Quotes About Intimacy

Be careful," he said. Bess looked at him. "I think it's too late for that." He smiled. Then he kissed her, right there on the porch where the whole world could see. Right on the mouth. Right where she wanted.

I have suffered the touch of some and embraced it from others.

Oh my God, you are such a dork," she said, ran to the bedroom, and brought back his shirt. "Ah, thank

Don't use the buckle," she told him with a laugh, her eyes closed, head bent. "I haven't beaten a woman with my belt before, Simone. That doesn't mean I don't have any clue about how to do it.

I want you," Heath said. You have me, Effie thought but didn't say aloud. You will always have me.

It's easy to love someone when they're all you know.

Everything was heat and sweat, bump 'n' grind. Stroke and sigh.

How could I have lived my entire life without knowing this man? His eyes are gray and green, and I smooth my fingertips over the arches of his brows. I touch the sleekness of the hair that falls in front of his ears.

It couldn't last forever. It wasn't meant to. So at last I rolled onto my side to face him. I let myself drink in the lines and curves of his face.

This book is for a black light, a bottom bunk and a hug, For a doorway, a pair of kicked-off shoes and the width of a kitchen table, And as ever and always, for a blue bathrobe, a million miles of legs and a whole lot of hair. Everything that came before you is a memory, but you are the real and constant thing.

drifting on daydreams of cunnilingus,

Hold me close,

Dan smiled at me with lips still moist from mine. I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they have made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me the most I would say it was that one.

pain clinging to me—like a good friend,

And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself.

You can only really really hurt the ones that you really really love.

What is your definition of skank?' I ask. 'A skank fucks skeezas she barely knows.

Marcus Flutie slept with just about every girl on the Eastern Seaboard except me. Though, he tried to get into my panties when I was a freshman but turned him down because I refuse to disempower myself just for a few clit twitches.

Jessica..." The sound of his voice saying my name soothed me, and it's all I wanted to hear him say. Just my name, over and over and over again in his buttery baritone. I wanted my name to be his mantra, the word he meditated on, his tool for finding calm in the world. But he kept on talking.

I almost can't believe I'm going to make myself vulnerable to him again. But what is love but the most

As we kissed, it was as if I were returning to somewhere safe. We kissed, and it was like coming home after a long, grueling odyssey. Marcus and I kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and I never wanted to leave this familiar place again.

Because I know you.

The whole of your being is sacred to me.

The king lifted a hand to her cheek and kissed her. It was not a kiss between strangers, not even a kiss between a bride and groom. It was a kiss between a man and his wife, and when it was over, the king closed his eyes and rested his forehead in the hollow of the queen's shoulder, like a man seeking respite, like a man reaching home at the end of the day.