Quotes About Sensuality

With women the best part is the discovery. There's nothing like the first time, nothing. You don't know what life is until you undress a woman the first time. A button at a time, like peeling a hot, sweet potato on a winter's night.

You have me like a drawing, erased, coloured in, untitled, signed by your tongue.

She slapped at him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her forward over the loose hay to hug her tightly. Her hands landed on his chest with a snap. She looked up, and before she even had time to shut her eyes, his lips were on hers. Warmth---that's what she felt at first. As the kiss deepened, it grew hotter, and when his tongue traced the outside of her mouth, it turned downright scorching.

With cold hands he massaged her right foot, his fingertips digging into all the right places to make her groan. Feel good? he asked. You can't imagine. You have until midnight to stop. He chuckled. Why midnight? Because from then until daylight you can work on the other foot.

You know what they say about angels? she asked. That they have wings and a halo? No, that they are just wild women who've had the hell screwed out of them, she said with another giggle.

His lips met hers in a long, lingering, passionate kiss that made her knees go weaker than ever before. His big hand held her head firmly as he deepened the kiss. Forget the damn coat. All he had to do was kiss her about every two hours and she could run through the snow naked as a newborn baby and not even feel the cold.

Darlin', he is so damn sexy that my underpants crawled all the way to my ankles.

She started up the car and sighed. If only her fiancé, Ethan, could be as passionate as the men that Candy Parker wrote about. It didn't matter if they were cowboys, firemen, Navy SEALs, or even mechanics. They all had one thing in common. They knew how to turn a woman on until all she could think about were their hands and lips on every part of her body.

The closer he came, the bigger his eyes got through those thick lenses. It was downright sexy when his eyelids shut and the lashes fanned out on his cheekbones. His lips brushed against hers and heat shot through her body. One arm tangled up in her hair and the other snaked its way around her midriff. His tongue gently parted her lips and he made love to her mouth.

Leah looked up and didn't even have time to moisten her lips before Rhett's eyes shut and his mouth was on hers. It had the sweetness of ice cream, the fire of a double shot of Jack Daniel's, and the steam of a hot Texas summer night all rolled into one.

You, Declan, are sexy as hell. He leaned in and kissed the top of her breasts. And how sexy is that? Think of the heat down there in hell. You are seven times hotter than that.

No woman had ever made him feel so protective, yet so protected at the same time. He shifted his gaze to her lips. He had to taste them, had to claim them for his own right then, or his heart was going to jump right out of his chest and die on the floor at the ends of her cute little toes.

Straightening, he towered over her, his eyes glowing with unmistakable heat. I would find the nearest supply closet and take you up on that ofer faster than you can say 'Let's get naked.

Jack, please," she whispered, even though she had no idea what it is she was begging for. "You want sex, I'll give you sex." His low, deep voice embodied control, and did the strangest things to her body. "But before I put my cock inside you, I want to touch and taste every inch of you.

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What a woman tells her lover in desire should be written out on air & running water.

Love is not a theme. It's an atmosphere, a mood.

You're lips are bloody.' He seized my face in both hands and kissed me. It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

Darling you can nail my ass anytime - Eric Northman

Well, that's certainly... adequate, I told him, burying my face in his chest. I knew immediately I'd picked the wrong word. Adequate? He took my hand, placed it on the part in question. It immediately began to stir. He moved my hand on it, and I obligingly circled it with my fingers. This is adequate? Maybe I should have said it's a gracious plenty? A gracious plenty. I like that, he said.

With a huge effort, Eric reined himself in. "When you smell like that," he said, "I just want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you.

It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

I was surprised to find out there was a direct line from my palm to my, my, hootchie.

I was embarrased, horrified and absolutely ready to jump him!