Charlotte Stein Quotes & Sayings

Am I ... not what you were expecting?
Of course, my immediate instinct is to say no. No, you're not what I was expecting. You're so heavy and solid and masculine that I just want to climb you like a tree, and maybe live on your face for a couple of decades. — Charlotte Stein

Never let some guy take advantage of you just 'cause you're worried about seeming mean, — Charlotte Stein

I know because when I offered to help you move in you looked at me like you were just waiting for the punch line to a joke I wasn't telling. And that's what bullies do to people. They don't just hurt you or make you feel bad for five minutes in high school . They create the backbone of every friendship you try to have from then on. They change your life forever. — Charlotte Stein

Everything had been cloaked in sensuousness, to the point where details seemed fuzzy and languid.
Like the cuff of his sleeve stroking over the back of her hand, or the feel of his breath stirring against her lips. Her lips had grown seventy thousand nerve endings between yesterday and right now, and they seemed to buzz whenever he moved. — Charlotte Stein

I love you, Quade," she says, once the kiss is done and with his warmth still in her. "Always have."
"See, I knew - "
She cracks him one on the arm before he can finish. It can't always be kisses and dancing, after all. Sometimes you've got to keep things zesty. Sharp. Tough, like love is. She's pretty sure her love for him is tough all right.
It let her run to him, after all.
"Okay, maybe I didn't know. But I knew this much - I've loved you since the first day you punched me in the face. And I'll love you 'til the last. — Charlotte Stein

When she finally pulled away from him - much to Aley's stuttering forward reluctance - he wanted only to echo Aley's words:
Oh! Do it again. — Charlotte Stein

You know, kissing, she said, as though this was just going to be a demonstration. Which it apparently was, because suddenly she found herself leaning forward and
It lasted no more than a moment. Barely anything at all, really. And yet when she pulled back, she could read the effect it'd had, all over his face. It hummed through him, visibly. His big eyes swallowed her whole. — Charlotte Stein

And your words ... "
"Tell me about my words."
"They make me crazy."
"Which ones, specifically?"
"All of them. Any of them."
"So mostly 'and', and 'when', and 'if'."
It's another challenge, ten hurdles high. I can clear it, though. I can.
"No. Mostly 'sex' and 'pleasure' and the way you just said 'wet'."
"Like it excites me."
"Yes. Exactly, yes."
"Like I want you to tell me all about that slippery seam between your legs, and how eager you must be to have someone lick their way over it."
"Oh, God, yes."
"And how I would, if I were there. I'd kiss your pussy until you forgot every little sliver of that restraint, play with your nipples to make them so pretty and stiff, slide my fingers inside you just as I think you might be doing now. Are you? — Charlotte Stein

He nods, eagerly. I wish to God I didn't have to add that 'eagerly' onto that description. — Charlotte Stein

I know, he says, and it's the strangest thing. I can tell he's smiling, slow and syrupy, when he says it. — Charlotte Stein

That's okay - you know why? Because I could. And I'd do it again in a heartbeat if anything laid a hand on you, I swear to God I would.
It was a surprise, how fierce the words came out. Also a surprise - how hard he kissed her after she'd said it. In fact, it wasn't a kiss at all. It came out much more like he'd decided to bury himself in her, immediately. As though he could just suffocate inside her body if he really tried hard enough. — Charlotte Stein

Wear it for me, the note says, though it's not the words I'm interested in. The words are a command, of the type men have given me all my life. But the question mark on the end ... the question mark is the thing I'm drawn to. I trace it with my fingers, that curve as compelling as the wood he's worked into such lovely shapes. — Charlotte Stein

But love isn't something that can simply bend around all barriers. It isn't a coat you can wear for all occasions. — Charlotte Stein

What does it matter?" she asks, and though his answer likely should take a thousand years to come, he gets it out quicker than a snap of the fingers.
"Because I love you!" he says. "Because I'm in love with you, God help me. — Charlotte Stein

Aw, honey - you sound real ready for it. You always get like this? All on edge like this, just about a second away from coming, before we've even started?"

