Quotes About Intimacy

What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside of you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breathe." His stare was level, brutal in its honesty.

No, in his imagination, things ended as they should have, with him stroking Blay's face and willing the lights on so they could look at each other. In his fantasy, he kissed his best friend again, pulled back, and… "I love you," he said into the spray of the shower. "I…love you." As he closed his eyes against the pain, it was hard to know how much of what ran down his cheeks was water, and how much was something else.

Yeah, life was good. Especially when you powered-down your ego . . . and had the right woman in your bed for the right reasons.

Wrath…" Her hand settled on his erection. "Oh, fuck…" His hips jacked forward, his lower back going tight. She laughed softly. "Your language of love does a trucker proud.

Ehlena? - sim? - Não me entenda mal. Ela respirou fundo e ele viu que seus ombros nus se esticavam. - Certo. Vou tentar. -Se você continuar vindo aqui. Sendo que é - Houve uma pausa - Vou me apaixonar por você.

The blush that hit Blay's face was a criminal turn-on—

She took a sip from her water glass and marveled at how you could sit so close to someone and still have him be totally far away from you.

Love is a matter between souls

I'm glad you like him," he murmured, his hands tugging up her shirt. "Because the two of us are yours. For as long as you'll have us." "That would be eternally," she said as she let herself go. And reveled in all the love.

you only want to give me a handjob, I'll settle for waiting for you till a little later. But I've come close to death once already tonight—don't make your hellren die from the wanting." Mary had to smile at him. "You slay me." "And you could lay me? Please?

Peyton…" Dimly, he wondered if she was going to say his name like that for the rest of their lives. Like it was a sob with syllables.

Qhuinn sagged in his own skin at that realization, imagining all the proper English that Blay was calling out at this very moment as the other guy had him. Merriam-Webster had never been used so well, no doubt.

V swallowed a curse. Man, if he were any more chicked-out about her, he'd be wearing nail polish.

I see your soul," he said. "That is why I find you beautiful.

My sex life is private, Butch. So are my…unconventional interests." "I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question, though." "What." "When the females tie you down, do they paint your toenails and shit? Or just do your makeup?" As V laughed in a loud crack, the cop said, "Wait…they tickle your pits with a feather, right?

But thanks, my man." "One other thing." "What." "I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on . . . I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward." "Fucker." "To the end.

Blay's laugh flared and stopped short, as if his throat got tight. "Yeah. Go fig. Me in love with Qhuinn…a guy who, when he's not moody, is a slut and smart-ass. Except you want to know what the most fucked-up thing is, though?" Qhuinn tensed as John nodded. Blay glanced down at his duffel. "He's right.

It was a state of mind—and nothing put a female there faster than the male she wanted staring at her the way Xcor was now.

Tis I who should thank you for the gift of your flesh." Looming

Carezco de palabras, mi hembra. Porque ningún sonido de mi boca es digno de tu oído.

Cómo puedes soportar estar cerca de mí?" "Lo único que no puedo soportar es que te alejes.

Let me be in you," he said as he kissed her. "I need you the now." She

Encontraré otra manera de evitar perder el control mientras tú estés en mi vida. No quiero a nadie más que a ti.

You know what you just proved?" "What? That even real males need airsick bags sometimes?" "No." She kissed him again. "That somebody can say 'I love you' without speaking.