The sound was like a starter’s gun at a sprinters’ race. Jake broke the kiss, reached for Dominique’s hand, and walked them over to the off-white leather sectional that dominated the room. He pulled her down beside him, reclaiming her mouth, fingers reaching for her breasts to continue where they’d left off. Dominique was vaguely aware of caution lights and warning bells ringing inside her head, but so muted were they by the haze of desire that instead of pulling back, she reached forward, placed a hand on the chest she’d dreamed of a thousand times and ran her hand across his manly physique. Her hand lowered to a taut waist, and lower still. Wow! Is this for real? Jake ground himself against her hand. “It” was very real, and still growing. Something inside exploded, in both of them, and soon suit jacket, dress, pants, shirt, and shoes were scattered near the sectional. Lips and hands sought and found, squeezed, devoured. The language of love was the only one spoken. The moment was one unto itself, with neither player seeming to control their own actions. It was meant to be. This was going to happen, like an earthquake rumbling near the planet’s core, or a volcano simmering in the depths of a distant cave—inevitable. Sensations tore through both of their bodies. They were on fire, like the volcano; shaken, like the quake. Jake positioned them horizontally and then stretched out on top of her. Dominique welcomed his massive weight, and spread her legs so that his shaft was nestled against her heat. She reached around and palmed the hard, round butt that she’d admired since day one, caught her breath as Jake sucked a hardened, lace-covered peak into his mouth. They rubbed their bodies against each other, hands moving, exploring, conducting one very serious get-to-know. It was as though Jake couldn’t get enough of the feel of her as he turned them to the side so that he could rub his hand across the soft ripples along her stomach, over her ample hip, and around to the mountainous gluteus max-imus that had put him in the trance that started this dance. He squeezed the soft, juicy cheek. His heart almost stopped right then. His shaft became even more engorged. Jake thought he’d burst and Dominique thought she’d die from anticipation. Taking the lead, she reached between them, gathered his massive weapon into her hand, and began stroking it.

“Do you have condoms?” she whispered.

Jake nodded, blindly reaching for the slacks that contained his wallet. Without breaking the kiss he retrieved them, blindly reached inside until he felt foil. “Let’s go to your bedroom.”

“No, here is fine.”