By now, a light could have been turned on by the electricity flowing between them. “Maybe later,” Dominique answered, surprised at the breathlessness of her voice.

“Maybe now,” Jake replied.

He took one step, his thick, juicy lips hovering mere inches from Dominique’s berry-colored ones. She closed her eyes and instantly was pulled into his arms. Their bodies melded together in perfect symmetry, as if they’d been designed for each other. Jake wrapped his arms tighter around her, pressed a strong tongue inside willing lips, and deepened the exchange. Dominique sighed contentedly. The forgotten vase fell to the carpet as she wrapped her arms around combed wool and broad shoulders, drowning in spearmint-flavored mouthwash and musky cologne. Jake tilted his head and continued the assault. His tongue mimicked the act of lovemaking as his hands introduced themselves to Dominique’s curves. They came to rest at the crest of her ample rear asset, and Jake groaned with pleasure. With his large hands and size fourteen shoes, he rarely experienced more than a handful. His wife had been five foot five and the few tall women he’d dated had been thin, where he felt he could lift them over his head with one hand. But now he realized what it felt like to have a whole lot of wonderful woman in his arms, a piece of plus-sized paradise on his hands. It was as if her body had been made for him, because when he pressed his hardening erection against her, it fit just right.

“Nick,” he whispered into her mouth, as he slid a hand up her stomach and squeezed a juicy tit. He rubbed his hand across the silky fabric and was rewarded with the feel of a nipple hardening beneath his touch. Again, there was more than a handful for him to play with, and he longed to feel the weight of her loveliness bare and in his hands. Not able to hold back the suspense any longer, he slipped his hand inside the plunging neckline, flicked his thumb across a perfectly formed areola, just right for sucking. His mouth watered.

Dominique gasped. “Jake.”