Sexual Tension Quotes

“Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.”
― Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Poetry as Insurgent Art

“You're still looking.'
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'You make it hard to look away.'
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'I'm over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, and you're fucking me with your eyes. That's not playing fair.'
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'Told you to stop staring.'
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'If you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me. And once I had you begging, I'd drop down to my knees, undo those flight leathers you're wearing, and wrap my lips around-'

Xaden chokes.

Every head in the dining hall turns his way, and Garrick pounds on his back until Xaden waves him off, taking a drink of his water.

I grin, which earns me about six looks of confusion from our table and one set of rolled eyes from Liam.

'You're going to be the death of me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I looked at him like a stranger, someone I’d never seen before, and he looked at me like I’d been lost to him for a thousand years and finally found.”
― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar

“Being faithful and monogamous is not natural for human beings. It takes work. Deep down we all know that. We have all been tempted to stray at some point or another. Even when it was only a fleeting thought and we didn't act on it. Every time we acknowledge that someone of the opposite sex is "attractive" or "sexy" we are doing nothing other than pointing out that they would be a suitable mate. Not acting on that natural impulse to want to mate with a viable mating partner requires a conscious decision. It's a constant struggle between what your body wants, and what the civilized part of your brain says you should do, in order to avoid the negative consequences of cheating on your spouse and ruining your long-term relationship. That's why affairs, and extra-marital sex, are often referred to as "a moment of weakness.”
― Oliver Markus Malloy, Why Men And Women Can't Be Friends

“The man was rude, crude, and inappropriate. I was taken with him the moment I walked in the door, and I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.”
― C.M. Stunich, Losing Me, Finding You

“Yes, I was obsessed with sex, but which guy isn’t at seventeen? Blame our media or our conservative society; the subject of sex is treated as if it is something unnatural. By denouncing sex heavily, our society has made people wanting it even more. Media, on the other hand, presents it as if it is something magical but denied to most people. Moral policing too has done nothing good but increased the lure of sex in the minds of the young by making it a taboo. In short, a lot of hullabaloo has been created over the issue of sex, and I too fell victim to the propaganda.”
― Abhaidev, The Influencer: Speed Must Have a Limit

“Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. And still, he hadn’t kissed me. Not once. Nothing but that brief brush of his lips. I was beginning to go a little crazy.”
― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar

“He paused, letting the tension mount. His solemn gaze met mine. "How long are you going to make me wait?"

I considered making a joke. Blowing the whole thing off like nothing had happened. But I cared about Adam too much to dismiss his genuine interest with careless sarcasm. "I don't know."

He stared at me for a few moments. Behind his eyes I could see the wheels turning. Weighing the options and eventualities. Finally, he breathed out through his nose, like expelling bad energy. "Well, I guess that's better than 'never'.”
― Jaye Wells, Green-Eyed Demon

“The brainless wonder in his pants certainly appreciated her nearness. The stupid bastard started pounding against his zipper like a convict pounding against the bars of his cell.”
― Julie Ann Walker, Thrill Ride

“If you really believe this is what you want, you're lying to yourself.'

'I'm not lying to myself,' Jacks snarled.

'Then tell me this is what you truly want. Swear you want this more than anything else and I'll never mention it again.'

Jacks grabbed her by the shoulders and looked directly in to her eyes. For a minute, he didn't speak. He just looked at her, at the remaining blood still on her lips and the dried tears staining her cheeks. 'I swear this is what I really want.' He spoke each word like a vow. 'I want to erase every moment you and I have spent together, every word you've said to me, and every time I've touched you, because if I don't, I'll kill you, just like I killed the Fox.'

Evangeline's heart stopped.

She searched Jacks' eyes, but all she saw was darkness, and all she felt was the press of his hands. He held on to her the way a person might grasp the edge of a cliff, knowing once they let go, there was no taking hold again.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Forgive me, madam," he said lightly, amused, "but waiting to make love to you again is straining my nerves."
She scoffed but she was quite shaken; he could see it in her expression, in the way she nervously toyed with the buttons on her pelisse.
"How awfully presumptuous of you to think I'd let you."
"You will," he insisted soothingly.
She gaped at him.
"Please continue," he urged. "I'm aching to hear the rest."
"You're as arrogant as usual."
"You missed it, though."
"I absolutely did not," she asserted.
He grinned. "You missed my arrogance almost as much as I missed your impudence, little one."
"That's absurd."
"I love you, Caroline," he softly, quickly replied, catching her off guard with such tenderness. "Move on before I decide I'm finished with this conversation, rip off your clothes, and show you how much.”
― Adele Ashworth, My Darling Caroline

“Good God! You two have got to quit that. You’re making my boy parts get bigger!”
― Julie Ann Walker, Thrill Ride

“He'd passed "ready" about three exits back.”
― Piper Vaughn, Wanting

“Oh my God, just sleep together already!”
― Stephanie R. Caffrey, Mistaken Identity

“Smoky blue eyes bore into me. His breath misted the air between us for a brief instant before he bent, his lips finding mine.”
― Briar Black, Bane

