As the bedroom door clicked shut, Rachel turned to see Cole minus his jacket. He was leaning up against the door, holding the opened bottle of wine down by his side.

Rachel let her eyes run over him, and as she brought them back up his suit pants to the tailored white shirt and bright red tie, she couldn’t help the thrill that she got from knowing he was hers.

Keeping her eyes on his, she reached down and lifted her shirt up and over her head, flinging it off to the side. As she did so, Cole lifted his left hand and loosened his tie.

Without a word, Rachel pushed her fingers into the top of her leggings and stripped them down her legs. When they hit the floor, she looped them on her toe, and with a flirty wink, she kicked them toward him.

No words were needed as Cole removed the tie over his head and threw it on the floor. He then began to undo the buttons of his shirt from top to bottom as his eyes zeroed in on her lacy, white strapless bra and matching miniscule thong. When he reached the bottom of his shirt where it was tucked into his pants, he pulled the material free.

Rachel’s entire body felt like it was about to overheat as he pushed away from the door and sauntered toward her with his shirt hanging open and the bottle of wine tapping against his thigh. When he got to her, she tipped back her head and raised her hands to touch. That was when he shook his head.

“No hands,” he whispered as he leaned down to touch his mouth to hers.

“No hands?” Rachel asked, blinking up at him. “But I want to touch you.”

He took a step back and raised the bottle to his lips. Keeping his eyes on hers, he took a swig of the red, and then he lowered the bottle back to his side. He leaned down to her, taking her mouth with his. As she parted her lips, she tasted the wine as it entered her mouth right before his tongue did. Moaning, she moved up onto her tiptoes to get closer, and she felt some of the liquid escape and slide down her chin and neck.

“Tonight, let’s try something a little…different.”

* * *

The moment the words left his mouth, Rachel’s eyes glazed over, and he knew he had her.

No hands, it is.

Stepping back from her, Cole looked to the bed. She didn’t need any other words. Immediately, she got up onto her bare mattress, turned to face him, and waited on her knees.

Lifting his hand, he crooked his finger, and she made her way to the edge. When she reached him, she moved her arms behind her, like she was going to remove her bra.

“No, leave it. I like your lace. It turns me on.” He reached down to the button of his pants. “I must be perverted because the white makes you look so innocent.”

Her eyes followed his hands as he unzipped.

Holding out the bottle to her, he asked, “Will you hang on to this for a moment?”

She held the bottle and took another sip as she kept her eyes on his hands.

Quickly, Cole removed his clothes until he was standing before her naked and fully erect. She lowered the bottle from her mouth and licked her shiny wet lips.

Holding out his hand, he was pleased when she passed the bottle back to him.

Taking it from her, Cole lowered his voice and invited, “Come here.”

* * *

Rachel kept focused on Cole as she scooted forward on the mattress. When she was close enough that she could feel the heat emanating from his body, she let her eyes wander. First, her eyes took in the tattoo on his pec, and then the piercings through his hard nipples, and last, she let her eyes fall to the engorged cock that was currently nudging her leg.

“Hands behind your back, Rachel.”

Oh god. His voice was so fucking sexy that she felt it all the way inside her.

Moving her hands of her own free will, she placed them behind her back and waited for her next instruction.

“Lift your chin, and close your eyes.”

As Rachel did as she was told, she was intensely aware of his body as he moved even closer to the bed. Swallowing slowly, she waited in the silence of the room, and the thrill she got from the wait was such an enormous turn-on that she could feel her core clench with anticipation.

“Would you agree that you no longer need this mattress?”

Rachel tried to comprehend what he was asking. She tried to keep up, but all her focus was centered on the throbbing between her thighs as she waited with her hands behind her and her head tilted back.

Completely open, completely vulnerable.

Again, he asked, “Do you agree that you no longer need this mattress since you will now be sleeping in my bed? Or should I say, our bed?”

A shiver raced up her spine at the repeated words, and Rachel parted her lips to tell him, “Yes.”

“I can’t tell you how glad I am to hear that.” His voice was louder in her ear this time.

When cool liquid hit her collarbone, Rachel almost opened her eyes and reached out to grab him, but at the last second, she caught herself as the red wine slid between her breasts, over her pure white lingerie, into her navel, and dipped down over her pristine white panties. With her eyes shut, she didn’t know what he was thinking as he looked at her, but she didn’t have long to try and work it out.

The first thing she felt was the tip of his tongue as he licked along her collarbone to the dip at the base of her throat. She could feel the tickle of his hair under her chin. As he moved his head lower, his tongue tracing the path of wine down between her breasts, Rachel found it almost impossible not to touch him.

“Rachel?” Her name floated through the air. “Rachel?”

Opening her eyes, she looked down to where he was nibbling the top curve of her right breast that was still covered by the wine-stained bra.

