Physical Pleasure Quotes

“And what’s a healer’s touch like?” she asked, working quickly to push the needle through and tie off another knot, closing his wound with each stitch.
“Light as a feather. Like this.”
He moved his hand from her arm to her breast. His fingertips brushed the bared skin above her bodice in teasing strokes. She held herself still, beguiled by the sensation. She’d never have guessed her body would react so to a man. She should be afraid, she knew, but her only fear was that he’d stop.
His touch moved down, between the stiff boning of her bodice and the soft, thin chemise, circling her nipple slowly through the cloth of her undergarment.
Oh, how he made her ache. He tormented that needy skin with his nearness. She fought the urge to squirm into his touch. When he finally flicked a nail over it, a jolt of wickedness shot from her breast to her womb.”
― Connie Mason, Sins of the Highlander

“Her breath hitched when he slid a thick finger into her wet heat. Slow. Firm. Agonizingly delicious.
"You're so wet," he murmured. "It really did turn you on."
"You turn me on." She arched against him, pleasure rippling through her core. Sam pushed another finger inside, angling to brush against her sweet spot.
"I thought you needed me, like right now," she panted as he palmed her breast through her clothes.
"I need to give you pleasure first." His heated gaze trapped her, made her insides tighten.
"So you're a gentleman sex beast." She wrapped her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through the softness of his hair. His shoulders were so broad, his neck corded with muscle. But unlike Harman's steroid-enhanced physique, Sam's perfect body was real.
"I don't feel like a gentleman." His voice was deeper than normal, thick and hoarse. He teased her nipple to a peak through her clothes. "The things I want to do to you right now are as far from gentlemanly as you can get.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“With regard to character and reward, society has its priorities completely backward. We who enjoy experiencing and sharing physical pleasure are stigmatized and criminalized. Meanwhile those who enjoy controlling, punishing, and otherwise exercising power over non-consenting others are paid large salaries at the public's expense. Often they are given special uniforms and called heroes.”
― Starchild

“Elspeth reached up a tentative hand to comfort him, palming the cheek that wasn’t covered with woad.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer. Her lips parted. His tongue swept in. Her belly clenched, and a warm glow settled between her legs.
He left her lips and began kissing her chin, her cheeks, her neck. “Ach! Ye’re sweet, lass.”
Pity dissipated like morning mist. Instead, little wisps of pleasure followed his mouth’s path. The stubble of his beard grazed the tops of her breasts, and her nipples tightened almost painfully. She sucked her breath over her teeth to keep from crying out in pleasure and surprise when his palm covered her breast, the pressure sweet even through the stiff boning of her pink silk bodice.”
― Connie Mason, Sins of the Highlander

“This will hurt ye more than it does me,” she said as she pulled the thread through his skin.
“Nay, lass, you’re but tickling me,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. His thumb rubbed back and forth over her forearm.
“What are ye doing?” she demanded.
“Hmm?” He blinked, all innocence.
She looked pointedly down at his hand. His thumb stopped.
“I was just distracting myself a bit from the pain,” he said. “Ye’re fair soft.”
“Ye’re accustomed to scratchy wool. That’s just the silk ye feel.”
“No, I can imagine ye beneath your clothes,” he said. “I’m thinking your skin puts silk to shame.”
― Connie Mason, Sins of the Highlander

“One day incentives may catch up with inflation, but it will never catch up with our aspirations.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Tell me you did not spend all those nights with her and never spread her thighs to claim your prize.”
A growl of fury rumbled from his chest at the crudity in her words, but the sound did not seem to bother Pendragon one bit.
She actually laughed at his response. “Of course you did, my lord, as I knew you would. It was the final barrier you had yet to cross in your search for pleasure.”
“It signifies nothing.”
Her green eyes glittered. “It means everything.”
The woman turned away from him and strode toward the chair he had recently vacated. With a swish of her skirts, she turned and lowered herself gracefully. Tipping her head, she looked at him with a superior little half smile.
“What did you feel when you took possession of your gentle maiden?”
Her words might have been mocking if not for her expression, which had settled into one of patient nonjudgemnet. It was the same way she had looked at him the first time he had gone to her.
“Think carefully. What did you feel?”

Avenell’s gut tensed as he involuntarily recalled the sensations of being burned within Lily’s warmth and softness. He relived in his mind the way their naked bodies moved together, heard her endless gasps and moans echo, felt the overwhelming heat, the pervading pleasure. Every time they came together it was intense and consuming, obliterating everything else in existence.
That was the problem. He always felt too much with her.
And despite that, he had never been able to shake his yearning for more.”
― Amy Sandas, The Untouchable Earl

“Physical pleasures are not associated with attachment-abhorrence; the belief in an opinion itself is attachment-abhorrence.”
― Dada Bhagwan

“He was impressed by her stillness. Her calm willingness to allow him such liberties.
To reward her, he leaned forward, just enough so he could press his lips to her shoulder. Touching the tip of his tongue to her skin, he reveled in the sound of her breath catching with pleasure. She tasted salty and sweet. Innocent. Pure.
A delicate shudder passed through her, and she turned her head toward him. Her lips were parted and swollen, as though she'd been worrying them with her teeth. The thick drift of her lashes was still lowered over her gaze.
"My lord?" she said in a whispered plea.
"Do you enjoy the feel of my hands on your body?"
"Yes."
He kept one hand pressed to her lower back as he stepped around to her side, where he could better observe her full reactions. His other hand slid over her hip and across the gentle curve of her belly. Her body quivered.
"Are you afraid?" he asked as he moved to cup her full breast in his hand.
"Yes," she replied in a weakened voice. Her spine softened, and her chin lowered by a fraction. "But I love the way you frighten me.”
― Amy Sandas, The Untouchable Earl

“Pendragon had been the first person to accept his condition without judgement, but Avenell wanted so much more than acceptance from Lily.
The feel of her body in his hands, her skin like warmed silk under his lips, had been intense. He had never experienced a woman's body the way he had Lily's, as though every bit of her was magic. Her softness and quiet strength had inspired him to a tenderness he had not known he possessed. The scent of the sweet jasmine and earthy sandalwood of his perfume mingled flawlessly on her body. On every inhale he had drawn her essence in with his breath, and his blood had heated dangerously.”
― Amy Sandas, The Untouchable Earl