“Gail leapt from bed and went to sit in the tiny bathroom, seething with grief and anger. Then tears began to roll down her cheeks. To consider that her husband was arousing her as he spoke of his betrayal made her want to jump into the shower. That he expected this kind of arousal from her in a culture so far flung, confused her. The fact that he was not a virgin and further, that he hadn’t bothered to tell her this before the wedding, felt shameful.
Waves of rage washed over the building layers of regret for marrying Rich. The way he played with her in the telling of it!
His physical foreplay had readied her to try again, but now a sick feeling of remorse and hatred claimed her body. Gail stepped into the shower and steamed away her confusion, her disgust.
Gail wiped her tears and asked Rich to go sleep on the couch while in the same sentence informing him that she would be seeking counsel in the morning. She omitted saying what kind of counsel she would seek. She hardly knew herself.”
― Lynn Byk, The Fearless Moral Inventory of Elsie Finch

“Will you beg if I don't give it to you, Dina?" he whispered in her ear, sending a tremble right to her core. She would, she'd beg. With one rough tug he pulled her underwear off.
"Yes," she hissed as he caressed the seam of her pussy, his fingers rubbing against her clit with just the right amount of friction. She wasn't sure how long she could last.
When he plunged his fingers inside of her, Dina cried out. How could it feel so good? Had it ever felt this good with anyone else?
"Tell me, Dina. Is this all for me?" Scott growled against her throat.
"Yes, take it. Take me." She shuddered as his fingers pressed deeper, as she rode the palm of his hand.
"So fucking wet," he groaned. The hard press of his cock against her ass cheeks nearly sent her into a frenzy as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.
"Bend over for me so I can see you," he said, and Dina bent forward, resting her arms on the bed.
Scott was gone for a split second, and as his fingers left her she already felt bereft.
"Please, please," she moaned again, now on all fours.
"Such a pretty cunt," Scott said, his voice breaking apart behind her.
Then suddenly the emptiness ended, and Scott's mouth was there, licking, sucking at her pussy. Drinking her in. Dina let out a cry of pleasure as the tickle of Scott's beard brushed against her folds.
He buried his face in her pussy, his tongue pushing inside her, flicking back and forth. And then his fingers were there as his mouth found her clit and sucked and kissed and then the orgasm broke through Dina, arching her back in pleasure, and she grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets. Scott didn't let up; he continued to hold her there, burying his face deeper into her seam.
"Good girl," he said, lifting Dina back up as if she weighed nothing. She was glad to have his hands on her. She wasn't sure she'd be able to use her legs at that moment.
She faced Scott, looking up at him through half-closed eyes. The aftermath of the orgasm still rippled through her in electric shockwaves. But she still wanted more, needed more.
She needed to be filled by him.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever

“Rule one for fucking a wolf, June," Dom growled into my ear, making me shiver. "Dominance is everything."
The urgency tightened inside of me more and more with every stroke. I couldn't move, and it excited me.
Dom's mouth took mine. Biting and pressing hungrily. I was desperate for him. Desperate for his lips, desperate for climax.
"June," Dom warned.
I was too breathless to answer, panting, and nodding with fervor.
Yes. Yes! Please.
My wolf agreed passionately. We were an animal in heat. Fucking Dom was the only thing either of us could think of.
Dom thrust upward in one last strong jerk. "Let me see your eyes, June!"
He commanded me. I mean really commanded me. My wolf couldn't say no. I couldn't say no. I looked him in the eye as I lost it all.
"Ah!" A short, breathy yell left me as everything in me rose higher and higher toward that sweet release. The moment I felt his last thrust and the spilling of him inside me, I went to pieces.
My body tensed, riding him hard as we both came. It was both better and worse that I couldn't even move my hands, I was fully on display in my most vulnerable moment.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Wolves

“She said, 'We don't have to talk about anything. I just want to feel you inside me again.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“Some days it's still 'f*ck you.'

Other days I still want you to f*ck me.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“He watched me like he’d forgotten how to blink—eyes trailing every movement, hungry in a way that felt dangerous. Like he might devour me just for breathing wrong. And God help me, I wanted to breathe wrong.”
― Viola Wilde, Between Them: Naughty Spicy Forbidden night with my Brothers two Best Friends

“In the entire path of love, the steps that lead up to sex are the most slippery, one false step and it could make man slip out of woman’s favor, forever.”
― B.S. Murthy, Benign Flame: Saga of Love

“He kissed her neck and she bit his shoulder. His skin was like a salted caramel, and she didn't want him to rinse off before she got a taste. Even the piquancy of his sweat appealed to her, and as he reached overhead to adjust the sputtering showered, Iris kissed a path up the side of his torso to the softness of his underarm.
He pulled the strings on her bikini top and she undid the tie of his board shorts. Seeing him outside, in daylight, naked and aroused, awakened every inch of her body like the cool breeze on her wet skin. Their transgression laced her desire. She couldn't help grinning as he kissed her, and their teeth clicked like pearls. The shower water was warm by now, and they ducked into the stream together.
They kissed and caressed each other as the water made their skin slick with soap and sunscreen. Gabe ran his hands up and down her sides, then gripped the soft curves of her hips to spin her around and pulled her backside close. She leaned into his chest and felt his hardness thump between her thighs, her buttocks, slipping on her soapy body, and she teased him, swishing back and forth like a cat. He reached one hand around her breasts and slid the other down her stomach. When his fingers found between her legs wetter than water, he swore in her ear--- an exclamation and declaration of exactly what he wanted to do to her.
Iris glanced up toward the house, where the fear of someone seeing them had morphed to thrill, then fantasy. Unbidden, the image of Jonathan watching them from a window flashed behind her eyes, and then it was Jonathan's tan arm crossed over her collarbones, his hand making her ache. The first wave of pleasure made it hard to hold herself up. She opened her eyes and braced against the wall, her fingernails making fresh yellow scratches in the soft silver teakwood.”
― Francesca Serritella, Full Bloom

