Hi there! My name is Joshua, and although new to Freelancer, I've been freelancing for a number of years now. I'm pasting below a sample from a romance novel I ghostwrote earlier this summer.
They took no notice of time, which for its part helpfully remained unmoved.
Their lovemaking seemed to occupy a quantum universe all its own, outside time, outside physics, outside the limitations usually imposed on the human body. It felt to Gigi like Damian was everywhere at once, entering her from above, from below, from behind; his hands gripping her hair, her thighs, her waist, her ankles; his mouth at her breasts and neck and lips. His body was a marvel to her: lithe and lean and muscled, always coiled, always charged, always thrusting. There was something animalian about him yet also godlike. To take the entirety of his length inside her was to lose her breath, to feel pierced in a way not entirely physical.
“Please,” she sighed. “Oh God please…”
She had slipped the steely bonds of shame and inhibition and suddenly found herself exposed and open, a woman stripped of everything except the lust to which she now joyfully submitted. His muscled chest spanned above her, she thought, like the sky. His hands were hooked behind her knees, his fingertips pressed the tops of her thighs. He leaned full bore into his thrusting, gripping her legs and lifting her bottom off the bed. Gigi met him thrust for thrust, the metronomic unity of their coupling allowing him ever deeper inside her.