He quickly matched my urgency in the clothes-removal efforts and we were naked and happy in no time. And then we were naked and extremely happy a half hour later.
Oh! Ick! I hate writing!
ADDED: It's so easy to see how Gore could have believed this was terribly clever. So why is it so bad? One thing is the complete lack of edge. If it had ended sarcastically, this passage might have been good. But, no, sex just made them "extremely happy." It doesn't make us happy. The only detail we get is that they took off their clothes -- a mundane point that we are told three times.
And then there's all this talk about time: "quickly," "urgency," "in no time," and then -- as if she realized that superfast sex is actually not generally considered good -- "a half hour later." Then there is what I think the author imagined as feminist fulfillment: The man synchronized himself to her.
Could something please go wrong?