“Nice to meet you, and thank you for the drink and fries."
"Till next time," he said, "when we can share something delicious on purpose."
I felt that in my Lowcountry.”
― Victoria Benton Frank, The Violet Hour

“Ellis growled into her mouth, and she was lost. His mouth was reverent fire on hers, decadently soft but not gentle. There was nothing slow or careful or tentative about this kiss. His tongue was hot and slick, claiming her mouth, his grip on her neck firm and unyielding. It was everything.
He shifted against her again, brushing his cock against her and even through two layers of jeans, Rosemary could sense his size. Ellis kissed her like a man starved, like he couldn't get enough. His touch sent her into a frenzy and the only thing that could cure it was more. She reached for his belt buckle, but he stayed her hand.
"I thought you wanted...?" she asked through kiss-swollen lips.
"Oh, I do," he answered, voice all gravel. "I know how much you need it, too, don't you, love?" His grip on the back of her neck, her hips, became more possessive. Desire burned every inch of her skin.
"So much," she whimpered.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Stand up for me, love," Ellis said. The tone of his voice... sultry, low, inviting.
She stood, feeling a touch self-conscious. Goose bumps traveled across her skin as she watched Ellis take her in before him.
"Come here," he said.
The need for him: his praise, his touch, his mouth on hers--- it was all-encompassing. She walked closer, stopping just before him.
Ellis's chest was heaving, as if this was torture for him, too, the moment before they came together, and the delicious knowing. The knowing that they would. That there was no turning back now.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“Is that what my scent does to you?" He leaned in closer until I was all but bathing in the heady cocktail of sex and desire pouring off him. Despite my earlier admonition, his vampire beacon still blazed like a lighthouse at dawn. Damn him. "Does it make you want to take off your clothes? Sit in my lap?" He tilted his head a little to the side, dark eyes fixed on the side of my neck. "Offer yourself to me?"
He was looking straight through me. Wetness was already pooling between my thighs. No, no, no. This was not happening.
"No?" I cringed at how breathy and unsure I sounded.
Peter's eyes darkened as he leaned in even closer. His presence, his scent---
If I let him taste me, the pleasure would be unlike anything I had ever known.”
― Jenna Levine, Road Trip With a Vampire

“He leaned in, tracing the column of my neck with the tip of his nose. His touch was gentle, but electric with promise. "Kissing you won't even begin to get you out of my system."
He pulled away from me then, a war flashing in his eyes. Before I could react, before I could say anything more, Peter let out a soft groan.
"Fuck it," he muttered--- then pressed his lips to mine.”
― Jenna Levine, Road Trip With a Vampire

“A dangerous time, bath time.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“And then he absolutely fucked me. I gasped when he pushed in with one hard motion. The feeling of being so full so suddenly when when I was already so wet and teased and ready to go was a buzz of heaven in my head as all other thoughts were pushed away.
"You like this," he commented. Another thrust, a moan from me. "You're tighter than you've ever been for me, do you know that?" Another thrust, and all I could do was breathe out the tension that was building in a strained sound of agreement. Hot kisses and hard thrusts soon blurred as both of us chased whatever high of the night we were barreling toward with abandon.
I knew my muscles would ache tomorrow. The instinct to resist, to pull, to free myself from the ropes and their constant foreign sensation didn't fall away for a long while. Not being able to run my hands down Caspian's chest, to wrap my arms around his shoulders, hell, to hold on for dear life as he grabbed my hips and filled me.
"Fuck, Caspian." I couldn't catch my breath.
"Hold on a little longer for me, Madeline," Caspian growled in my ear, then grabbed one of my thighs, lifting it as much as the rope would allow to give himself a deeper reach into me.
Hold on, he'd said. I barely managed that; it felt more like I was along for the ride than anything else. Which was probably the ropes' doing, but it still made for one hell of a fuck, and I made mental notes to ask Caspian what else he'd been fantasizing about.
He slowed our motion just enough that I whined as he kissed me hard, my hands itching to reach for him, to feel what of him I could, but coming up empty.
"Come for me," Caspian commanded. And fuck if I didn't obey. He had me wound so wet, so hot, so tight, that the fall from the climax sent my head spinning. I know I called out some sound that could have been his name or just some scrambled word or other as he hit my inner walls in all the right places. Over and over he thrust, riding out my orgasm until he found his own. I did what I could to catch my breath when Caspian filled me with his heat.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens