Quotes About Intimacy

Jonah kissed him with an open mouth and a full heart and tried to tell him with his bare body that sometimes you didn't have to break. Sometimes being human was strong enough. Ethan breathed through him and then took over the kiss, rolling over, giving Jonah shelter from the chill in the room and the sudden somberness between them.

Jason liked to do things—touchy things—that had nothing to do with "This will get your dick hard" and everything to do with "This will make your heart beat and your chest swell and your stomach erupt into butterflies, and you will weep wanting to be touched like that some more.

Is it always like this?" Dawson whispered. "This buzz in my stomach and my chest—how happy I am to hold you? Does it always feel like this?" Jared lifted his face in the dark, his lower lip full and swollen from kisses, his eyes shiny. "No," he said soberly. "No. This is special.

It needed a cock cozy, or Crawford's mouth, just to keep it warm.

Bobby cried out, groaned, and fell forward, coming that quickly, too quickly, because the white light would fade, would drain from them like come, and they would be left, just their heartbeats, alone in the darkness of an uncertain world.

Was sheathed tightly, stroked by Derek's clenching muscles, swelling in its prince's chamber, even as Rico started to rock back and forth.

but Mason finally realized that he'd met someone who saw life in the same terms Mason always had: how best to care for and feed that strange animal that had been born between his legs. "You're so clever," Terry said in admiration. Dane showed up right then with clothes, which Terry said thank you for before disappearing into the bathroom.

You'd never force me. And you'd never betray me. But I don't know if you could care enough about me to help me deal with all that other stuff. I'm… I'm not going to be okay with the porn right away. Can you deal with it when I'm an asshole about that? Can you help me not hurt you too much?

Dammit, he wasn't a kid to go shooting off with just a touch, and Crick stroked his hair until he knew he wasn't going to lose it before he was buried inside the love of his goddamned life.

Without the weight of the world on his shoulders, Cal made love like the Native American god of sex, whomever that may be.

The thing I learned about loving Vinnie for ten years was that every day could be the wave that washed the love away. You had to wake up every day and text or kiss or call or sneak over and surprise. You had to wake up every day and write that thing on the tablet of time to make sure that would be the day when your love was written on the sand.

Okay," Crick said, rolling his eyes. "I give. Which part of my body is more interesting than my ass?" Deacon rewarded his obtuseness with a smack to the head. "Your heart, you fuckin' moron. Man, I get about fifteen minutes a day max out of your ass—it's your heart I want twenty-four-seven. Jesus, Crick—stop thinking in your pants!

Got lost in your eyes,

I love you, big man. I love you so much I can't believe the world turned before we met. But you and me, we are going to have a big, ugly,

I miss you," he gasped into Kelly's chest. "Oh God. I miss you so much." Kelly moaned—not a sexy moan, a sad one—and they were both crying, kissing, tasting salt and sex on each other's skin as the final, more painful crest hit them both.

First I'm gonna rim ya. Then I'm gonna finger ya. Then I'm gonna fuck ya!

Climax was a roaring, gentle thing from the pit of his stomach. Trav's body in his arms should have grounded him, but instead they flew, flew together, and Trav's groan against Mackey's shoulder, the hot spurt of his come in Mackey's ass, that was the crescendo, the soaring of the heavens against his face, the ocean roaring of the wind in his ears.

He'd been worried. He'd been afraid. And he'd been hurt, and Mikhail almost couldn't stand it. Not Shane. Not his beautiful lover, who gave his heart and everything else to make Mikhail's world wonderful. Dammit, he wanted to shout, leave him the hell alone!

Collin heard the garage door open and saw the halo glare of the white lights and kept pumping his hips while saying, "Just shut up, Tommy, and fucking come!" Being the gentleman that he was, he nailed Tommy's prostate and gave him a reach-around. Tommy squealed and came all over his hand, and Collin grunted and poured himself into Tommy.

The whole world trembled under the two of them, and the only time it felt right and solid was when they were close like this, close enough to touch.

It's like we made promises last night, and you're not sure you can keep them." "Yeah," Carson confessed, his lips brushing Dale's chest. Dale pulled him tight against his chest and dropped a kiss on his hair. "Don't be scared, baby. We'll find a way. I'm not a fan of letting go.

It was nothing at first. Just a bare brush of lips to lips.

Finger me?" he begged, breathlessly. "A little spit, a little poke-e-ta poke-e-ta? Please?

Easier than blood," he said softly, and my breath caught, because we both knew I had blood on my hands, and I suspected he had a little of his own. "Yeah, but don't no one but us know that.