A/N - This is probably the most shameless one shot I have ever written but hey, we're here now. Inspired by the many pictures of them at the premiere of the Andre documentary in 2018. Yes, I'm completely crazy that I can be this specific about stupid pics of them, mainly the one where they are staring at each other in a way that makes this fic 100% fact tbh. If you know, you know, and if you don't, enjoy your google search. Also I wish she would come back. It's getting ridiculous now.

I'm so into you, I can barely breathe...And all I wanna do, is to fall in deep...Oh, baby, look what you started, the temperature's rising in here, is this gonna happen?…Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move…before I make a move…

It had been all the little touches throughout the night. From his hand on her knee on the drive over, to his blatant flirting on the red carpet, to his fingers biting into her thigh in the movie theatre. No matter where she was throughout the evening or what she was doing, he was right there.

Standing close while she gave an interview to the assembled media. His hand planted on the small of her back while she spoke off camera to any of the frequent faces she knew from her role as WWE Chief Brand Officer.

He was right there.

Standing close.

Keeping contact.

Eyes not looking at anything else but her.

Yeah.

It had been all the little touches that let Stephanie know her husband wanted her that night.

They were an affectionate couple. They liked to be playful during their media appearances. Playful but professional. Yet every now and then he decided to torture her by starting something he knew they wouldn't be able to finish until hours later. It made the anticipation bubble between them as the touches lingered and the looks became more intense.

Even when it felt like a thousand camera flashes going off all at once, he was whispering in her ear how badly he wanted to taste her. If she ever saw the press images back, Stephanie was certain she would be able to pinpoint the exact moment he told her he wanted to bend her over the bed when they got back to the hotel.

She should be embarrassed really, letting him subtly slide his thigh between hers as the press shouted and begged for more pictures, more poses. It wasn't enough for anybody else to notice but more than enough for her to feel him there. And if they didn't notice that, it was hard to miss the hungry look on her face as she stared at him with nothing but pure and simple desire. Fleeting glances between his dark eyes and waiting lips, letting him know that she was ready.

More than anything, she should be annoyed that she spent the entire premier of the Andre documentary thinking about being bent over that big bed in their hotel room. Oh well. Besides, she had already seen the documentary a few weeks ago as part of a pre release.

It was fantastic.

Wrestlemania was less than two weeks away. They were there to represent WWE and show their support for an industry legend and childhood friend. With the manic Wrestlemania week schedule on the horizon, they were both looking forward to this trip away before the madness begun.

And now they were stepping out of the elevator en route to their suite and she had to keep shoving his hands away until they got to the door.

"Stop!" it was muttered through a laugh, then a sigh, when he pressed himself tight against her back and squeezed her hips.

"You don't want me to stop."

"At least let me open the door!"

The next few moments were a blur as they play pretended to fight over the room key until it finally beeped and their joined hands pushed the door open.

It was dark inside, even with just the lone rays of light peeking through the window, but they didn't need light to see. The movement of their bodies was a well rehearsed and familiar dance.

Stephanie took easy steps backwards until she met the wall. On instinct, her arms lifted to wrap around his neck as he slowly advanced towards her, and she enjoyed the nasty little smirk on his face as he did it.

"Hi," Paul grinned.

"Hi," she grinned right back as their faces moved closer. Just before their lips met, Stephanie pressed two fingers against his mouth, delaying their kiss for a few seconds longer. She wasn't quite done flirting with him just yet and for them, the verbal foreplay was just as important as the physical. It connected them in a way that she just loved. She loved everything about it, especially on a night like tonight when they were all dressed up and had all the time in the world. No kids. No fear of being overheard or getting carried away. Her eyes sparkled at the realisation that she had him all to herself. "You must be feeling pretty proud of yourself."

Paul gently kissed her fingers. "Why's that?"

"Saying all those filthy things to me in public like that? And on official company business. Tut tut."

His eyes were fixated on the way her lips curled as she playfully tutted. Their bodies readjusted and he bit back a groan when the growing stiffness between his leg bumped against her thigh. "I guess you don't want me to bend you over the bed then?"

"No."

"No?"

She shook her head and tipped it back to let him lick a line from her throat to her ear. Then he bit down on the lobe and kissed a trail to her chin.

"Why?" he asked, voice low.

"Not yet."

"Not yet," he repeated simply, gaze drifting between her lips and her eyes. He already knew where she was going with this and fuck did he need to hear her say it, right before he gave her what she was about to ask for.

Stephanie dipped her head forward to finally catch his lips, letting her tongue twist and dance with his, letting herself enjoy the moment. She could kiss him like this forever. But he had promised a different kind of kiss and she wanted to make good on his promise.

With a light pressure, her hands dropped from his face to rest on his shoulders. Their eyes met and she said it with the intent of a woman who knew she was about to get exactly what she wanted. "I thought you wanted to taste me first. Isn't that what you said?"

