Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 8)

Moans yielded to gasping screams as the orgasm overtook her, every flick of his tongue burning throughout her body. Wave after wave, it continued, rolling over her, eroding her endurance. Her juices flowed freely down his chin, belying her wanton desire and freed inhibitions. Normally, this would be the stopping point, to let her recover. However, his lust for her had grabbed him in its fiery grip. He felt his hands increasing the grip on her breasts and his arms, the control of her legs. Listening intently, he continued on, stopping only when her writhing began to overwhelm her breathing.

Completely recovered from his own release, he felt a renewed need to be one with his love. This need consumed him, spurred him onward. Using his body, he pushed her further onto the bed, keeping her legs splayed open. One decisive thrust placed his engorged member completely inside of her, replacing her panting with a series of small, guttural grunts. With wild abandon, he pumped in and out of her most secret of places, savoring the slapping noise his skin made against hers and feeling her moisture spray onto his thighs with each thrust.