“As he lay there, he was sure that he could still feel the memory of that strange hand cupping the back of… — Neil Bartlett Copy Share Image
“Whereas this…this was wet. His lips sank into a rhythm obviously familiar to him—like a kind of slow rock over her mouth—and… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
When they kissed she immediately felt his tongue, tensed and strong, pushing past her teeth, like some bully shouldering his way into… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
