Quotes About Sensuality

Je voudrais pas crever Avant d'avoir usé Sa bouche avec ma bouche Son corps avec mes mains Le reste avec mes yeux J'en dis pas plus faut bien Rester révérencieux

Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.

What would Entertainment Tonight say if they knew you were doing it on your office floor when you have twenty bedrooms? Slowly he pushed forward, entering her. They would say, 'That lucky Addison bloke,' he breathed, 'having sex with the beautiful, gorgeous, funny, brilliant, multi-talented Samantha Jellicoe.

She supposed a properly bred London lady would be expected to faint in shock at the sight of a shirtless gentleman, but he looked far too delicious for her to close her eyes.

What is it with you, sex, and modes of transportation?

Honestly, Gideon Cross had been designed to fuck a woman right out of her mind.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

I'm losing my mind without you." His lips were gliding down my neck, his tongue stroking over my racing pulse. He sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through me. "I can't think. I can't work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.

I found myself pinned to the hallway wall by six feet, two inches of hard, hot male.

I can still feel you, Eva. Still taste you. I've been hard since you left, through two meetings and one teleconference. You've got the advantage, state your demands.

Reminds me of the red dress you wore the first time I had you. That was it for me, you know. You devastated me. There was no coming back from that.

Angel, getting you off is ninety-nine percent of the fun for me.

Gideon was an untamed animal behind closed doors, a lover who bared me to the soul every time he made love to me.

I have wanted you for so long now," he said roughly, "I've no memory of how it feels to be devoid of the craving. But you must know what you do. I need you to think of who you are and where you are and who I am. Think of how things will be once we've crossed this threshold. Think of how you will leave this cabin—disheveled and well fucked.

More like Cross blew your circuits during one of his sexathons. Still can't get over that man's stamina. Wish he'd swing my way and wear me out.

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. I love you.

You look beautiful and fuckable

When I come, I come for you. Because of you and your mouth, hands, and insatiable little cunt. And it'll be that way for you in reverse. My tongue, my fingers, my cum inside you. Just you and me, Eva. Intimate and raw. --Gideon

I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too

Don't play, Gia, he growled. Suck me or fuck me. Make me come.

Why even call it a fuck? Why not be clear and call it a seminal emission in a preapproved orifice?

Your craving should be for me, angel, not an orgasm. For my body, my hands. Eventually, you won't be able to come without my skin touching yours.

I can't think. I can't work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.

You like sex, angel," he purred. "Nothing wrong with that. You're greedy and insatiable, and I love it. I love knowing that once I get inside you, you're going to suck me dry. Then you'll want to do it again.