Her hands gripped his shoulders firmly, but she barely got a chance to push him down before he was on his knees and his grey suit jacket was on the floor. The man had an array of expensive suits that he loved to fling all over the place and for once, she absolutely did not care. Instead she helped him push and pull up her dress until it was bunched around her waist. It didn't have far to go.

All night long he had been staring at her legs and thinking about burying his face between them. Now he finally got to touch them the way he wanted to. Paul took a moment to revel in the moment like he always did, trailing his fingers slowly up her calves, around her thighs and gripping her hips. He loved her legs. Who was he kidding? He loved everything about her. To his delight, there was nothing else to remove and he smirked up at her. "No panties, baby? Now who's being filthy?"

Her snappy retort was swallowed by a moan at the feel of his tongue licking her from bottom to top. He nudged her legs apart and got comfortable between them, hanging the left over his shoulder and pinning the right against the wall. It made her hips push out at just the right angle for his tongue to get to work.

Finally they both got what they wanted.

Stephanie's head lolled against the wall as she bit her lip, hands roaming freely over his buzzed head and the back of his neck. She didn't need to give instruction, she never needed to, because after close to twenty years of marriage he knew exactly what she liked. He knew how to circle her clit at the just the right pace to leave her breathless. He knew when to slide two fingers inside and alternate between fingering and tonguing her pussy. Or both. He knew the exact moment to pull back and slow down before she crashed over the edge. She whined and pushed her hips at his face, suddenly feeling restricted by the skin tight black and white embroidered dress that was beginning to feel heavy as her body strained against it.

As his mouth fastened around her clit, Paul slowed to a sensual suck while he freed his hand to loosen his tie. He undid two shirt buttons before returning his fingers to her slick heat and stuck with his slow teasing pace. The short reprieve allowed her to catch her breath.

"Baby," she moaned lowly, her hips working in tandem with his fingers and tongue.

The pleasure in her voice sent a jolt of energy straight between his legs. Nothing felt better than this, than knowing he was the one making her feel this way. It was a bigger turn on than just about anything else she could do or say to him. And he wanted her to know it, to feel it.

He pulled his fingers out, tugged her other leg over his shoulder and used his strength to hold her against the wall while he ate her out, completely engrossed in the moment. He listened to her moans and sighs grow louder, stronger and more desperate. Her hands were gripping his head tightly as she began to thrash against the wall. She was close.

Paul repositioned his hand to work her clit with his thumb. With the combination of pressure both inside and out, it didn't take much longer for his wife's hips to surge forward. She held his face right there and ground into him, losing control of herself as the orgasm ripped through every part of her. She groaned and cried out for him, her chest heaving and body slumping in the aftermath.

Stephanie felt her feet hit the ground but her husband didn't move. He stayed between her legs, lapping her clean, even her thighs. There wasn't a part of her he hadn't touched and she let out another low moan of pure satisfaction. It disappeared into his mouth when he finally stood and buried his tongue in her mouth.

He knew she probably needed a moment to recover but he couldn't wait. He had been thinking about this from the moment he saw her walk out of the bedroom and ask if he was ready to go. Their eyes had met and they both knew that they were fucking tonight. It was a given. How could it not be when he wanted to rip her dress off there and then?

Their tongues battled and Stephanie enjoyed the taste of herself on his lips. His beard was thicker than usual, scratching her chin as he hoisted her up and walked blindly in the direction of the bedroom, barely able to take it when her hand brushed against him.

Inwardly, Paul groaned in frustration. He didn't think he would last with any more foreplay. He needed to be inside her. Now. His wife seemed to agree as her kisses grew desperate and she squirmed against him, sliding to the floor. He didn't even need to spin her around before she was grinding her ass right where he needed it most.

The energy between them shifted and they fell into a nasty kiss, mouths wide, tongues buried and lips biting. Stephanie moaned wantonly at the feel of his hand snaking into her hair and gripping tightly. She knew what was coming next and her stomach pooled in anticipation. It had been building all night long and his admission of wanting to take her over the bed let her know exactly the type of evening he wanted. She wanted it too. She always wanted it but at home, it wasn't always possible. At home they had to be quiet. At home there was always a fear of getting interrupted.

Not tonight.

Tonight she was going to fuck her husband and she didn't care who heard them.

Paul's hands returned to her waist and hiked her dress up once again. Then he fumbled to undo the buttons of his shirt. It ended up on the floor next to the wardrobe. There was no time to take everything off so he settled for pushing his pants and boxers to his knees, hissing at the sight of his own straining dick springing free.

Returning his hand to her hair with a tighter grip, he pressed a possessive kiss against her neck before bending her over the bed as promised. The moan she let out almost made him lose it and without warning, he pushed inside.

Stephanie's fingers twisted into the sheets and she pushed right back. Still in her heels, she was taller than usual and after the first few strokes, they both quickly realised that the extra height had him rubbing exactly in the right spot. "Oh fuck, baby. Oh my god," she moaned breathlessly. Every stroke created the most incredible sensation on the way in and out. "Oh my god!"

