—damn! Yes, she wanted. The control she'd held so tightly began to crack. She jerked in her seat, struggling to press against him. He took her mouth. Tasted her. Tormented her. And she met him. No, she fought him, fought him for more.

Then his hands were around her waist as he lifted her up. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her. Wow, didn't realize the man was so strong, didn't know— She licked his throat. Screw it. Lora wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock pushed against her, pressing right at the wet entrance to her sex. She arched toward him just as Kenton slammed deep. So deep. She bit her lip to hold back the scream. Skin to skin. Hot. Slick. So full.

The first time she'd seen him, she'd looked into his eyes and thought—He can handle all my darkness. He won't ever be afraid of what I tell him.

The way I feel about you-it's wild and it's dark. I want you with me all the time. I want your body, your heart. I want you to need me as much as I need you.

she gasped. Zero to implosion. She whispered his name, she rode that blast of pleasure and still…she wanted.

His bigger body dwarfed hers, but he'd always been so careful when they touched. When they made love. His strength had always been in check.

Elijah's hand lifted, and he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. His hand lingered at her cheek. A shiver slid over her. "Are you cold?" Not even a little bit.

Nice and easy," he whispered. "The kiss doesn't have to mean a thing." Her lips parted. That's the problem. He might be done with their relationship, but she wasn't. Everything about him still meant something to her. She started to tell him just that—

Claire was his, and that was only fitting because the woman truly owned him, body and soul.

You're the one who is scared. Scared that if you're not careful, you'll actually let down that guard of yours, and maybe then it won't just be about the best sex of our lives. Maybe it will be about something more. But I guess we won't ever find out, will we?

Her lips were soft, the caress so very light. Intimate. Loving. I love her. He realized the truth in that instant. It wasn't just an obsession. Not for him. He wanted her safe. He wanted her happy. And he never wanted her to fear monsters in the world ever again.

Can't. Come. Yet. He had to be inside her before he came, and she—she had to be on her second orgasm by then.

It's completely up to your partner whether or not to share this information with anyone else.

This is the part where I kiss you.

with her hormones and possibly even with

Miranda: You say you were my guardian angel. Does that mean you watched me all the time? Like when I got my period or doctored a zit or took a shower or- Zachary: I'm an angel, not a Peeping Tom.

Do you believe in God?' 'I believe in kissing you.

I just want my relationship to be more for myself rather than a public statement.