Deep Pov Quotes

“We kissed again . . . . My clit began to twerk.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“If I carried Catherine to the top of Mount Corcovado and placed her before the statue of Christ the Redeemer, Jesus would close his eyes and turn his back on her. If she touched his feet, the six million stone tiles that covered the religious figure would catch fire and fall like fiery rain,”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Finding Gideon

“Eye contact creates wars, creates fights, but eye contact also creates arousal. I felt the weird, pointless tingles, and I read his face and his smile. I tried to look inside him, see what he was feeling, while at the same time guarding myself.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“My hand slid into his. The warmth of his hand surrounded mine and made me wish Carson Boulevard was miles more than six lanes wide. He let my hand go when we made it to the sidewalk.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“He asked, "May I kiss you?"

I stopped blinking. The six lanes of traffic stopped moving. That question made the world stop spinning. A chill ran up and down my spine. My hands opened and closed a thousand times.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“My sounds encouraged his tongue to torture me. . . . Without embarrassment he sucked me like I was a man . . . . Glanced up at me as I looked down at him. . . . Then put all of his tongue deep inside me again. I lost it. People in planes, and on Century, Sepulveda, and Airport boulevards, heard my sexual pleas.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey

“He carried me, my legs wrapped around him, and moved in and out of me, stroked me as he walked around the room.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“His rod, his staff, it comforted me.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“I felt it coming and it felt so good, the hollowness inside my belly, a rising savageness, a sensation of hunger that I wanted to run from, yet embrace; control, yet submit to; and all I could do was squirm.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night

“The next thing I knew, I was falling. I dreamed I was being thrown into an open grave, but jerked awake and landed on a bed.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Finding Gideon

“We disconnected. And I wondered if we had ever truly connected.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“. . . the walls of her vagina tightening around me as she laughed.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“Her young lover changed positions, grabbed her and pulled her rear up high . . . went inside her at a brand-new angle, stroked and grunted. . . . Like he wanted to crawl inside her.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“Sweat rained from my forehead; my own salt blinded me until I wiped it all away.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“Jewell Stewark smiled at me from a billboard, the rain giving her face tears.”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge

“He . . . took his wedding ring off, as if he had meant to do it while I showered, then put it on the nightstand, as if that was all it took for a married man to become unmarried . . .”
― Eric Jerome Dickey, One Night