"Jesus Steph," he grunted. "Shit….wait. Hold on." He was forced to still their movements for a few brief seconds to gather himself. The friction was almost blinding it felt that good. Together, they started to move, her walls gripping him as perfectly as they ever had. His head tipped back and he grabbed her hips, pumping into her at a deadly pace.

"Fuck," he groaned with a ragged breath, giving in to the moment and enjoying the pure pleasure of taking her like this. Every thrust was accompanied by the loud slap of skin on skin. She begged him to go harder and he obliged, picking up the pace until they fell into a primal rhythm.

Suddenly, his wife grew silent and Paul knew she was about to crash over the edge. Pinning her hips to the bed and taking a short step forward, he started fucking her hard and fast. It was relentless. He didn't stop until a guttural scream erupted from deep within her. She was delirious, her hips frantically pushing back, matching him all the way until she couldn't take it anymore and began to thrash against the bed.

Her body slumped and stuttered, the release so overwhelming she lost control of herself, and Paul finally succumbed to his own desperate urge. His hips surged and a satisfied roar filled the room as he emptied into her, completely breathless. It was the best type of cardio he would ever do.

"Fuck," he mumbled after a few minutes, heart still hammering in his chest as his mind began to clear. Deep hazel eyes stared amused at the state of his wife before him; bent over the bed, heels still on, dress hiked up, ass red and still dripping from their union. It didn't help that her hair was sticking up all over the place too and in the aftermath, it became funny that they were both still half dressed. Between the two of them they were probably wearing a couple of thousand dollars worth of designer clothes yet look at them. The more he thought about it, the more couldn't stop the brief chuckle that escaped.

"What's funny?" Stephanie murmured lowly, her body coming down from the last of the high. This is exactly what she had wanted tonight. From the moment he whispered in her ear about it. Before then. Before they even arrived. She had picked the dress for him. She had picked his suit for herself. He looked so good. They both looked so good. God she had wanted to fuck him so badly tonight and was beyond satisfied.

"You," he replied and playfully swatted her ass. "You're funny."

"You're saying that to me right now? After that?"

"Hell yeah I am. That was fucking amazing."

She could hear the smile in his voice and wasn't surprised to see the huge grin on his face when she finally found the strength to roll over. Shuffling back on the bed and propped up on her elbows, she stared up at him with the same stupid grin on her face. "What's so funny?" Her grin only grew wider when he crawled up the bed and settled over her, pecking her lips lightly. "Just you. All sprawled out on the bed like that after…"

"After?"

"Yeah. After." They shared a languid kiss and kept their faces close. "You looked cute. And hot. And I want to do it again."

"You want me again, baby?"

She said it in that stupid little flirty voice that he loved and he was kissing her again without a second thought, this time forcing her flat on the bed and pressing his weight into her body. "I always want you. And this time I want you naked, so get that fucking dress off before I rip it off."

Her giggles filled the room as he started to tug at the expensive black and white embroidered fabric. It was skin tight and not very cooperative. But between them it didn't take long to get it off her and join the growing pile of clothes on the hotel floor.

With the dress gone and her naked body within reach, they fell into a lazy kiss as his fingers started to work her nipples. Paul nibbled on her lips, determined to take it slow this time. He planned to fuck all night long and so they made out on the bed, heavy breaths and wet kissing sounds filling the room. Hands caressed and legs tangled together, both taking the time to work each other back up and recover.

As enjoyable as it was to kiss him, Stephanie had other ideas and brought things to an end by kissing a trail to his ear and biting down hard. He squeezed her right nipple in response, painfully, until she slapped his hand away and their eyes sparkled at each other in the darkness. "What if I want something too?"

Once again, he wore that nasty little smirk on his face at her question and Stephanie swore their pillow talk could be the dorkiest thing in the world and it would never matter. There was nothing sexier or more intimate to her than these moments they shared.

"What do you want?"

Just like that his voice dropped and her thighs pressed together at the sound of it. "I want to taste you."

He thought he'd maybe need more time but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, he felt a pulse of blood shoot straight to his dick. He couldn't wait to have her lips wrapped around him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she replied and pushed up to flip them over. Given their size difference, it should have taken more effort but he loved it when she took control. "So take your fucking pants off so I can get you in my mouth."

Paul's eyes grew wide at the profanity that had just come out of his wife's mouth. It wasn't often she spoke like that and even after all this time, it still managed to both catch him off guard and amuse the hell out of him, especially under the current circumstances.

This time Stephanie was the one who let out a chuckle. "Too much?"

"Never," he grinned as she settled over him once again, her hands absently stroking along his chest. "Never too much. Come here."

He tugged her down and their tongues met eagerly, playfully.

Indulging in the moment, they took their time to enjoy each other without the urgency of before. As her kisses moved to his neck and chest, Paul tugged her back up and grew serious for a moment.

"I love you." Soft smiles and gentle eyes followed his whispered words.

"I love you," she whispered back. "Let me show you," she muttered before beginning her descent to his neck, his chest, his stomach…