Quotes About Intimacy

Love is what makes sex more than masturbation. If there is no love even if you are really with a partner you masturbate with a partner.

It's similar to the way you feel cuddling an infant or a kitten, when you want to squeeze it so hard you'd kill it...

Those clever hands began to smooth up and down my spine, one of his habitual gestures. He traced the indentations of my vertebrae with his fingertips through the thin cotton of my shirt, like he was reading the signs of my body by Braille.

She swallowed hard, taking him in, as rain pattered around them. Nothing back. He held nothing back, and she kept giving him meager handfuls. He deserved better than that. She would set things to rights.

He could never have enough of Eva. The heat of her, this hidden wild woman who was his alone. That they were both fully dressed but bare in the most important places only sharpened his excitement.

We are bound by the secrets we share.

Life is an endless story of lover and beloved.

You are reading me; over the boundary of time and distance, I am touching you, not with my hands but with my love.

Your heavenly eyes are shining like a late night star. To be in heaven, I like to get lost in those eyes forever.

I generally read every night before I fall asleep: Brad does too. I find it comforting to lie beside my husband, each of us with a book in our hands. I see it as a period of calm and intimacy, and as the perfect metaphor-together, yet individual-for our marriage.

I'm not this girl," she whispered against his lips. He had to know, this wasn't her. She didn't kiss strange men. She didn't feel this deep hunger inside. "I know you're not," he said. "But I am this man.

Only one kiss. That was what he had intended. But Ciera's lips were sweet like the juice of a pomegranate, and her skin under his hands felt like velvet. When she put her arms around him, he deepened the kiss, pulling the pins out of her hair until it cascaded over her shoulders. The tiny jingle of the bits of metal falling to the floor was almost lost in the moan she let out when he moved his lips down her neck, and then he was lost too.

Bella laughed, her head thrown back to expose the smooth line of her throat, and Sam suddenly lost his train of thought. While they'd been eating, the sun had set, and the sight of Bella standing in the moonlight laughing took his breath away. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything so beautiful in his life. And that was more terrifying than any fire.

Her arms reached up to wrap around his neck, holding on as if she would never let go. She kissed him back with an ardor that astonished, gratified, and aroused him all at once, and for a moment, he lost himself in the kiss, and in the woman, thinking to himself, now this, this is magic.

There was something very healing about being with someone you trusted absolutely--even if you couldn't share a future and you both knew it.

A voice was whispering to her. "Breathe, breathe, breathe," it kept urging. A warm body was over hers, pressed against her. Someone bigger than she was, stronger, a powerful life force. A mouth on hers, warm lips, lips she didn't want to leave hers.

Hold on." He reaches back, his hand momentarily grazing my thigh. I lean into him, my arms tighten around his waist as the waves bounce up and down. We're skin to skin, two bodies melded together into one. I want to stay where I am with him, in the water, forever.

jutting bosom, and closer acquaintance had done nothing

I thought she liked you now. I've seen her kiss you and she says your name the special way she says Rina's and mine - like it tastes good.

O Lord, join us intimately to one another and let our love for Thee make that bond ever stronger.

The unloved watch the loved perform the small rituals of their loving.

Rose rested her pink eyes on my eyes. I removed my gaze like a traitor.

It is not enough to feel love. More important is how we express love.

She is dark. He is fair. She comes from there. He comes from here. They like each other. It is an easy and lovely lust ...