Later, she would swear Jake reached her before the lacy number hit the floor. He walked them back to the bed and directed Dominique down on it. All conversation ceased. His focus was singular. He went straight for Dominique’s dark, hardened nipple and hungrily sucked it into his mouth. With his other hand, he worked her other areola into a hardened peak, before brushing his hand over her stomach, and then farther down, using his hand to silently demand that she spread her legs.

Dominique gladly complied.

When she did, he took his finger and ran it back and forth over the thin, wispy fabric covering her heat. He felt her wetness through the material and smiled at the effect that he had on her. It made him harden even more, and he released Dominique’s peak so that he could slide off the bed. With one determined move, he gripped the sides of her panties with both hands and yanked them down her legs. All elegance was over. All pretense was gone. He bent his head and kissed her nether lips, once and again. He parted her folds with his tongue. Dominique moaned as he stroked her, even as she placed her hands on his head and silently demanded more.

He complied.

Deeper, wetter, more forcefully, he kissed, licked, nibbled, loved her.

“Jake!” Dominique’s voice came out in a harsh whisper.

Jake’s laughter was a low rumbling from his chest. But he knew how she felt. He felt it, too. He had to get inside of her before he exploded. Their thoughts were on a singular goal—becoming one. The previous night’s conversation had revealed that both had been tested, and neither had had another partner since beginning to see each other. Neither of them thought about the condoms that rested in Jake’s top nightstand drawer. There were way more important things to think about right now.

For Jake, it was the feel of Dominique’s luscious body as he covered it with his own. How her generous orbs cushioned his hard chest and how their hips fit together as if sculpted by the same artist. She lifted her leg and he felt the wetness of her heat, poised the thick, hard evidence of his desire at its entrance and then slowly, oh ... so ... slowly ... slid inside her.

For Dominique, it was the feel of Jake’s big, strong body covering hers, making her feel all girly inside. The way he moved his manhood against her sex, making her wetter still, poking promises of things to come. She spread her legs farther apart, feeling powerful and wanton all at the same time. It was the feel of the girth she’d dreamed up, longed for, filling her full, inch by excruciating inch. Ahhhh ...