Zhuri

“Maybe she was a little naive about sex. But she truly hadn’t thought about it for ages before Adam, and even then, it was never quite in these terms—him above her, pushing her legs wide open with his palms on her inner thighs and then kneeling between them. Sliding down, low. “What are you—” The way he parted her with his tongue, it was as though she was butter and he meant to slice through her like a hot knife. He was slow but sure, and didn’t pause when Olive’s thigh stiffened against his palm, or when she tried to squirm away. He just grunted, rich and low; then ran his nose in the skin at the juncture of her abdomen, inhaling deeply; and then he licked her once more.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“You’re so big.” He groaned into her neck. His entire body was vibrating with tension. “You can take it.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“Adam—stop,” she pleaded, and for a moment he just nuzzled his face against her folds like he had no intention of doing any such thing.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis