Quotes About Intimacy

Sexual excitement alters the lines of her body, fuses it into new lines against mine. A woman's spine changes when she wants to fuck, a subtle, supple shifting at the base, a sharper curve at that hollow where back meets ass. Breasts tighten and lift, the slant of jaw changes as the mouth prepares and muscles draw tight. I have studied humans for a small eternity. Intent infuses their every movement. Road maps to their inner navigation, plastered all over their skin. Born to be slaves.

I was pissed-off walking. Or rather pissed-off sitting, tangled in crimson silk sheets that smelled like somebody'd been having a sexathon. That would be me. And that made me even madder.

I don't like you either. But my dick is hard and you're wet—

Her hair is a hot mess around her face, just the way I like it—bed-head always makes me want to fuck. Then again, pretty much everything does.

He may not have yet seduced her into his bed, but he'd succeeded in seducing her into his life in countless other ways, each an invisible, silken knot, binding her to him as he lured her deeper into his world.

Love. You can only be broken without it.

I'm gonna give one of 'em my virginity one day." She preened. I was momentarily dumbstruck. I couldn't begin to enumerate all the things that were appalling about that possibility. "We so have to talk," I finally managed.

Bloody hell, she wants respect. Which I'm all about giving. I respect them the entire time they're sharing my bed and I treat them great when they're not, flirting them up, telling them how beautiful they are, while pointing them at the next man to help them get over me.

Mi ez a haslánc? – Úgy t?nt, különösen szereti Å'ket. – Amikor hátulról szeretkezem veled, azzal húzlak közelebb magamhoz, és hatolok még mélyebbre. Kinyitottam, majd becsuktam a szám. Én voltam olyan hülye, hogy megkérdezem.

I always want you, Chloe-lass," he murmured suddenly in a low voice, for her ears only. "There's no' a moment that I doona.

Ahhhh! I fucking hate that phrase. I don't make love. I fuck. That's it. Plain and simple. Fuck. Clearly defined. No strings attached. As in rut and grunt and get my rocks off. I'm the caveman. I'm the sexual barbarian.

I am your man, and don't forget it. Had

One day you may kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.

Och lass, doona you know? Your heart is my home..

We take care of each other like two monkeys picking each other's nits. Folks underestimate a good nit-pick.

Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere; it certainly doesn't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as a little friendlier than a handshake, a little less intimate than a kiss. It's a way of saying hi, you look great, have a wonderful day.

Cease speaking, wench. You will bring that sweet ass over here and kiss me now.

I have no desire to sleep with you. I want to fuck you. And there is no such thing as perfectly good sex. If it's 'perfectly good,' 

I always get them to call me whatever I want. I'm always in control. Isn't much I like more than a beautiful woman tied to my bed while I make her come till she passes out. So what's my problem?

This close to him I must bite my tongue to prevent myself from moaning with need. This close to him I feel like an animal.

It's hard to talk to you when I'm touching you.

Hi Mega. "Hi Dancer," I whispered. I love you. "I love you, too.

You were something to see, he didn't say. You were something to feel, I didn't reply.

I inhaled his scent. He was near, a few feet away. Lust nearly buckled my knees. He was a tireless lover. There was nothing off-limits with him.