Quotes About Sensuality

She started to reach for the door and was shocked to feel his fingers clamp down around her wrist. Shocked, not because she found his touch offensive, but because of the jolt of heat—of pure, sensual awareness—that brief connection sent through her body.

If control was what he needed tonight, I am only too glad to surrender all of mine. Anything if it means he'll keep driving his cock into me as if he can't get close enough, can't go deep enough. He needs this, and I revel in the fact that it is me who's giving him this.

What does she look like?" Sin asked. "Like she'd look good on a mattress." Sin jammed her fists on her hips. "That tells me nothing, and aren't you mated?" "I'm also a sex demon. I didn't go blind when I took a mate.

Piss me off again and I'll rip you a new asshole and then fuck it. And that's just the foreplay.

She licked again, taking her time,even though she didn't need to; her first stroke numbed the bite site. No, this second taste was for her, not him, and there was no lying about that. "I'm starting to feel like a Tootsie Pop, here" he rasped. She couldn't contain a smile. " Yes... how did that old commercial go?" She licked him. "One." She licked him again, and he moaned. "Two." She licked him once more, and his hips came off the bed, "Three.

And your skin, it tastes like me. I want to taste you everywhere.

Let's be clear on this, he growled. You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you. Standing up, lying down, taking you from behind. All of it. Right now. Not being able to do any of that is killing me. Literally. But strangely enough, I like just being with you. Touching you however I can, whenever I can. So no. The virginity thing is not what will keep us apart. ~Wraith

she yelped. "What are you doing?" "Kissing your beautiful ass." ~Sin/Con

Hellboy?" "What?" "Touch me. Make me forget all this." He was on her in an instant, took her down to the floor before she could blink.

Harvester might have a halo, but dear, sweet Lord, she was no angel in the sack. Awesome.

He sobered as he gazed at her, then took a deep breath and pulled away. "I'm not normally affected like this. It's you. You're putting off some hellacious fuck-me vibes." "Not enough, apparently," she muttered.

Yenrieth wanted to lick her dry. Then lick her wet.

It's okay. There's no shame in wanting me. I am hot, after all.

Shit," he rasped. "Too much. This is too much." Too much what? It wasn't enough , as far as she was concerned. "I like touching you." "No one ever touches me." He took a deep, shuddering breath that somehow sounded...pained, and not in a good way. "Nothing but the wind and rain ever does.

I'd have you on the floor, pulling a sixty-nine that wouldn't end until I tasted a dozen of your orgasms. Before you could even think about recovering, I'd fuck you in every way a male can fuck a female. And I wouldn't stop. Not until you begged.

His smile became downright wicked. "I can make you beg for the mere whisper of my breath on your skin. I can do things with my tongue that will make you scream with the exquisite intensity of it. And I can make you come so hard, for so long, that you'll pass out from pleasure.

I'm on the very edge right now." His voice throbbed with raw lust. "I want you under me. I want to claim you, get myself all over you. And as much as I'd love to mount you right here in public, right now—and I think in my past, I would have—I never want anyone to see you like that but me.

He'd taken a lot of females in his life, females who played at sex like a contact sport, but Tayla . . . she rocked his underworld.

Those nails. He was mesmerized, and his mind kept thinking about what they'd look like—and feel like—in places much more intimate than the stem of a champagne flute. Was she doing that on purpose? His dick sure thought so, and it tapped against the fly of his pants, begging for the same attention.

I'd never even considered my nipples before, but I made a quick mental note to consider them later.

Baby, I want you to piss all over me!" Fred Lemish had never urinated on anything before, except perhaps some country grass late at night when he was drunk and no one was looking. "Or let me piss on you!

This is the stage where arousal is high and orgasm is imminent. During the plateau stage, we enjoy the rush of passion at our partner's touch, but haven't yet reached the stage of orgasmic bliss. If you want sex to last longer, this is the place where you should slow down and try to maintain your arousal level while delaying orgasm. If you want to master the art of multiple orgasms, this is the stage where you should try to linger after orgasm. Orgasm

If you were only crumbs on a plate, I would pick every last one up with my finger

And he made her a lot of things but not uncomfortable. Nervous, maybe. Lustful, yes. Sometimes even a little stupid. But not uncomfortable.