new-adult-lit

I promise to keep my hands to myself. I'm too exhausted to make a move on you.

Our first kiss was there on the bridge in the woods. How do you describe a first kiss? It is like trying to hold water in your hands. There is an ancient Chinese proverb that compares kissing to drinking salted water. __ou drink, and your thirst increases,_ it says. Time, I__ sure, passed by, but we remained unavailable for comment.

It was a time before Facebook and Instagram and texting. I imagine it must be easier now, for college students. Home must not feel so far away anymore. But how do you cut the apron strings if the strings are virtual?

Rhys shuddered, and I watched his cock twitch.__lay later,_ he ground out.Indeed.His mouth found mine, the kiss open and deep, a clash of tongues and teeth. He lay me down on the pillows, and I locked my legs around his back, careful of the wings.Though I stopped caring as he nudged at my entrance. And paused.__lay later,_ I snarled into his mouth.Rhys laughed and slid in. And in. And in.

Please,_ I gasped out.He just brushed his lips against my jaw, my neck, my mouth.__amlin,_ I begged. He palmed my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple. I cried out, and he buried himself in me with a mighty stroke.For a moment, I was nothing, no one.Then we were fused, two hearts beating as one, and I promised myself it always would be that way as he pulled out a few inches, the muscles of his back flexing beneath my hands, and then slammed back into me. Again and again.I broke and broke against him as he moved, as he murmured my name and told me he loved me. And when that lightning once more filled my veins, my head, when I gasped out his name, his own release found him. I gripped him through each shuddering wave, savoring the weight of him, the feel of his skin, his strength.For a while, only the rasp of our breathing filled the room.I frowned as he withdrew at last__ut he didn__ go far. He stretched out on his side, head propped on a fist, and traced idle circles on my stomach, along my breasts.

The Female Orgasm. The Big O. That elusive, reclusive Loch Ness of the labia. Does it prove the existence of God, or just His twisted sense of humor?

If you're around someone who makes you feel good, you have to go for it. Don't hold back.

Just your being here justifies that what I feel for you is strong enough to endure anything.

Chemistry's a tricky thing, and if I'm not feeling it, I'm not gonna pretend.

He made me feel wanted - good about myself, even. Like he immediately accepted me for me, no questions asked.

This is New York, babe. Be ready to expect anything.

What is it about guys named Adam?

I always fantasized about having a girl stand on my bar like in that movie Coyote Ugly, but I never thought it would happen.

I'd love to wake up next to you in this room, in this bed, every day.

My heart was divided for so long. Now I'm able to give you every part of me. You deserve nothing less.

You know I'm always ready to indulge your fantasies.

I don't know? Maybe because we had sex.

Well if it isn't little miss 'Call Me Maybe' back from the dead.