Quotes About Sensuality

But right now, baby, I'm fucking you

He loved to fuck,needed the release to keep his muscles content,and though he didn't allow anyone to touch him,undress him,or speak to him,he made sure that the females who spread their legs and bent over the polished black surface of his Bösendorfer came in ways,durations,and decibel levels they'd never known existed.

Do you see my tongue sliding all the way down the ridge of your clit?Do you feel it thrusting up inside your cunt,fucking your drenched pussy until you come?All the way down my throat.

He loved to fuck,needed the release to keep his muscles content,abd rhough he didn't allow anyone to touch him,undress him,or speak to him,he made sure that the females who spread their legs and bent over the polished black surface of his Bösendorfer came in ways,durations,and decibel levels they'd never known existed.

Sex is like crying, it does look pretty if you really do it

I want nothing more than to climb between the silk sheets and wrap our nude bodies around one another. I want to hold and be held. Sex is a wondrous thing, but tonight I wish to be comforted more than pleasured. I feel like a child in the dark who knows the monsters are under the bed. I want to be told it will be alright, but I am far too old to believe such comforting lies. - Jean-Claude

He ordered food with a childlike glee and watched me eat, tasting it as I did. In private he'd roll on his back like a cat, hands pressed to his mouth as if trying to drain every taste. It was the only thing he did that was cute. He was gorgeous, sensual, but rarely cute. - Anita Blake about Jean-Claude

There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun. Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body. - Jean-Claude

He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.

More sex. We must have more sex.

Let's fool around. And then? he asked, voice low. When it's time, take blood, and then let's fuck. He gave a surprised burst of laughter. Ma petite, you are such a sweet-talker, how can I refuse?

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Now, let's get naked," I said.

I straightened up, pulling just a little away from him. He looked at me questioningly. "Something wrong?" "Nice aftershave," I said. No need to confess that I'd had an almost irresistible urge to nibble his neck. It was too embarrassing. The

I dropped the towel to the floor and crawled into the warm nest of the covers and Nathaniel's body. 'You sure you don't need to sleep more than you need sex?' 'Sex energizes me; you should know that by now.' Nicky loomed over both of us, propped up on one shoulder. 'I vote you as an honorary lion.' 'High praise,' Nathaniel said.

Il movimento dei suoi fianchi rimase lento, guardingo, meraviglioso, ma io volevo di più. Accostai la bocca alla sua. Non sono fragile. E lo baciai con tanta violenza da sentire la pressione delle sue zanne.

Quella di Jean Claude era un vento freddo e tempestoso, mentre quella di Richard era elettricità rovente.

He threw one long, leather-clad leg over the couch arm and slithered over it to his feet. It was like watching a lap dance without a lap. To my knowledge, Jean-Claude had never stripped at Guilty Pleasures, the vampire strip club he owned, but he could have. He had a way of making even the smallest movement sexual and vaguely obscene. You always felt like he was thinking wicked thoughts, things you couldn't say in mixed company.

Natalya's nearly naked backside. "I

the mouth they want to eat with, smile with, sing with, paint with glitter, lip- stick, and stain with grape popsicles or wine from a dark sea, a mouth to whisper with love, to open wide and swallow what love offers, hungry always for more.

Persephone tucks a lock of Ophelia's hair behind the shell of her ear and Ophelia takes Persephone's hand and gently kisses the palm.

How could he have known? How could he know my body better than I did myself? How could he foresee that a thumbnail run up my spine would—) "By God," he murmured throatily into my hair. "I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes upon you.

coffee must be 'hot as hell, black as sin, and sweet as love.

I threw myself down upon that small soft body, and her hand clutched me and tucked me home. She worked and strained in sweet agony beneath me. I brought her there. I heard her cry out and felt her quiver, and then I melted at last inside her in unutterable delight.