"He wanted to teach her slowly, to bring her gently to erotic life. But her words fueled his need, and his need was so much more desperate than he had realized. His staff was swollen near bursting. Near pain. He wanted hours to please her. Instead, he found himself lowering her to the bed beneath him.
He pulled her gown up to her waist; he bared her round pink breasts. She wore nothing underneath her gown. He positioned his aching length between her soft thighs. His staff met damp curls, a warm and slippery woman's entrance.
His blunt, hard tip pressed against her moist opening. He groaned with the force of primal lust. Her legs wrapped around his, angling her firm bottom for his entry. His staff pulsated, and her woman's mound throbbed, too. It was delicious sex, pure and untarnished. He drove himself deep inside her and her soft flesh squeezed tight around his length."
The White Sun -- Stobie Piel