Chapter 288 You Taste Sweet

Chapter 288 You Taste Sweet
Serena Sinclair's POV:

Phillip's eyes darkened at my words, pupils dilating with raw hunger. He captured my lips in a scorching kiss that made my toes curl. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting, claiming, as his hand slid beneath my silk slip to cup my bare breast. His thumb brushed over my nipple, making it harden instantly against his palm.

"Fuck," I gasped against his mouth, arching into his touch. His fingers were magic, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer pressure that made heat pool between my thighs. I could feel myself growing wetter with each expertly placed touch.

"I want you, Serena," he growled against my ear, voice primal with desire. "I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you." His teeth grazed my earlobe, sending electric currents straight to my core. "I'm going to taste every inch of you tonight until you're screaming my name."

I clutched at his muscular shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as his mouth traveled down my neck. He found the sensitive spot where my pulse raced and sucked hard enough to leave a mark, branding me as his. The slight pain mixed with pleasure made me whimper shamelessly.

"You're mine," he murmured against my skin. "I want everyone to know it."

My slip was suddenly gone, ripped away by his impatient hands. The sound of tearing silk should have bothered me, but instead it only intensified my arousal, evidence of his desperate need.

Cool air hit my naked skin for only a second before his burning mouth descended to my breasts. He sucked one nipple between his lips while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. The dual sensation had me writhing beneath him, my hips instinctively seeking friction against his hard length.

"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. My body was wound so tight I thought I might combust if he didn't relieve the aching pressure between my legs. "I need you to touch me."

Phillip chuckled darkly, the vibration against my sensitive flesh making me moan louder. "Patience, baby. I need to taste all of you first. I've dreamed about this for too long to rush."

His tongue traced a wet path down my stomach, dipping into my navel before continuing lower. Strong hands pushed my thighs apart, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze. I felt a moment of vulnerability before his warm breath caressed my most intimate place.

"You're so wet for me already," he murmured appreciatively, running one finger through my slick folds. "So fucking perfect."

"Oh God!" I cried out, back arching off the bed as his tongue found my most sensitive spot. He licked a broad stripe through my wetness before focusing his attention where I needed it most.

My hands flew to his hair, holding him in place as he devoured me like a starving man. His talented tongue alternated between circling my swollen clit and flicking rapidly across it.

"You taste so fucking sweet," he groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. "Better than I've imagined for all these years. I could stay between your legs for hours."

His fingers joined his mouth, one sliding inside me while his tongue continued its relentless assault. He curled his finger to hit that perfect spot inside me, adding a second finger when I ground shamelessly against his face. The stretch and fullness combined with his mouth had me teetering on the edge embarrassingly quickly.

"That's it," he encouraged as my thighs began to tremble uncontrollably. "Come for me. Let me taste how much you want me. Show me how good I make you feel."

The orgasm hit me with stunning force, my vision blurring as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. I cried out his name, probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Phillip didn't stop, working me through it until I was gasping and pulling at his hair, oversensitive and desperate for more.

He crawled back up my body, his mouth glistening with evidence of my pleasure. I pulled him down for a deep kiss, tasting myself on his tongue as I fumbled with his remaining clothes. The flavor of my arousal on his lips was surprisingly erotic.

"I need you inside me," I demanded, shoving his pants down his hips. He sprang free, hard and heavy in my hand. I stroked him firmly from base to tip, brushing my thumb over the sensitive head and spreading the moisture gathered there. His cock was thick and long, perfectly proportioned to his tall frame.

"Fuck, Serena," he hissed, hips jerking into my grip. "You're going to make me lose control if you keep touching me like that."

"That's the idea," I purred, guiding him to my entrance and rubbing his swollen head through my wetness. "I want you to lose control. I want to feel how much you want me."

When he finally pushed inside, we both froze at the exquisite sensation. He was thick and perfect, stretching me in the most delicious way. Each inch that filled me sent sparks of pleasure coursing through my veins. His forehead pressed against mine as he gave me time to adjust to his size.

"So tight," he groaned, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back. "You feel even better than I imagined."

"Look at me," he commanded as he began to move. "I want to see your eyes when you come around my cock."

I gasped at his crude words, arousal spiking higher. Our gazes locked as he established a rhythm that had me clawing at his back. Each thrust went deeper, harder, hitting places that made stars explode behind my eyes. The sound of skin slapping against skin and our mingled moans filled the bedroom.

"You feel so good," I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist to take him deeper. "Don't stop. God, don't ever stop."

Phillip's pace increased, his control fracturing as we both raced toward release. His movements became less coordinated, more primal as he chased his pleasure. One hand slipped between us, thumb pressing against my clit in tight circles that perfectly complemented his thrusts.

"Come for me again," he demanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I need to feel you squeeze me. I want to feel you milking every drop from me."

The second orgasm was even more intense than the first, my entire body convulsing around him as I screamed his name. My inner walls clamped down on his length, pulsing rhythmically as waves of pleasure washed over me. Phillip followed moments later, cursing as he emptied himself inside me with powerful thrusts.

We collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, breathing heavily. But our rest was brief. Soon, his hands began wandering again, reigniting my desire despite my exhaustion. We made love twice more before dawn—each time exploring new ways to pleasure each other, discovering what made the other moan loudest.

When I finally drifted toward sleep as morning light crept through the windows, I felt Phillip's lips on my neck, his arm possessive around my waist.

"I'm really tired," I mumbled, despite my body's automatic response to his touch.

His chest vibrated with quiet laughter against my back. "I know," he whispered, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear. "Just sleep. I just want to hold you."