Quotes About Intimacy

just don't know how we make this work between us," Alma said quietly. Ling blushed with shame. Sex. It was about sex, or the lack thereof. From the corner of her eye, she watched as Alma laced her beautiful fingers and placed them in her lap. And then Ling forced herself to keep her gaze on the man across the street sweeping his patch of sidewalk. Ling watched the bristles pushing against the wilted flowers and felt as if she, too, were being brushed into the gutter.

Ling loved Alma, but when she thought of making that love sexual, it was like a wire that didn't quite connect to a battery. It was more theoretical than actual. She liked kissing and cuddling, but she knew that alone wasn't sufficient for Alma.

Memphis's eyes fluttered open. Theta's eyes were wide, and she was crying. 'Did I hurt you?' She laughed through tears. 'You could never hurt me.

She's great company; she plays a mean hand of gin; and I like holding her hand almost as much as yours. What more do I need?

Often, what makes certain people particularly attractive to us is that when we are really with them we experience ourselves as being more whole.

What do you communicate to your husband? One wife put it like this: I told God about his bad points, and I told him about his good points.

God gave you the gift of passion so that you and your husband can experience intimate oneness. He also gave it to you so you could share exquisite pleasure.

Sometimes what is most important to us is not obvious and can be seen only by how we respond to our husbands in everyday life.

No daughter would ever want to know these intimate details about her mother's life.

You see? he asked, his voice softening to a velvety punas he felt her tremble. His warm breath stirred her hair. All I have to do is touch you. It's the same for me, Faith. I don't like this worth a damn, but by God, I want you, and we're going to do something about it.

She felt both relaxed and protected with him, at least from outside forces. Nothing, it seemed, could protect her from him, and tonight she wasn't even certain she wanted to be. Claimed, and mated. She was his, but was he hers? And if he was, what in hell did they do about it? "I don't even know what you want," she said fretfully, beginning to lose herself in rising sensation. "This," he muttered in a dark, rough tone. "You. Everything.

I'm really not hungry," she repeated, lifting the coffee cup and inhaling the fragrant steam before sipping. "Just a few bites," he cajoled, taking his own place beside her. "You need to keep up your strength for tonight." She gave him a heated, slumberous look, remembering her fantasy. "Why? Are you planning something special?" "I suppose I am," he said consideringly. "It's special every time we make love.

God, I love you, he said, and laid his head on her belly, his arms locked around her hips. Madelyn slid her fingers into his hair. It took you long enough, she said gently. What I lack in quickness, I make up in staying power. Meaning? That I'll still be telling you that fifty years from now. He paused and turned his head to kiss her stomach.

Before you know it, you'll be smiling at her across the breakfast table. I don't smile, Cahill said, though he was having to fight his amusement. So you'll be scowling at her across the breakfast table. That isn't my point.

By morning, she was raw and sore, and knew walking would be an effort. By morning, she could barely remember what it had been like to not know his body, not to have felt him inside her and held him in her arms and absorbed the power of his thrusts as he came. By morning, she was his.

She felt oddly safe with him, though not safe from him.

Orgasms, for her, had been what she faked with a man and provided herself when she was alone

You should've come with me. Had fun, lots of fun. The last sentence was deep with sensuality. You don't know what you're missin', Faithie. Then I don't miss it, do I? Faith whispered, and Jodie giggled.

Do you want me? she whispered, licking him again. She felt very warm, and slightly drunk with her feminine power. Desire was unfurling inside her, opening like a flower. Her breasts throbbed, and she rubbed them against his leg. He gave a strangled laugh, almost undone by her natural sensuality. Look a few inches to your right and tell me what you think.

Mientras tanto, en este lado de la mesa se siente mucha atracción. ¿Qué se siente en el suyo?

If he's in love with someone else, then what does it matter whether or not he's slept with her?

Calmly, deliberately, he moved his hands down to her breasts and molded his fingers over them. Jay inhaled sharply, and he said, Easy, easy, as he stroked the soft mounds. Steve, no. But her eyes were closing as warm pleasure built in her, her blood beating slowly and powerfully through her veins. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples and she quivered, her breasts beginning to tighten. You're so soft. His voice roughened even more. God, how I've wanted to touch you. Come here, sweetheart.

She glanced at her watch. He'd been massaging his legs for half an hour. I think that's enough, she said firmly. Don't you want to go back to bed? He straightened up in the wheelchair and his teeth flashed in a grin. Baby, I'm so tired of that bed, the only way you could get me back in it would be if you crawled in there with me.

Her lips parted slightly in a smile so female it took his breath away, and her deep blue eyes beckoned him, dared him. Once again her hips lifted. What are you waiting for? she breathed. For you, he answered, and even as he lost himself in the mindless ecstasy of making love to her, the truth of that remained. He'd waited for her forever.