Quotes About Intimacy

Little testy tonight?" "That woman's boobs do not belong in your face." "It's not as if I can see yours at the moment." "Well, you're damn well going to feel them. Soon." "One hopes," he murmurs.

And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.

You're distressing Dani. No one distresses Dani but me.

Choose the men you take to your bed by these criteria: they see the finest in you, enhance and defend it. When you fuck a man you are giving him A. Motherfucking. Gift. Be certain he deserves it. And bloody hell, don't have one-night stands. Commit to the action. Make it matter. Feel it and ride it all the way through.

Ah, ka-lyrra, I look at you and you make me want to live a man's life with you. To wake with you and sleep with you, argue with you and make love with you, to get a silly human job and take walks in the park and live so tiny beneath such a vast sky. But I will never stay with another human woman and water her die. Never. --FROM THE (GREATLY REVISED) BLACK EDITION OF THE O'CALLAGHAN Book of the Sin Siriche Du

It's not enough just to buy condoms, Cassidy; you have to use them.

I stretched to my full height and kissed him. Like I kissed Dancer. Soft, sensual butterfly wings against his lips. Unlike the last kiss I gave Ryodan, this wasn't one to provoke or challenge or say "Fuck you—can't touch this." It was a kiss that said simply, "I see you and admire you and want you to live.

She will never know that tonight, she was mine.

Finally, he knew the kind of loving that made two one and understood Jane was his world. His ocean, his country, his sun, his rain, his very heart.

He is my vulnerability

Och, woman," he said softly, "you show me Heaven and ask me to revisit Hell? Not now, sweet Jessica. Now is for us. No grim thoughts. Only us .

And I will get to climb on that big beautiful bike of yours and wrap my arms around you and lean into all that gorgeous hair and smell you, and hear you laugh and see your eyes flash fire. Or I may as well just kick it right now because you, Dani Mega O'Malley, make me feel alive like nothing else does.

I tasted your blood. I know your fucking soul.

I wanted to walk beside this man for a long time, and to do that I'd have to be able to be completely myself.

She'd had her way, and had the top--the third time--informing him he was her 'own private playground'.

One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air.

He would be, she now knew, a whole lot dominant in bed and a little bit dirty. -Gabrielle about Adam

And Barrons is Mac's as much as something like him is ever anyone's

Master to slave: when he says "Fuck me," my body softens and I get wet. It's visceral. Inescapable. I love the way he says "Fuck me," as if his body will explode if I don't touch him, slam down on him and take him inside me, meld our flesh together in that place we both find the only peace we ever know. Out of bed, we're a storm. In bed, we find the eye.

You will never go there. You have a problem with Mac, you work it out with me. I am her shield, I am her second F***ing skin".

I don't 'boink' anyone. I fuck

Doesn't anybody get that sex is what you make it, and if you treat it like nothing, it is?

As he fills me I wonder if – in the same way that sex makes its own unique perfume – we don't really "make" love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world.

He won't have sex with me if he's hungry. I have my theories about why.