Hey I wrote a sex novel..at least the the first sexual encounter (pt. 4)

The heat emanating from her core had grown from its initial spark to a now raging inferno. As her dress continued its path upward, so did his loving ministrations, starting from the midline of her back and then radiating outward from there to her hips, finally taking a slow, languid trip up her spine, with special homage paid to her shoulder blades while he unfastened and removed her bra, making her tremble. She longed to beg him to just take her, to slide inside of her and bring them both euphoric pleasure. But she knew instinctively that he would not deviate from his plan of action. She was at his mercy but she was the one reaping the fringe benefits.

Once again his lips found a home at the nape of her neck but this time she noticed something a bit different. Aside from a pair of silk boxers, he was nude. This time when she pressed back against him, she could feel the heat emanating from his body, fanning her own flames even higher. She felt so acutely aware of everything around her that she even imagined she could feel the hair on his chest lightly tickling her back. She had finally reached her breaking point.