“I run my fingers just down the long place where the insides of your thighs touch, all the way to your knees, and then I’d let go of your legs, and they’d fall slightly apart, and as my hands started to move up inside them, with my fingers splayed wide, they’d move farther and farther apart, and then…”— Nicholson Baker, amazon.com
“He pulled his head up from my breast and leaned up and over me, still holding my hands captive. I twisted, aching and raw. ‘Fuck me, you’re a hot piece of ass,’ he muttered. I closed my eyes, trying to catch him with my hips, whimpering for him to take me.”— Joanna Wylde, amazon.com
“He covered one of her breasts with a telekinetic hand, stroking down to squeeze her nipple. She clenched around him, her wetness molten, It took Kaleb’s brain a micro-second to make the connected. Giving her neglected breast the same treatment, he rubbed at her clitoris with a phantom finger, while…”— Nalini Singh, amazon.com
“'But one more thing.’ Derek leaned forward, resting his hands on either side of her on the counter, then dipped his head lower. Ginger’s mind reeled as he ran his tongue upward in one long lick of her neck. ‘The longer it takes me to get between your thighs, the rougher I’m going to be when I finall…”— Tessa Bailey, amazon.com
“He bit at Ty’s lower lip. Bit hard. Ty’s fingers dragged down his shoulder and he let Ty’s lip go. He thrust again, his cock growing painfully hard inside his jeans. He reached between their bodies to loosen his belt and pull the zipper, then pushed his jeans and boxers down. Ty’s eyes were dark and…”— Abigail Roux, amazon.com
“And he was kissing me again, and slipping the shorty nightgown over my head. His strong and gentle hands began to stroke me, his hands, his lips, his tongue. Gentle. Not frightening. Knowing what he was doing. I felt my nipples rise, and it startled me.”— Madeleine L'Engle, amazon.com
“He reached over and touched his finger very delicately to the edge of one of its straps, near my collarbone, but instead of pushing it down and off my shoulder as I thought he would, he ran his finger slowly along then upper edge of my bra in front and then traced it all the way down around the bott…”— Cheryl Strayed, amazon.com
“She slid further down, introducing herself to the rest of him. His neck. His nipples. His chocolate brown stomach. She sipped the last of the river from the hollow of his navel. She pressed the heat of his erection against her eyelids. She tasted him, salty, in her mouth. He sat up and drew her back…”— Arundhati Roy, amazon.com
“He puts his hands under her knees and maneuvers her carefully so that her bottom rests on the edge of the settee. He slips his fingers underneath the worn elastic of her panties that are strung across the points of her hips, slips them to her ankles and softly draws apart her knees and feels again a…”— Nick Cave, amazon.com
“He kissed her ear, as he said, "I don't want either of us to ever forget this night." She answered by plastering her mouth on his and kissing him in a way she'd never thought possible, her hips moving against him, knowing there must be more. Ben settled himself between her legs. She cradled his hips…”— Cathy Maxwell, amazon.com
“Noelle is at our side, watching, touching herself. Only once does she lean forward and suckle at his shoulder. His mouth leaves mine and finds hers. He earns a delicious purr before I pull on his hair to get him back to me.”— Sara Dobie Bauer, amazon.com
“'You are mine,' he grunts out, pumping into me, the length and level of his arousal brutal. 'Mine,' he swears, as he releases my mouth and turns me around, pushing me forward as he yanks my legs back, one hand hard on my back, the other gripping my ass. He doesn’t slow the movement, giving me full,…”— Alessandra Torre, amazon.com
“He presses my lips to his, and they're searing hot. I want to reach the top with him, to kill him, just for the high. 'Fuck you Sam,' I whisper against his lips, and now he lets go to unzip his jeans. He grabs me by the waist of my skirt and yanks it, breaking the elastic... He pulls me away from th…”— Martha O' Connor, amazon.com
“He drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his to…”— Lauren Blakely, amazon.com
“He felt her slip down the bed. She unfastened his pants, eased his briefs over his hips, and brushed the length of his cock with her palm before taking him in her mouth. He sighed, eyes shut, thinking about how unbelievably good it felt, when Rachel gave a throaty moan, then rolled her mouth from ba…”— Jennifer Weiner, amazon.com
“I arched against him when he moved to my other breast. Two fingers worked inside me, a little uncomfortable but nothing I couldn’t handle. Not so long as he kept his mouth on me, lavishing my breasts with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot and my eyes rolled back into my head. So close.…”— Kylie Scott, amazon.com
“'I want you sore, baby,’ he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward. ‘Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.'”— E.L. James, amazon.com
“Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.”— Sylvia Day, amazon.com
“I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.”— Lucy Christopher, amazon.com
“I felt that if he touched me, I'd die. and then the thought crawled into my brain that if he didn't touch me, I'd die.”— Kitty Thomas, amazon.com