Rachel knew exactly what she wanted as she felt herself inching closer to what she had been imagining ever since this morning. When she had him exactly the way she wanted him, she dipped her fingers into the caramel and gave him a sultry wink before she finally dropped to her knees.

* * *

Cole’s head and cock was pounding as he stared down at the vixen at his feet.

Fucking caramel.

This woman never ceased to amaze him, but when she’d whipped out that little surprise, he very nearly raised the white flag in surrender to her brilliance. He was glad he hadn’t though as she knelt down on the kitchen floor and fisted his cock with her sticky palm.

Fuck. Between her at his feet and her small hand around his cock, Cole couldn’t remember ever being this turned on in his fucking life.

She coated his shaft in the sweet, syrupy confection, and he couldn’t help but reach over to the small container beside him. As his fingers dipped into the thick amber liquid, he groaned from that erotic feeling alone.

It was wet and warm, and it reminded him of exactly where he wanted his cock to be. Glancing down to Rachel who was silent and kneeling on the floor, he gripped her chin with his clean hand and tilted up her face to him.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered in a gruff tone even he had trouble recognizing.

As her lips parted, he brought his other hand over her, letting the caramel drip from his fingers onto her waiting tongue and lips. As it coated her mouth, her tongue came out to flick over her glistening lips, and her eyes closed in pleasure from the sweetness that hit her taste buds.

Reaching back over to the caramel-filled container, Cole scooped up some more of the liquid, and this time, he let it slide down his fingers onto her naked breasts and nipples.

Jesus, she looks fucking edible, he thought with a groan, and I plan to eat.

Not being able to resist, Cole lowered his fingers to her lips, and as she parted them, he slid them deep into her mouth as she was still kneeling on the floor before him.

“Fucking hell,” he cursed as she sucked on his fingers in a way that made his cock jealous. When he finally pulled them free from her mouth, he released her chin and gripped her hair firmly. “Suck me, Rachel. Put those sticky lips around my cock and suck it good.”

As her eyes fluttered down to the task at hand, Cole couldn’t help but dip his fingers back into his favorite candy. As he lifted the dripping sweetness to his own mouth, she knelt up tall and finally flicked out her sticky tongue over his piercing.

* * *

Rachel was a hair trigger away from climax, and as she fisted Cole’s cock in her palm, she couldn’t help but lean forward and flick her tongue over the studs that pierced him. As she licked the bulbous head and sucked the tip into her mouth, she raised her eyes up his body, and what she saw made her orgasm teeter on the brink.

Cole was leaning back against the kitchen counter with his legs slightly parted where she was kneeling, and his blue tie was hanging down the center of his naked chest, like an arrow pointing to her prize.

That wasn’t the only reason her panties were completely soaked and her nipples were rock hard. The man who had the ability to render her speechless with just a look was currently staring down at her and sucking on his own fingers, presumably after coating them with the caramel sauce.

He had a look of such pure sexual ecstasy on his face that it was making Rachel want to stick her hands in her pants and her fingers in her hungry pussy. Instead of doing that though, she took her left hand and ran it up and over his rippling abs, past his navel, and as high as she could until her arm was stretched up across his body. She began fingering his nipple piercing as she fisted his cock.

Removing his fingers from his mouth, he reached down and gripped the counter behind him as he pushed his hips forward. “Quit fucking around, Rachel, and suck my fucking cock.”

Usually, a demand like that would have her pulling back as she thought about the tone and if she should be frightened, but as caught up as she was in the eroticism of the moment, all Rachel felt was turned on. Feeling playful, she tsked him and twisted his nipple. As she removed her hand, she leaned down to wrap her lips around the head of his impatient erection.

Lowering her lips an inch at a time, she took him as deeply as she could, and when she brought her mouth back up on a delicious drag, she made sure to rub the underside of him with her tongue. She reached the tip of his aching flesh, and she flicked his piercing with her tongue. As she removed her mouth, she followed it with a stroke of her fist up over his shaft.

“Rachel,” he groaned.

She raised her eyes to him, and bravely, she told him, “Stop being so civilized.”

And that was all it took.

* * *

Cole lost it.

Reaching down to the woman in front of him, he thought, Fuck messy hands, as he pushed them into her braid. Gripping her head hard, he tugged up her face and told her, “Open your mouth.”

As soon as her lips parted, he moved the tip of his cock against them, and he groaned as he pushed his hips forward, sliding inside against her tongue. When he was in as deep as possible, he looked down to see her eyes aimed up at him. As he held her stare, he slowly rolled his hips back and pulled his shaft free from her mouth before reversing the throttle to thrust back inside. Over and over, he pushed between her lips, holding her head exactly where he wanted her, as he watched her take all he had to offer.

He was about to stop and pull back when he felt her fingers grip his ass cheeks, pulling him forward. Parting his own sticky lips, he grunted as she swallowed, the motion squeezing the head of his cock.

“Fuck Rachel. Your fucking mouth,” he muttered as she sucked and licked with every thrust he gave to her.

He had thought he wanted to finish in her mouth. He had thought he wanted to watch her swallow every part of him, but he had been wrong.

