Quotes About Intimacy

I want this," he said softly, leaning over and kissing me between the shoulder blades. "I need to own you. All of you. Make you scream and realize that you belong to me and I belong to you and nothing else matters. I can't let you slip away from me, babe.

I want all kinds of things. First I want to tie you up in my bed with my belt. Then I want to cut off your clothes and fuck you in every hole you have. I also want to come on you and rub it into your skin and lick your pussy until you scream at me to stop because if you come one more time you'll die. Then I want to do it again. I want to own you, Sophie.

I want to stick my cock into your pussy. Don't worry—I'll get you nice and ready first. Open you up with my fingers, make sure you're so wet and hot that when you wrap around me, it'll feel like I'm fucking a goddess because you're goddamn perfect, London. I can't wait to feel your cunt squeezing me. Lick your clit, taste you . . . It'll be good between us. You know it will.

Don't want you wearing shit that you wore for Gary," Horse replied, draping an arm around my neck, pulling me into his body. He leaned over and spoke directly in my ear, voice husky. "I don't give a damn if you never wear panties again, but I know women are weird about that. Here's the compromise. I'm gonna buy you new shit, but only shit I like. You're gonna wear it until I pull it off to fuck you. Everyone wins.

Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot." "Don't call it that." His lips twitched. "Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?

My cock gets hard just thinkin' about you. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

I fuck you, nobody else does. Which hole I fuck is up for negotiation.

We've been in a relationship for five years now," Puck said, his voice hard. "It wasn't normal, it wasn't exclusive . . . Hell, I don't know what the fuck it was, but we both know that's the truth. Whatever's between us, it's been there since the first night we met.

Not sure I know what real is … but I don't believe in love, babe. I believe in gettin' laid." "That's the saddest thing I've ever heard.

At least, I think I love you. I've never felt this way before, but I can't imagine caring about anyone more than this. I want to be with you, Emmy. Hell, I offered to let you kick my balls just so you'd feel better. Doesn't that count for something?

Was definitely throwing out those fuckin' jeans of hers tommorrow. Doesn't matter how fuckable a woman looks in a pair of pants if you can't get them off when it is time to tap ass.

But those are your fingerprints, babe.

How am I supposed to live the single life vicariously if I don't get any details? I shook my head and shrugged mournfully. "I'm doing my part. I tell you everything." "And don't think I don't appreciate it," she said, tearing up slightly. We gave each other a drunken hug.

And take your fucking arm out from under my head. Cuddling is for closers.

Esto es lo que quiero —dijo con voz acariciadora, mientras se inclinaba y me besaba entre los omoplatos—. Necesito hacerte mía. Toda mía. Hacerte gritar, sentir que me perteneces y que yo te pertenezco y que nada más importa. No puedo dejar que te alejes de mí, nena.

Reese?" Her voice was tense, but I still liked the sound of my name on her tongue. Of course, it'd sound sweeter if she was screaming it into a pillow while I pounded her from behind. Funny how that works.

Angry Ruger? Fine. Horny Ruger? I'd gotten used to that, too. But Ruger as a gentle lover? I didn't have room for that in my head, not if I wanted to survive and move forward with my life.

You ready to go home?" I asked. "I've been ready to go home all night. I still hate you." "You need to find new insults. That's getting old." "Fuck off." Grinning, I climbed onto my bike. She climbed up behind me, tucking in tight and wrapping her arms around my waist, tits pressed against my back. For the first time in forever things in my world felt right, twisted as that sounds. She was mine. She'd always be mine.

If Becca had any sense, she'd turn cold spray on my crotch.

Jesus, you fuck with my head," he said roughly. "My cock gets hard just thinkin' about you. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

When a man takes a woman as his property, it's not about owning her," he continues, eyes searching my face. "It's about trusting her. This is my life I'm handing you, Sophie. Not just my life – my brothers' lives, too.

We'll stop soon," he said, rubbing his nose along mine oh-so-slowly. "Just one more taste.

Fuck me," Ruger muttered, leaning his forehead down against mine. I was still wrapped around him, back against the van, enclosed in his arms

I've wanted you a long time, Soph. Never forgot how you tasted, not for one single fuckin' day in the last four years. Jesus, you were sweet.