“Yes?”

Holding the bottle to her, he asked, “Can you please hold this?”

Rachel reached out a trembling hand and took the bottle from him as he moved his hands behind her and unsnapped her bra. Throwing it on the bed, he stepped back to look at what he had just revealed.

“You look so fucking corrupted right now. Your hair is all wild and crazy. It looks like you’ve had my hands in it while I’ve been inside you for hours. Your breasts are a work of fucking art, but the best part, my dear wife,” he told her as he licked his top lip, “is you holding a bottle of wine as you kneel there with your bare breasts in your innocent little panties.” Stepping back to the bed, Cole asked, “Not so innocent though, are you, Rachel?”

“No,” she breathed out on a needy sigh as he reached out for the bottle.

“Lie down in the middle of the bed. Put your hands up over your head, touching the headboard.”

Rachel’s heartbeat sped up as she moved to the center of the mattress. Lying down, she raised her hands above her head and squirmed a little at the moisture that had soaked through her panties to mix with the wetness from the wine between her thighs.

* * *

Cole’s cock was hurting as he climbed up onto the bed. It currently hated him from denying it access in between Rachel’s sweet, tight thighs. But tonight, he wanted to play, and for quite some time, he had been dying to do what he was about to.

With her arms stretched out above her head, her breasts were pushed up together, plumping them out to him like an offering. It was one he was about to take. Moving over on his knees to her side, he looked down at her as he straddled her waist.

“There’s one rule tonight. No touching. Hands stay on the headboard. Got it?”

She nodded as her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip.

Raising the bottle, Cole tipped wine onto her stomach, and leaning down, he kept his eyes on hers as he licked it off. Moving to the piercing in her navel, he nibbled around and dipped his tongue into the small indentation before sitting back up.

Shifting up her body, Cole rose up on his knees right above her breasts and raised the bottle, spilling the wine down over his own body. As it spilled over his chest and stomach, it gathered and slid off his cock. He glanced down to see Rachel’s eyes riveted to him, and her mouth was slightly parted as her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took.

“Definitely not innocent.” He chuckled as he raised his arm and poured the wine over himself again, getting his cock nice and wet as it hovered above her.

As wine dripped down between her breasts, and into her cleavage she gasped as it trickled down to her neck before sliding behind her.

Raising the bottle to his mouth, Cole drank the final remnants of wine and let the bottle fall onto the bed as he moved over her to grip the headboard she was hanging on to. She looked up at him with lust-heavy eyes as he let a wicked smile curl his lips. Lowering himself down until his stiff cock was nestled between the two most beautiful breasts he had ever seen, Cole rocked his hips, thrusting his shaft up between them. A low moan left her mouth as her eyes watched his pierced cock pushing forward between her breasts.

The wine made her skin slick and allowed him to move back and forth with ease as he started to flex his hips. He hadn’t been exactly sure how Rachel would react to this, so when her mouth opened on every thrust forward of his hips, he felt desire shoot through him all the way to his balls. His woman was so fucking turned on that he could feel her pushing her hips up into nothing as he continued working himself between her breasts.

“You’re breasts are so fucking sexy. Round and soft, they feel amazing around my cock.”

As the last word left his mouth, her eyes shut, and he felt her buck up hard behind him.

Fucking hell, did she just come with no other stimulation than me talking?

White-knuckling the headboard, Cole snapped his hips faster as he looked down into wide blue eyes that were cloudy from, Yes, her own climax. He knew what he wanted, and he didn’t care that it was slightly barbaric, just like he didn’t give a fuck that what he wanted was possessive as hell. As his climax spiraled down his spine and gathered in his tight balls, he let go of the headboard, scooted back, and gripped his cock in his hands.

As her breasts heaved, she continued to keep her hands in place as Cole started to pump his shaft with hard and fast strokes. As her eyes ran all over his sexed-up body—from his chest, to his cock, and finally, to the piercing that she seemed mesmerized by—it didn’t take him long. Cole felt his climax hit him, and as he dropped his head back, he came all over her belly and breasts with a loud groan.

* * *

Rachel could barely form a coherent word as Cole came, groaning her name.

Fuck. The possessive way he is now looking down at me—I want that look forever.

He swung his left leg over her and leaned down quickly to kiss her forehead. He got off the now wine-stained mattress and made his way into the bathroom. As he came back to her, he was wiping a cloth over himself.

When he stopped silently beside the bed, Rachel asked, “So, does this mean we will be going through a lot of mattresses?”

With a decadent grin, he ran his eyes over her where she was lying spent in her ruined panties. “Maybe I should buy stock in Sealy.”

“Good thinking,” she replied as he crawled back onto the bed and made his way over to her. “Because that, Mr. Madison, was fucking hot.”