Janelle was surprised by Silas’s openness. He hadn’t been like that before in their relationship; he’d been closed off and reserved with his emotions. It made her want him even more. Every inch of her was already on red alert with the sensation of having his hard steel at the center of her. So when his hand moved down her back and over her buttock and underneath to the slick entrance of her body, she arched her back and closed her eyes.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Silas crooned as he slipped one thick finger inside her.
A mon escaped Janelle’s lips and she pumped her hips back and forth, taking him deeper inside her body. Silas’s tongue lightly lapped her ear, and with his finger flicking back and forth against her overly sensitive spot, Janelle gripped his shoulder, desperate for purchase. She didn’t want to be alone in her orgasm, so she lowered her hand until she found him, thick and pulsing between them. She stroked him root to tip.
“And you’re so hard,” she murmured as he pushed a second finger inside her. Her sex pulsed as he tormented her with his seeking fingers while she did the same and pumped him with long, sure strokes.
It felt so good that she nearly passed out, but then her climax struck. She let out a loud sob as her muscles contracted around his fingers, and Silas convulsed right along with her, his shaft throbbing in her hand. Then his mouth captured hers as he lowered them both to the floor.
Janelle watched as Silas reached for yet another condom to sheath his silk and steel. She felt alive with anticipation. Heady as if she’d drunk a whole bottle of champagne. “If we both haven’t been with anyone else the last years, then we don’t need those.” She motioned to the foil packet in his hand. She wanted to feel him and only him.
He smiled down at her as hovered above her. “No, I don’t suppose we do.”
Janelle spread her legs wide and reached for Silas. He rose over her, nudging her thighs apart seconds before his mouth greedily descended on hers, and he pushed inside her tight passageway and she found heaven.
“Silas,” she cried out as her muscles closed around him, but he didn’t move. He took one of her breasts in his hand and tasted one hard brown nipple, then the other. “Please.”
He gave her exactly what she needed by rising up and thrusting inside her. Damp flesh slapped against damp flesh.
“You are mine,” he told her, sliding his hands beneath her bottom, and tilting her so she received him at the exact spot she needed him. “Always.”
And he was right. There could be no other man for her.
He was her first. Her last. Her only.
And he proved it.
He took her to spiraling heights by gripping her hips and driving himself in deeper and deeper. Waves of pleasure ripped through her, and her breathing came in short, sharp gasps, and she began to quake as her climax struck. Silas’s own shout of pleasure came afterward, along with a soft, deep kiss. Janelle curled her arms around his neck and laid his head against her breasts as if they were the only two people in a private, magical world.
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