sexy

Guys like him? They were the worst kind. All looks and no heart. Guys not like him? They were all deceiving, freaking asshats.

What is it about Paris that I just can__ keep my hands off of you?_ I ask him in between kisses.__t has nothing to do with Paris and everything to do with my raw sexuality, baby. I__ fucking irresistible,_ he growls just before he shoves his tongue down my th

I'm warning you, that jacket is sexy. The Institute could go up in sexy, sexy flames.

It was like my uterus was tapping out a happy dance on the rest of my organs. God, I was dying the longest, most tortuous, and arousing death in the history of the world.

I'd never wanted to consume another body as rabidly as I did when he was inside me, but even like this, I could never seem to get close enough to the parts of him I wanted to feel. And it was with that thought in my mind that the delicious ratcheting tension along my skin and in my belly crystallized into an ache so heavy I slipped my legs off his shoulders, pulling all of his weight on top of me and pleading, "Please, please, please," over and over.

Don't tempt fate.___y fate? I already know it and I have it in front of me._ He put an arm around me and pulled me to his lips.__ haven't said __es_ yet.___o need. I know what the answer is.

I doubt your Argonaut kin would approve of that,_ she managed. __hey didn__ much like me being in your realm.___hey__l just have to get used to it. Some things in life are more important than duty and honor.__ods, how she wished that were true. __othing in life is more important than duty and honor, Titus.__e cradled her face in his hands again. __ou are.__hat was it. All she could take. A desperate need to be close to him one last time overwhelmed every thought and action. She pressed her mouth to his. Kissed him hard. Gasped when his arms closed around her waist with the strength of a vise. Lost herself in the sweet taste of his tongue stroking urgently across hers.__ want you,_ she whispered against his lips. Desperation clawed at her soul.She pressed her lips to his again, opened, licked into his mouth. Warmth, wetness, hunger caressed her tongue in an erotic dance. She trailed one hand down his bare chest, over the waistband of his pants.

I__ talking to you in bed at one in the morning. How mad can I be?__ picture him there, in what, flannel pajamas? Underwear? Nothing at all?

As if reading her mind, he leaned into her again, pupils dark, irises glowing like a forest caught in the last rays of sun before dusk_ __o you want me to make you come?___s that a trick question?

A man__ bank balance is the new penis size.

She's a slinky sort of person, no angles at all; and magnetic - you can't take your eyes off her. She's dressed like a Westerner, but her eyes have a slant to them. They are the eyes of an Easterner. She doesn't walk like our women do, she seems to writhe all in one piece - undulates is the word. ("Kiss Of The Cobra")

Jesus, you never fail to surprise me, baby._ He__ supporting the heavy bike, and us, with his strong legs braced on either side. He reaches between us and rips my yoga pants at the seam of my crotch. Holy fucking shit! My panties are next, and before I know it, he__ lowered the waist of his pants and is filling me.

Ah, lass, you're looking at my cock like you want tae give it a suck.

-Do you want to posses my body?-"I want to do many things to your body but that's not one of them

Got a pair just like those. Never seen 'em lookin' like that though." "Like what?" Sauntering away from her, I smirked. "Sexy as fuck.

He paused for a minute and I could feel him trembling. __ love you,_ he whispered against my skin and then his teeth, broke through.

Come on, Princess," he called to the bench, and Carlotta bounced up. She was wide like the rest of them, but no man could fairly say she was too wide. The most that could be said was that she did not have much further to go before she would have to start squeezing it in and strapping it up, which she clearly did not do now. She let it hang where it was, and it did very nicely by itself. As she passed among the boys they looked her over with unconcealed envy, as though they knew she had something they didn't have but were not quite sure what it was. One thing was certain, she got more exercise than they did.The next to be noticed were her braids, they hung forward over her terrain, ignoring as much as possible her contours, like two shiny black meridianal lines demarking her longitudes as far down as the equator. It was not hard to imagine oneself spending a long lifetime on that bare little island alone, with no plan or ambition, too overcome with the heat to continue on south to the pole, far less return to the continents. Nothing productive could ever be accomplished there, but there would be comfort such as few men have known, there would be torpor. The body swelled with such thoughts, the mind shrank from them, and the longing eyes traveled finally up north, to where those meridians came together at a point above a bland white area vaguely charted, with few landmarks, no doubt sparsely inhabited. There the imagination halted.

I'm going to be fit and slim and beautiful. I'm going on a diet as of today.""Why? You've always said that looks don't matter and women only diet for men and life is obsessed with the superificial.""Yes, I know, but then I thought, hey wouldn't it be fun to be sexy?