Quotes About Sensuality

That night both of us were ashamed. Not only showing our masochism but even worse, not being able to really do it well. We made love again in the bathtub and her halfhearted thrashing became a faded memory.

If you were M. Pujol, Madeleine says, I would reach out my hand to you. Like this. If you were M. Pujol, Adrien says, I would press my mouth against your pulse. Like this. If you were he, she says, I would cup your chin in my fingers. If you were he, he says, I would take those fingers into my mouth. Then my mouth would envy my fingers, she says. Then your mouth must usurp your fingers, he says. And then, she says, I would do this.

Sitting next to him for such a long time made me want to ravish him on the beach where grains of sand would coat our bodies.' The Romantic featured in Summer Romances

Undressing myself had no fun in it, now I had undressed her.

Her eyes are like fingers. They can touch. They can press and pinch.

It made me giddy. It made me blush, worse than before. It was like liquor. It made me drunk. I drew away. When her breath came now upon my mouth, it came very cold. My mouth was wet, from hers. I said, in a whisper, 'Do you feel it?

I have seemed to see our kisses there sometimes, I've seen them hanging in the curtains

There seemed no motion, no rhythm, in all the world, but that which I had set up, between her legs, with one wet fingertip.

I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

And suddenly I got what the big deal was about kissing. How someone could suck on your bottom lip and make you come completely undone. That someone stroking the hair back from your face could make you swoon and someone sliding his hands underneath your top could make you feel wanted for the first time in your life.

Each kiss was like biting into the richest darkest chocolate and pausing to savour the taste.

she kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun

E, senza che apparentemente nessuno di noi abbia preso alcuna iniziativa, premiamo i nostri corpi l'uno contro l'altro, baciandoci come se fosse la mezzanotte in una festa alla fine del mondo.

They kissed for the sort of endless moment that only exists between lovers whose lips are still new territory to one another.

Horror is a lot like sex," Moore continued. "It's raw and it's primal and when it's good—when it's really good—it even hurts a little. But the good kind of pain, you know?

She was thirty-eight years old and cut like marble. Defined, but not obscenely muscular. Sexy, but not grotesque.

Every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back, I hope you feel it.

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

Walking in the dark, seeing lovers do their thing. That's the time, I feel like making love to you.

Nothing makes me happier than dancing. It transforms me. It's the only time I let out what is inside and I feel completely sensual and sexy and alive.

Reminds me of the red dress you wore the first time I had you. That was it for me, you know. You devastated me. There was no coming back from that.

My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.

He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.

He looked again. Longer this time. She may have 'forgotten' to put a bra on that morning. Another oops. "Are you kidding me with that?" he asked.