Pulling himself from her abused swollen lips, Cole grabbed the container from the bench and went down to his knees beside her on the cool kitchen tiles. Dipping his hands into the sticky sauce, he brought his fingers to the lips that had just been wrapped around his cock, and he smeared them with the taste he craved. When her mouth was shining and wet, Cole pounced.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he gently lowered her to the tile and kissed her mouth as though it were his last meal. Licking her lips with his avaricious tongue, he captured her moan as she thrust her hips up against his very hard and naked cock. All Cole could think was, More.

Dragging his hands down over her chest, he didn’t even care that the caramel was ruining his tie as he rubbed his body against hers while his tongue continued to plunder her mouth in a soul-destroying kiss.

He felt her hands drag up his stomach and over his nipples before they desperately gripped his biceps. She raised her hips up to him with a throaty cry as she gripped his tie with one hand. Pulling his naked chest to hers, she rubbed her sticky nipples against his.

“God, Cole, do something!” she pleaded as he started to yank her pants down her hips.

Tugging them down over her ass, he lifted his mouth from hers and moved so he could suck one of her sweet nipples into his mouth. Fucking hell, she is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

Reaching into the container, for what he knew would most definitely be the last time, he raised his coated hand beside her. Her eyes locked on to his dripping fingers, and she didn’t even seem to care that he had just turned the tables on her.

Slowly, he brought his hand to his lips and sucked his thumb into his mouth, and as she kept her eyes on his, he pulled it free and then pushed it between hers, for her to finish the job. But Cole’s patience had run thin, and his thumb wasn’t the only thing crying out to be inside something hot, tight and wet.

He pulled his hand away from her and sealed his mouth over hers in a brutal kiss. As their tongues tangled in an erotic dance, he slid his hand down to cup her breast, letting his caramel-coated fingers slide all over her tight nipple. The sheer decadence of what he was doing was not lost on him, and if he could be certain he wouldn’t die from not putting his cock inside her, he would have taken a moment to lick her clean.

As it was though, with the way she was moaning and thrusting her hips up against him, Cole knew that his time was up. Pulling his fingers from her, he lowered his hand and shoved her tiny excuse for panties aside, lined himself up with her pussy, and firmly thrust his cock home.

The minute he was lodged deep inside her, she cried out, arched her hips, and screamed as he gripped her bare ass with his sticky hand and placed his other palm by her head.

“Rachel?” Although he was trying to get her eyes to refocus, he was putting forth more energy into trying to get his body under some type of control.

When her eyes opened and she looked up at him, he gave her a slow smile and leaned down over her.

Next to her ear, he whispered, “Thank you for my surprise. Now, I won’t be able to eat a caramel without thinking about being balls deep inside your sweet, warm pussy.”

As he bit her ear, he felt her core grip his cock tight as she screamed and pulsated around him. That was when he finally let go and pounded inside her. He lost himself in the sublime as she fell apart around him, dragging him down deeper into her soul. Nothing had prepared him for the way she destroyed his control with every glance, every action, and as he finally came on a loud roar, every breath she took.

She had crawled under his skin, and he knew he would never be the same.

* * *

After a warm shower, Rachel was naked and lying in bed beside Cole as she ran her hand down over his chest to the tattoo of the wolf.

This man, who she was currently pressed up against, continually threw her off balance. Tonight, she had expected that she would be on the giving end of the equation, but unlike Ben, she was finding that Cole had the ability to change and adapt.

He was capable of letting go of his rules and demands if something felt better. He also gave her the opportunity to explore her own desires without the pressure of punishment if she didn’t obey.

This whole relationship they had entered into felt different, yet it still evoked the same side of her that Ben once had. While Ben had been cruel with the power he wielded, Cole used his to persuade, arouse, and ultimately, bring her the most pleasure she had ever felt.

Cole was a man who exuded confidence. He projected strength and determination in every aspect of his life, and it only made sense that he would carry it over to the bedroom. This wasn’t a man who was playing at anything; this was a man who lived the only way he knew how. Yes, it just happened to roll over into the sexual aspect of his life. And aren’t I the lucky one?

She rolled over to her side, so she was looking down at him. “Do these all have some specific meaning?”

Cole looked down at her finger tracing over his skin. With a question of his own, he answered, “What do you think?”

Lifting her eyes from her finger’s path, Rachel stated plainly, “I don’t think you do anything without some kind of motive or meaning.”

“Well then, you have your answer, don’t you?”

Frustrated with him, Rachel lifted her hand and pinched the nipple near the wolf.

Almost immediately, one of his large hands came down on top of hers. “Careful,” he cautioned.

“Well, answer me. Why do you always deflect?”

“Why aren’t you more specific?” he countered, still pressing her palm to his piercing.

“Fine. What does the wolf mean? Even though I can probably guess.”

Cole lifted his hand and placed it back under his head. “Well, that sounds interesting. I want to hear your thoughts on it.”

Rachel pouted as she stared down into his twinkling eyes. “So, you can laugh at me?”

He reached out one of his hands and twisted a piece of her hair around his finger. “No, I want to see what you think you know about me.”

Rachel went back to her imaginary finger painting over the dark ink. The tat was of a wolf facing forward. With his tail in the air, his snout and two front paws stalked toward her.