How did he know? She didn't even know and she was the one about to do it.

"You know, most women can't come easy, this way. But it's good to know you can, 'cause baby I'm gonna work you so good on my cock, I swear to God. — Charlotte Stein

He suggested devils, skulls, harsh masculine drawings. This thing was ... heart poundingly good. She wanted to pluck it, and bury her face in it, and keep it in a vase by her bedside. — Charlotte Stein

I'll tell you, got it? I'll tell you - it's because you are the kindest person I've ever met. Just the kindest fucking person. How about that, huh? — Charlotte Stein

I missed the strangest, most exciting event of my life, because I couldn't believe it was real. — Charlotte Stein

You're a bad girl, trying to force me over the edge ... But you don't have to. I'm already there. I'm already lost in you. — Charlotte Stein

No, baby," he said. "I ain't never satisfied when it comes to you. Even when I'm right there touching you, I want more of you. — Charlotte Stein

I can even see that little flourish he often does with his hand. The one that looks like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat, only the rabbit is your dignity and the hat is him slowly strangling it to death in front of you. Certainly — Charlotte Stein

Too often women are expected to be considerate and thoughtful when really fear and doubt would be a more reasonable response. — Charlotte Stein

It's enough to send a spike of sensation through me, and enough to make him push out this delicious sound. It's like an oh with the smooth bits sawn off, all rough and guttural and so good to hear. — Charlotte Stein

You don't know what I long for."
"How can you imagine so when you make it this clear? You long for something different, and lovely, and exciting," he says, as my eyes drift closed. "You long to be outside your own skin, for just a little while. — Charlotte Stein

OK, so ... hugging. How does that go? You sort of ... stretch your arms out ... " He does so too robotically, too broadly. It looks kind of like he's trying to find a boulder to slot into the space he's made between his chest and his hands. He looks like Donkey Kong, I think, and then I giggle. "What? I'm getting this soooo right. I just have to clamp these things around you, now ... — Charlotte Stein

I like you. I like you so much that I ... I think about you an inadvisable amount. But I really need there to be some more ... dating in what we're doing. Can we not just go out some time, have drinks, walk home, kiss goodnight? — Charlotte Stein

And I want the heart. I do. I don't care if it's black with despair and riddled with rot. I'd live inside the bits of him that are barely functioning, if I could. I'd spend the rest of my days trying to piece him back together, if he'd let me. — Charlotte Stein

We're never doing this again. The next time I leave, you're coming with me. — Charlotte Stein

I care about Cameron. I more than care. He's wonderful, and he should know it every day. He should know how kind he is, how good. How fantastic his story was, and how I can't wait to read more. And how I can't stop looking at him right now, because his face is so perfectly lovely that my eyes just have to make up for lost time. — Charlotte Stein

Certainly seems it when she half-turns in his arms and he just leans right down into her and kisses and kisses. Oh, how syrupy-slow his kisses are. She could live in those warm, wet pulls. — Charlotte Stein

But then if I'm being honest, most happy-sounding things probably wouldn't suit him. He could be riding the Matterhorn at Disneyland while eating ten tubs of gingerbread ice cream and still seem as fierce and angry as fuck. — Charlotte Stein

She went at him like a nun briskly rubbing a pair of underpants against a washboard, full of pure vim and gusto. But no matter how sexless she tried to be, sex kept slipping in there anyway. — Charlotte Stein

Sol? As much as I appreciate you making me this lovely womanly blanket ... you think we could try lying like normal people who don't want to merge into one being?"
"Can't have that. We'd make one gross merged being. Your ass and my ass together? The universe would run in terror. — Charlotte Stein

