This time Ilithyia was waiting for him. She stood legs slightly apart, the vest and shorts leaving very little to the imagination. James felt his face flush he looked on her differently since their last encounter. She smiled, seemingly unaware of the effect she was having on him.
........She let go for a moment so they could dispense with their shorts. She released her hair, shook her head and it cascaded down her back and over her breasts. Then it was as if she were trying to dispense with the anger and passion at the same time, to still hurt and take control. James responded to her urgency, she squeezed him tight with her long legs locked round his, digging her fingernails into his back as he entered her...............
You don't get that from Arthur C. Clarke or Isaac Asimov!