Quotes About Sensuality

She clenched into climax, clutching at him, imperiously demanding he stay inside her. Still he rode her. Taking her higher into blinding pleasure. The blazing rapture sent her reeling. At the peak, she called out his name. This time when her passage gripped him, she held on until he joined the glorious conflagration. She milked him until he was spent. Even then quivers of ecstasy shook her.

Matthew emerged from sleep slowly, luxuriously. It must be nearly noon. He swam up from the depths of a calm warm sea. The glittering sea of the far south that he'd read about. A blue sea under a glorious sun. A sea full of pearls and exotic creatures and soft silky water. And mermaids. Indubitably there were mermaids in this sea. His particular mermaid slept naked in his arms. When he was inside her, she undulated in endless waves like a sea of pleasure.

Open your mouth, tesoro." He angled her face higher. "Open your mouth for me." At his raw demand, her eyes flared wide. For a drunken moment, he drowned in glorious brown, rich, autumnal, sensual. "O-open...?" He took advantage and claimed her, sliding his tongue into the interior. She made a sound of surprise and tried to back off. "No." "Bella, don't be afraid.

Do you want me?" he growled, rubbing his cheek against hers like a lion greeting his mate. And still his huge, throbbing power filled her. "More than life itself," she admitted. He

The women were thus simultaneously dressed up and stripped down. The evidence of an overmaterialized and scopically available body emerges not out of bare flesh or real ornaments, but instead from their phantasmic conflation, an overlapping of surfaces located in teasing peripheries: the borders of a collar, the peep of a hem, the gleaming edge of a sleeve.

He watched her, listened to her, and knew she was truly asleep. He kissed her forehead and found the act pleasing for its own sake. And, he admitted as he licked his lips, it was enjoyable for other reasons. Meg wasn't bitable, but he really did like the taste of her.

He kissed the spot where her neck and shoulder joined. The first kiss was light and chaste. With the second kiss, he used his teeth to hold her still while the tip of his tongue caressed and tasted her skin. He could feel her heart pounding, feel each breathy pant. Leaving a trail of soft kisses up her neck, he finally whispered in her ear, "You're not too young anymore.

He was seduction in motion

She was the most painful, most glorious dance of his life

his voice saying, You beauty. I can feel that beauty's heart beating inside mine as she presses into his arms in the high blue room–

He felt Herakles' hand move on his thigh and Geryon's head went back like a poppy in a breeze --

Heart beating inside mine as she presses into his arms in the high blue room.

Yes, I think I like all of those images. I can see your head thrown back and that long, smooth neck exposed to me in all of them.' His finger trailed down the side of her throat. 'Your eyes are becoming even more smoky and sensual, Marietta. From the inside out now, rather than the outside in. Shall we see what happens when the knowledge blooming there becomes a large, petaled rose?

Even should I wither from lack of food, lack of drink. I would be happy to exist solely on the feel of your lips against mine, I think.

He slowly smiled. 'Good. We'll start with the basics.' Her mind went blank. 'Basics?' 'Of kissing. Most people aren't good at kissing right from the start.' He looked her over. 'Unless you are a natural.' She blinked stupidly. His hand reached up and touched her cheek, gently tilting her head. 'It's like connecting puzzle pieces when you kiss. Or when you do anything else of a sexual nature.' The parts of her brain not already blank blessedly went dark.

I watched her peel off the slip, The bra closed in the front like the other. Ah, my teeth clenched seeing her tighten the clasps, breasts gathered like that. The she smoothed the flesh into the cups, lifted each breast, dropped it, her fingers casual, rough. I got hard watching it. Then the panties came up stretched sheer over her pubic hair. I could see the silk seal itself over her secret lips. Little crack. Hair a dark shadow underneath.

There she is in one of those tiny white bikinis, which is infinitely more seductive than pure nakedness.

Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen....

and she wore gowns as lovely as kisses…

If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days.

He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.

Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

Que signifie depuis le début, Leningrad, le désir de faire l'amour dans le noir ? Il ferme aussi toujours les yeux. Sauf quand je lui caresse le sexe avec ma bouche, il se soulève pour voir, si je lève les yeux, il détourne les siens aussitôt. Est-ce cela la honte, le refoulement

Il sait maintenant détacher les jarretelles. J'écris cela parce que, plus tard, c'est cela qui sera important, ce détail.)