See - this is the problem. You don't even get where this is going. You can't just ask me to come in, or kiss me, or tell me you want to know what smoking pot feels like. When I'm close to you I feel crazy, okay? When you say my name I feel crazy. It's not ... the right thing for you. I don't think I can just ... be your friend. — Charlotte Stein

His voice sounded like molten metal. As if he had something thick at the back of his throat and it was making him sound deeper and richer than he actually was. — Charlotte Stein

She loved him for doing things like calling her such a goof. He said it with such warmth and affection, as though her being silly meant something good, instead of how her other boyfriends had felt about it - that being goofy or silly made her a scattered flake who didn't fit into their career plans. — Charlotte Stein

But somehow, the way he looks doesn't quite compute in the manner it should. Instead, it just makes me realise something: I've never met a man as handsome as him who behaves the way he does. Who wears all of his expressions on his sleeve and puts a hand up his own cardigan and doesn't seem aware that he's utterly, utterly lovely. — Charlotte Stein

Are you fucking kidding me? How do you get this wet? Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. I don't even ... ohhhhh God. It's all over your legs. Oh baby, I'm gonna fuck you so hard. — Charlotte Stein

I would never forbid you. I can't forbid you. It's not in my power to, and it never should be. — Charlotte Stein

He had lovely eyes, really - not assessing, at all, but big and dark and ... waiting. — Charlotte Stein

You know, there's nothing you could tell me that would change my mind about you."

"That's 'cause you know me now, June. You don't ever want to know about me then. I don't want to know about me then."

"Think I would have ever ripped my back open on barbed wire to get away from you?"

"No - no, Jesus, June. Are you crazy? I could never, I could never - "

"Then I'm okay knowing you, whenever. I don't care what you say - you're a good guy. You're the best kind of guy. The things you've done for me, I - "

She couldn't speak, then. The glow was almost completely gone - it would never return if she started bawling.

"Hey, hey - okay. Okay, baby. It's okay. — Charlotte Stein

I want to kiss you. I want to so badly I can barely think of anything else. When you enter a room it's my only thought, and it torments me night and day. — Charlotte Stein

You really don't get how amazing you are, do you? Well let me make it really clear for you - so amazing that I would risk everything, just to let you know. Just to tell you I love you, Sergei. I love you. I love you more than my life — Charlotte Stein

You want it, you slutty little bookworm. — Charlotte Stein

Someday he'll actually kiss me, and I'll turn to dust and blow away. — Charlotte Stein

Girl with a pie, I'll call it. It's almost like guy with an axe, if you squint hard enough. — Charlotte Stein

You know it feels good. I can hardly geta ... I don't even ...
There was something amusing about watching him trying to form a coherent sen-tence. Amusing, but arousing at the sametime. — Charlotte Stein

For years I thought babies came out of belly buttons and masturbation meant chewing your food really well — Charlotte Stein

Oh my God, I'd forgotten what this felt like."
"Not a lot of huggers in Hollywood, huh?"
"None like this - holy shit. Okay, I'm just going to kind of slump into you now. So if you're averse to that, say before I'm swamping your helpless body."
"I don't mind if you swamp."
"Are you sure? Because I think I'm a fumbling virgin at this."
"You're doing fine. In fact I think I'm close to a cuddling orgasm. — Charlotte Stein

You are a strange people. So loving, yet so lonely, inside. I would lie awake at night and gaze up at the dark blue sky, and ache to feel your loneliness - even though I was always there. I was always there, Mae. — Charlotte Stein

His head went back, on the stroke up, again. When he finally looked back at her hands still on him, and his cock all neatly wrapped, his words came out gravelly, and wondering.
"What a strange notion."
"You won't miss too much of the sensation. It's really not that bad."
His mouth quirked up at the corner.
"Why would I miss any sensation? The whole of our bodies are going to be touching. Are you going to encase the rest of me in a stocking?"
Laughter, again. It felt good, so good.
"I guess not - now get down here and fuck me. — Charlotte Stein

