Quotes About Intimacy

Very slowly Elizabeth leaned forward until her forehead rested on his shoulder, shuddering with pleasure and relief at the feel of him, at his smell.

He leaned over and kissed me — not for the first time, but it still felt like something. Like something I don't remember having felt before, or at least for a long time. Like a door had been opened that had been shut so long ago that I forgot it was there, and whatever was behind that door was younger and brighter and less burdened than what I'd becom

Abel wanted to know all about flesh and how it responded to skin, tongue, velvet, fur, lips. His enthusiasm was contagious. I'd been a good-enough lover before, but Abel inspired my curiosity and my lust. Sex wasn't just better than I'd ever known it could be; it was more interesting. There were tools to explore, sensations to try, tastes and textures to experiment with, states of consciousness to achieve or discard.

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want.

I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.

Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

He held her close against him so that she could feel the beating of his heart. He did not attempt to kiss her and when he released her he did it gently, holding on to her hand and smiling down into her eyes. It was a moment she felt she would remember all her life.

She'd lived in the same house with this man and never once thought about his thighs in the last year.

propinquity.

A kiss should never require explanation,

So now she and I are friends - not with benefits, but memories.

Me arrepentí de haberlo querido, de haber sido su amiga y de haberle contado mis recuerdos, mis sueños, mis intimidades. Pero más que nada, me arrepentí de haber sido feliz con él.

Emma still had a lot to learn about me. The only place I went stag was the bathroom.

Their mouths fit perfectly together—they didn't bang teeth once.

Scarlet and I hadn't . . . done things . . . in a long, long time." A blotch of red crept up Jack's neck. "So when she said that—it was for the camera. For her audience. There's no way it was true. Or, well, there's no way it was mine.

People keep things from people all the time.

Kissing her is like drinking salted water, he thinks. His thirst only increases.

I love stories that suck you in, that you can't stop reading because you are quite simply there.

All those kisses. There must have been a thousand. They engulfed me like some kind of all consuming dream where I became very alive and very relaxed at the same time.

He cannot think. He can scarcely breathe. But he has no desire to either, he simply wants to keep kissing her.

He tasted of whisky and his skin was rough where he hadn't shaved, but Mirabelle kissed him back.

His heart is pounding and when he kisses her it is as if the whole of Riyadh disappears – the wide sky, the hard surface of the roof, the date palms and the water wells.

Can I ever know you Or you know me?