Quotes About Sensuality

Don't touch me like that. Don't touch me anywhere. Touch me everywhere.

She was voluptuous, full-blown, past her prime, and he'd never wanted a woman more.

Y tampoco nada de consoladores -dijo-, aun que se lo mucho que deseas uno. Lo cual no es ninguna sorpresa, ya que... -¿Quieres dejarlo de lado de una vez? -De lado...Encima...Debajo... -Bram le acaricio la curvatura del labio superior -. Dentro... una ráfaga de calor recorrió el cuerpo de Georgie. Estaba a punto de derretirse.

I want him to see me as I saw him then. I want him to find me alone at the end of the day with the sun in my hair. I want his heart to buckle, too.

I lay unprotesting each touch bringing me exquisite pleasure and impossible pain.If only I had seen the smallest kindness in her face, if only there had not been such hunger... She stripped me in every way possible, herself remaining protected from revelation of her own soul.

She writhed helplessly against his steely grip, her frantic movement only furthering the progress of his softly caressing tongue. In moments, Hazard forced a shuddering moan from her and quivering she gasped in shallow rapturous sighs.

There are far worse things then jazz and lipstick... -Griffin Durant (hero)

Her mouth trembled and parted and she began to gasp in light, shallow breaths that made her flushed breasts quiver deliciously, invitingly… He bent and touched a stiff pink nipple experimentally with his mouth, very gently. She jerked and cried out, exploding beneath him in a series of violent convulsions that almost unseated him.

The taste of him exploded inside her mouth, filling her senses with an intoxicating warmth and aroma that had nothing to do with the amount of brandy he had consumed. He made sounds-rough, greedy, indistinct sounds that vibrated through her tissues, his lips and teeth and tongue consuming her with his passion.

Finally, when she was shaking so much that he staggered with the violence of her pleasure, he drove her back against the wall and took her as she stood, careless of the clothes that bunched between them, oblivious to everything but the primitive, driving force that had conquered him far more devastatingly than he had conquered her.

Her lips taste like mint from toothpaste or gum, or sometimes like cherries or grapes from her lip gloss. She's soft when I hold her, with curves where my hands rest, and when I touch her I think stupid caveman things like, mine and totally mine —oh yeah, and all mine .

I'd kissed him on the mouth, put my tongue in his mouth, and I knew that I did not know how to stop it. I had forgotten how to stop it.

You know," she said dreamily, "I can remember every man I ever fucked by the way he liked to do it. Not the way I liked to do it.

and with a low moan he entered me with such ease, such presumption, that I began to come the moment he was inside of me.

His orgasm was short, doubled and tripled with a quick convulsion, so private, so disciplined that he made no cry, no whisper, no exhortation.

I remembered that it was masculine gestures that aroused me.

And there was still pleasure in it. A man who knew he could fuck.

He was a true voluptuary, in his own modest way, with a voluptuary's genius for softening the world around him.

His body against hers, inside hers, that slow slide out and then home again, a miracle. And a miracle. And a miracle and...Hot Targetsuzanne brockmann

Ah. That was what he was doing. Once they were beneath the covers, no one would be able to tell if they were making love or simply trying on each other's underwear. Especially if they turned off the lights.

What she wanted was right there, between them, pressed against her stomach—so big and accessible and user-friendly—neatly covered and ready to go.

Do you think," she said, "instead of having sex, we could make love?" "I'd love that," Ken whispered.

No doubt about it, Lawrence Decker was the reason God had invented nakedness.

You would think after all the hours I'd spent with Gale– watching him talk and laugh and frown– that I would know all there was to know about his lips. But I hadn't imagined how warm they would feel pressed against my own. Or how those hands [...] could entrap me… I vaguely remember my fingers, curled tightly closed, resting on his chest.