I want to taste that sweet little mouth of yours," he says, but he's not done. He's just using a dramatic pause to build the tension for the next bit. And it's good that he does, because the next part is this: "Before I make you come so hard you forget who you are. — Charlotte Stein

It didn't come from any place. You're imagining it. I absolutely never call you cute nicknames in my head. Ever. I'm much too manly for anything like that."
"Well, that's a shame because I was just thinking how great it is when you go against the manly grain. You know, like ... when you cook things, and respect my boundaries, and touch me so ... gently. — Charlotte Stein

She'd never really touched their faces before, but that didn't mean anything. She touched other parts of them all the time. Or at least, they touched things on her and she tried to pretend it wasn't happening in case she accidentally slipped and fell tongue first into their mouths. — Charlotte Stein

Better to have rarely loved and hardly lost, than ever to have loved at all. Better to be safe than sorry, better to stay out of the kitchen if you don't want to get burned — Charlotte Stein

Why not? It's true. I don't even laugh for anyone but you."
She hesitated, for that one. Did he really mean that? Surely not.
"Tim seems like a really funny guy." She tried, but all it did was make his mouth form that mean line.
"Tim pees in the kitchen sink."
"Well, okay. I could atleast promise not to do that, but even so- — Charlotte Stein

Jesus Christ, you're soaking wet. Seriously, have you been going around with all this between your legs? I can feel it through fucking flannel, honey. Oh my God, I can feel it through flannel, he said, the first words almost steady and sure and the last ones like nothing she'd ever heard before. — Charlotte Stein

Evie, stop," he said between kisses. She should have been relieved. She should have, but really all she could feel was the heavy and constant ache between her legs. How warm it made her feel, how daring.
And of course it only got worse when he said, "God, baby, you're so greedy."
It didn't even humiliate her. Somehow he made it sound like the sweetest, sexiest compliment, and when she pushed a hand through his hair and tried to get him to kiss her again, his lips parted. A ripple seemed to go through his body, as though it affected him as strongly as it affected her. — Charlotte Stein

I'm not like he is, you know," he tells me, but that isn't the part that stirs my cold, dead heart. It's the words he follows it up with a second later, as though it barely takes him anything to let them out: "So if you want to run, run. I won't sit on the side-lines and wait for you to slip away, like you never existed." He pauses, thickly. Takes a second, in a way I can understand. "I'll fight for you, El. I'll always fight for you. — Charlotte Stein

I don't just want you, Serena. I love you. — Charlotte Stein

I mean, he did say vagina, didn't he? And if he did, then how come it sounded so exciting? Vagina is pretty much the least exciting word in the world. It's something your doctor says to you shortly before he invades it with what looks like a weapon from our robotic future. — Charlotte Stein

I'm not some sex addict trying to sort myself out. I don't get a high from fucking everything that walks. I get a high from wanting someone as much as I want you. From actually thinking that for once ... for once in my life someone actually cares enough to cry because they think they've messed me up. — Charlotte Stein

She would have punched him, if she'd had a magical punch-erasing time machine about her person. — Charlotte Stein

Hey, calm down, OK? My penis isn't going to suddenly lunge at your face. — Charlotte Stein

Ohhhhh Je-sus you're wet. Oh fuck, you're so wet, baby. Are you serious with this? It's all over your legs."
She blurted the words without thinking.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Before trying to do something mitigating, like closing her legs. Doing so proved hard, however, with him almost between them and his big hands refusing to move from her thighs.
And he looked so ... so incredulous too.
"Don't be sorry. Don't. You should know it's hot as fuck that you're like this. Seriously." He paused. Seemed to consider, before continuing. "You always like this? — Charlotte Stein

