Quotes About Intimacy

Michael's generation—its history of fighting disease and bigotry—sometimes made him grumpier than Ben would like him to be, but he knew what he'd found in Michael: a gift for intimacy like none Ben had ever known.

We have rules. Full disclosure, for one thing. And we're in bed with each other at the end of the day. Our commitment is for life, and we save our hearts for each other. That way we can have play AND permanency. If monogamy becomes more important than fidelity, you're bound to get hurt. It's all the lying that clobbers you, not the sex.

And I'd like Ben there, of course, cuddling me into the void with the usual sweet assurances.

Mogo?e je imela prav, mogo?e se mu je res gnusila. Ampak gnus ni razlog za lo?itev, gnus je obenem najvišja stopnja intimnosti. Kon?na to?ka intimnosti. V kar se intimnost neizogibno razvije. Doma?nost gnusa, njegova nespremenljivost, poželenje, ki jo izzove. Hrepenenje, da bi se ti drugi še zadnji? lahko zagnusil. In da bi se pri tem vedno malo gnusil tudi samemu sebi.

In Lys, it seemed, all love began with mental contact, and it might be months or years before a couple actually met. In this way, Hilvar explained, there could be no false impressions, no deceptions, on either side. Two people whose minds were open to one another could hide no secrets.

Norton tightened his arms around her. One of the nicest things about weightlessness, he often thought, was that you could really hold someone all night, without cutting off the circulation. There were those who claimed that love at one gee was so ponderous that they could no longer enjoy it.

A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two, who had never seen each other before that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other… So we stood hand in hand like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.

There are women in whom the love of a lover extinguishes all other loves, and I think that she must have been one.

The bent head, the averted eye, the faltering voice, the wincing figure- these, and not the unshrinking gaze and frank reply, are the true signals of passion.

Where the real sex feeling begins, timidity and distrust are its companions, heritage from old wicked days when love and violence went often hand in hand. The bent head, the averted eye, the faltering voice, the wincing figure—these, and not the unshrinking gaze and frank reply, are the true signals of passion. Even in my short life I had learned as much as that—or had inherited it in that race memory which we call instinct.

I could just eat you up. I'm here to be your popsicle. She laughed as she nibbled his neck. Did you really have that fantasy? He sucked his breath in sharply between his teeth as he cupped her head in his hands. Depends. Would it be a buzzkill or turn-on? Definitely makes me hot. Then I am a banana-cherry pop, baby. Lick me to your content. I am yours to play with.

Mischief twinkled in his eyes. 'Okay' isn't even close. Kissing you is like a roller-coaster ride to outer space. The farther we go, the more I'm lost and the more I want to explore new territory

Gera smiled in satisfaction. "The trick to wearing perfume correctly is to only apply enough that if someone else can smell it, they'd better be intimate with you. A fragrance should never linger without you in an area after you've left it. Rather it should be a subtle reminder that only stays on your pillow or clothes, and only when your lover's face is buried in them." That

Yes, sweeting, I think you're incredibly sexy. And I would love nothing more than to take you back to my place and make your toes curl. -Kyrian

Get naked for me, she whispered in his ear. Dev used his powers to remove his clothes. She wrinkled her nose as her eyes twinkled in hungry satisfaction. There's definitely an advantage to having a Were-Hunter for a lover, eh? Woman, you have no idea. She gave a low whistle of appreciation as she took him into her hand. You're even hung like a bear. He laughed at her pun. You just don't know, baby. You ain't ever been loved till you're loved by a Were.

For the first time, I comprehended that love, at least for me, had nothing to do with sex.

Abby," he murmured, lifting a hand to curve around her neck. "I love you." A sob slipped free and she wrapped her arms around his waist. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck and cuddled her in close. As he bent around her, he whispered, "I've loved you so long, I can't remember what it's like to not love you. And I'll go to my grave loving you. You're my everything.

Then he kissed her again. When he licked her through the silk, she moaned. Catching the fabric, he tugged it aside and licked her again. "Hot … fuck, yeah, you're hot." Hope shuddered and fisted her hands in his hair again. But this time, she tugged him closer, gasping out his name. He smiled against her and then proceeded to do to her what she'd been doing to him from the first time he'd laid eyes on her—driving him out of his fucking mind.

She was easy to talk to, easy to look at it . . . and when she smiled at him . . . well, he couldn't call that easy. It hit him in the chest, in the weirdest damn way. Swallowing, she licked her lips and then she could have whimpered, begged for mercy, because she could taste him. Taste him, and it made her want to throw herself against him and kiss him. Again, and again .

He pushed up onto his heels and then pulled her up against him, one hand cradling the nape of her neck, the other splayed wide over her back. His mouth came down on hers and right before he kissed her, he muttered, "Fuck, you're going to drive me insane, I know it." Then his mouth crushed down onto hers. His taste was different—darker. Her, she realized. He tasted of her.

He rolled on top of her, his weight pinning her against the bed. His hands cupped her face, tilting her head back. "I missed ­you—fuck, why can't I stop thinking about you?" he muttered, his voice low and harsh, demanding.

Then he curled his tongue around her clit and Nia could have sworn she saw lights exploding. Her breath caught in her lungs, the muscles in her body went rigid. Nothing, absolutely nothing seemed to exist except for the way that man was teasing her closer and closer to climax, using his tongue in a way that was nothing short of diabolical.

When she reached the button of his jeans, his hips jerked and he squeezed his eyes closed, hoped he wouldn't make a fool of himself and lose it the second she touched him. He hadn't done anything like that in ages, not since high school, but Nia shattered his control like nothing else.

Taylor worked a hand between them and stroked his thumb over the erect little nub of her clit. Lifting his head, he stared at her, watched as a harsh, broken sob fell from her lips. Her nails bit into his skin as she started to come and he gritted his teeth, holding back until he saw her going over. Then, and only then, did he bury his face in her neck and start to move again, hard, fast. He muttered her name, blind to everything but her…completely and utterly lost in her.