Quotes About Sensuality

Now those are lethal weapons." He stroked her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. "My heart stops every time you kiss me.

Just so we're clear, I made love with you the first time because I wanted you more than I wanted breath. That's the same reason I did the second time, too. And the reason I'll do it every chance I get.

Why do you taste like dessert?" Iona wanted to know. He deliberately let his eyes widen. "Because I'm awesome?

She wrapped her legs around his hips. Wrapped her arms around his shoulders. And she kissed him. This time, the pleasure was his. A deep, wrenching pleasure that washed over him as he climaxed inside of her. The release blinded him and fucking seemed to gut him as it went on and on, hollowing out his body. When the climax ended, he didn't release her. Because he wasn't letting her go, not ever again.

He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her legs. Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth… His fingers slid over her core. Pushed inside her sex. So wet. So hot. She clamped down on him and held tight.

As many times as I want," Drake told her, voice rough and dark. "Until you can't breathe without feeling me on every inch of your body.

I've been dying to know," he said again, "how you taste." Oh, hell. Her right hand grabbed the back of his head, and she yanked him down toward her. Their mouths met. Open. Ready. Lips kissed. Tongues licked. And—damn! Yes, she wanted. The control she'd held so tightly began to crack. She jerked in her seat, struggling to press against him. He took her mouth. Tasted her. Tormented her. And she met him. No, she fought him, fought him for more.

Then his hands were around her waist as he lifted her up. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her. Wow, didn't realize the man was so strong, didn't know— She licked his throat. Screw it. Lora wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock pushed against her, pressing right at the wet entrance to her sex. She arched toward him just as Kenton slammed deep. So deep. She bit her lip to hold back the scream. Skin to skin. Hot. Slick. So full.

she gasped. Zero to implosion. She whispered his name, she rode that blast of pleasure and still…she wanted.

He kissed her hard. He kissed her deep. He kissed her the way he wanted to fuck her.

Can't. Come. Yet. He had to be inside her before he came, and she—she had to be on her second orgasm by then.

Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.

Pornography is the attempt to insult sex, to do dirt on it.

We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.

The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.

We fucked a flame into being.

You really couldn't do a PG version of 'Crossfire!' It just wouldn't work.

I feel like a turtleneck dress that's long-sleeved and covers your entire body but is tight fitting is so much sexier than boobs spilling out, you know? So I guess I'm more into being classy sexy versus apparent sexy.

I'll put candles all over the room, then light then, and get to it. I call it my 'vibe in a bag.'

Music can also be a sensual pleasure, like eating food or sex. But its highest vibration for me is that point of taking us to a real understanding of something in our nature which we can very rarely get at. It is a spiritual state of oneness.

I love Victoria Secret!

Seeing her indecision, Bowman said casually, "The others will be coming in here momentarily. And I should probably mention that I have an excellent view up your skirts." Drawing in a sharp breath, Hannah tried to gather her dress more closely around her, and her balance wobbled. Bowman cursed, his amusement vanishing. "Hannah, stop. I'm not looking. Be still, damn it. I'm coming up there to get you.

He kissed her as if he could breathe her in. Fierce kisses, hard ones, teasingly articulate ones, soft enticing ones, kiss to light bonfires and fill the sky and hold the stars aloft.

Sweetheart." He let out a serrated breath. "You tempt me just by being in the same room with me.