Of course I could have done things differently. I could stop fucking thinking about you and obsessing over you and fucking wanting you for just long enough to do my fucking job - that's what I could do differently."
[ ... ]
"Have you any idea what every day here is like for me? I can't eat, I can't focus, I can't sleep. I spend my nights frozen in one position, afraid to move in case I accidentally do all the things I really, really want to do. I want to do them so much that just having you look at me is a kind of torture. Just being near you, just getting a hint of that maddening marzipan scent that's all over your hair - — Charlotte Stein

Do you think you are so very hard to read? Perhaps no one has ever bothered before, and this has led you to believe you are inscrutable. But no, I think not. I think it is more likely that these other people are lazy. You take a lot of studying and so they let you pass them by, even though everything you do says so much. You hide when you don't want to; you hang up when you want to complete the call. You deny the things you feel the most and admit what matters least. My little study in opposites, are you not? Heart on her sleeve, though she would say it was only the pattern of the piece of clothing she was wearing. — Charlotte Stein

Just that one word - sound - sent a strong answering pulse through her body. His tongue curled around syllables that weren't there, like a promise. This is what you'll get, if you just let me hear. — Charlotte Stein

And Jamie didn't want her either, even though he'd kissed her like her mouth had been made of candy in the middle of a candy-drought. He'd probably just slipped, and fell. Onto her lips. — Charlotte Stein

There's just the memory of that time he walked in on her while she was dressing, and afterward couldn't string a sentence together.
And not only that, but she hadn't even made fun of him for it. She hadn't! Oh no, why not? Also ... had the sight of her boobs possibly sort of made him fall in love with her? It had to be the boobs. — Charlotte Stein

Apart from the obvious psychological problems, he's the perfect man. — Charlotte Stein

Sometimes I'm so afraid of making the wrong choice that I just don't make any choice at all. — Charlotte Stein

Dear Benjamin,
"You should know that I'm not sorry either. I'm not sorry that I want to do these things with you. I'm not sorry that I want you so much I can't think of anything but you. But most of all, I'm not sorry that I love you. I love you. I love you."
I pause and listen to the low scratch of a pencil on paper as it carries all of my feelings to him, my one.
Before I finish, to the heavenly sound of him sighing with pleasure.
"Yours always, Eleanor. — Charlotte Stein

But most of all I'd like to thank the twelve-year-old me, for not giving up. I did tell you it would get better. — Charlotte Stein

Maddie," he says, between kisses. I think it's the first time I've ever liked anyone calling me that. "Maddie, wait."
But I don't want to wait. If I wait, I'll have to tell him what I did and then he'll probably never kiss me again. I don't deserve kisses, cheating whore that I am.
"Maddie, come on!" he says, through laughter. I'm glad he can laugh. — Charlotte Stein

Who cares what most men do? I say. He looks startled. Clearly the idea of not giving a shit has failed to occur to him. — Charlotte Stein

People can be two things at once. They can grow fond of you and think of you as a sweet person and still want to keep treating you like shit. — Charlotte Stein

She's so elderly that I'm sure she was alive before sex was invented. She conceived Mick's Dad by shaking hands with a stork. — Charlotte Stein

I'd never leave you. God I'd never leave you. — Charlotte Stein

I can't just live here, Van. I can't. You know I can't. What would I contribute? What can I give to you? I - "
"You give me everything."
"Please don't say that."
"Why not? It's true. I don't even laugh for anyone but you. — Charlotte Stein

And if all of that makes me want to do something very stupid, like stroke his hair and pet him softly, well. We just won't go into that. — Charlotte Stein

All that matters is the way he's angling my face up to his, thumb and forefinger still on my jaw and my chin. It makes me think of someone taking a drink, only the drink in question is my lips. He wants to taste me there, and oh, that's exactly what it feels like.
He doesn't press his mouth to mine, too hard and too frantic. He just dips in, getting a little of me on his lips before going back for something deeper and sweeter. It's so much sweeter I could cry. I feel like I've been waiting for this for a thousand years, and, if his reaction is anything to go by, so has he. — Charlotte Stein

