Winning Back His Wife - Chapter 10

Instead of going to Janelle’s hotel room, where there were sure to be paparazzi because of her status as one of the world’s most famous supermodels, they went to Silas’s penthouse in North Buckhead where they would have complete privacy. In the car on the way, Silas had whispered the naughty things he wanted to do to her once they were alone. Janelle was in a state of perpetual need by the time they arrived at his building and were riding up to his apartment in the elevator.

Thankfully, he had a private elevator, and within seconds of entering, they were all over each other. His mouth ravaged hers, nipping at her lips and tasting her. He pushed her against the wall, pressing his thighs between hers and nudging the pulsing center of her body with his erection. Janelle greedily rubbed herself against him. It had been years since she’d felt this undeniable need, so Janelle gave herself over to it.

Once the elevator dinged and they were in his penthouse, Silas shouldered his way out of his shirt and unzipped trousers while Janelle dispensed with her jacket, sports bra and leggings in near record time. They were both eager to be together and only made it as far as the rug in front of his fireplace. Silas eased her down and then reached behind her to undo her ponytail. When her hair was loose, he plunged his hands into it, allowing the strands to glide through his fingers. Then he was kissing her again. He allotted the kiss a few minutes before moving his mouth to her collarbone and grazing the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

Silas didn’t stop there, and quickly eased down farther to take an already stiff brown nipple into his mouth. He sucked deeply. Janelle gasped in pleasure, grasping the back of his head to bring him closer. Silas tugged just like he knew she wanted and then circled the peak with his tongue while his hands slipped down over her ribs, past her stomach to her thong.

Janelle opened her thighs in response to his questing hands. It had been too long—six long years to be exact—and she was desperate for his skillful touch. Silas understood and pushed past the slip of material to dip his middle finger between her most intimate of places. Janelle pumped her hips, urging him for more.

“I know what you want,” Silas murmured, and he gave her another digit, this time going deeper.

“Oh God, yes,” Janelle cried out.

Chuckling softly, he found the swollen bud between her slick folds and pinched it between his thumb and middle finger.

“Oh!” Janelle cried out, her hips and legs jerking wildly. Having not had an orgasm other than by her own hands in years, she was going to climax quickly.

“That’s right, baby,” Silas said in her ear as he snatched the thong away from her body, ripping it. “Just let it happen.”

Her hips thrust upward when he treated her to a third finger. Janelle rode his hand until her breathing became ragged. Sensing her urgency, Silas increased the pace. She squeezed her inner muscles, sending sheer pleasure coursing through her body, and cried out when she reached the pinnacle.

“Right now, I need to be inside you,” Silas whispered.

Janelle sleepily watched as he produced a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself. Without missing a beat, he caught her wrists and lifted them over her head. She felt him hard at her entrance. With one sure stroke, he drove inside her. Janelle cried out. She’d forgotten how big he was, and it had been six years since they’d been together. He slowly eased out and then slid in again inch by inch until she’d taken him to the hilt and he was fully seated inside her. Then he began thrusting.

Janelle wrapped her legs around his waist and met him stroke for stroke. He felt so good, so strong, and each thrust hit her G-spot. Her climax came quickly and forcefully, but Silas was right behind her, pumping furiously until he let out a long groan and collapsed on top of her.

Flipping positions, he cradled Janelle against him, holding her tightly and brushing a kiss across her forehead. The minutes ticked by and neither of them said anything. How could they, after what had just taken place? It had been monumental, epic and very necessary. Her breathing evened out, and eventually, she drifted off to sleep.