But you should know it's not because I don't like you, or want to be your friend. I do want to be your friend. I think you're smart, and funny, and cool. It's just that ... when you talk like that ... " He hesitates, clearly wrestling with his next words. I understand why, however. I'd wrestle with them, if he turned them into people and forced them to get in a ring with me. They make me slide sideways into another dimension, so really when you think about it they deserve to be jumped on from the top rope. "It makes me feel insane. More than insane. Obviously you know now what it does to me. — Charlotte Stein

You're so lovely when you laugh. So lovely it breaks my heart, he said. — Charlotte Stein

Why did no one tell me that a motorbike feels like this between your legs? — Charlotte Stein

Well, that's good to know. 'Cause man, do I ever like looking at you."
"You do?"
"Oh yeah. I like these," he said, and then he stroked over her eyebrows with his thumbs. Not her breasts or her c*nt or her lips, but those big black hairy things that were pretty much the bane of her existence. And he didn't stop there. He touched the bump on the bridge of her nose and the mole just beneath her ear, murmuring all the while about how sweet he found them, how delicious. — Charlotte Stein

What can I give you? I--"

"You give me everything. — Charlotte Stein

It's really kind of you, she settled on, finally.
But in response he just shrugged. No big deal. The nicest thing anyone had ever done for her was really no big deal at all. — Charlotte Stein

Mick ... " I begin, as his tongue curls just ever so slightly around my earlobe. "I think you're gorgeous, but ... "
"You think I'm gorgeous?"
I've no idea why he sounds incredulous, again.
"Did I say that? I meant - "
"Because I think you're gorgeous. I think you're delicious, too. I just want to ... unwrap you. — Charlotte Stein

Hey - what did we say? Cool it on the fuck-talk, okay?"
Sebastian's expression went directly to affronted.
"So what was I supposed to say there? We want to take her out to a ball game?"
"Just don't say fuck!"
"Fine - Bobbi, we just want to make love to you. We want to make love your brains out. — Charlotte Stein

I try to act cool. I've never had a hand on my thigh, under the table. Cathy - my brother's wife - is telling a very funny story about the family's trips to Bridlington, and her elderly Grandmother is doling out peas, which makes the experience even stranger. — Charlotte Stein

Kiss him back? That seemed like a ridiculously unobtainable goal. She'd only just remembered that the word was kiss, for God's sake. Her eyes were wide and her body had turned to stone and his mouth was so, so soft. Unbearably soft, really. He didn't push, and he didn't pressurize her into anything further, and his lips just molded against hers as though they'd always meant to get around to it. — Charlotte Stein

I'm actually familiar with someone, and that person's familiar with me, and that feels better than I ever thought it would. — Charlotte Stein

It feels like you dropped your nightstick down your pants.'

'Oh, so that's where that went.'

'I'm not kidding. Is this all you? Because if so, I think I may need to rethink a few things. I may need to rethink the shape and depth of my vagina. — Charlotte Stein

He speaks in a different language with a voice that's already like sand shifting over metal, and my insides flip out. He's inadvertently flicked some weird switch inside me, and there's no turning back once it's there. Apparently I really like hearing someone speak in Hungarian or Polish or Russian or whatever it is he's speaking, while trapped in a closet. I'm a secret subscriber to Trapped in a Polish Closet magazine. — Charlotte Stein

Don't leave me again, he tells me, only he doesn't just do it once. He says it over and over, until I'm melting. He's going to have to let go, because hands traditionally can't hold onto liquidised people. — Charlotte Stein

You don't even know how lovely you are, my Evie. — Charlotte Stein

It's the only thing I never understood about him,that he had you ... he had you right in the palm of his hand. And yet somehow he didn't want to spend every second of every day touching you all over. He didn't want to make love to you. — Charlotte Stein

God his voice sounded like pouring cream. All rich and thick and good, so good. — Charlotte Stein

I would be deliciously pleased if you could rectify this issue. — Charlotte Stein