My Taboo Harem!

His hands cradled the gentle swell with pure reverence as he kissed every inch of it. Slow, open-mouthed kisses. Long licks along the faint line that had begun to show. He nuzzled his cheek against the warm curve, then kissed it again and again.

He took his time — long minutes spent kissing, licking, and nuzzling every inch of her belly. Sometimes he pressed soft kisses right over the curve.

Sometimes he licked slow circles around her navel. Melissa’s hand around his cock again, stroked him in those same slow, measured pulls even as he worshipped her belly. Her other hand stroked through his hair.

Only when he was satisfied did he continue downward.

He kissed along the lower curve of her belly, then lower still, to the soft skin just above her hips. His fingers hooked into the bunched silk of her nightdress and eased it the rest of the way down, kissing every new inch of skin as it was revealed — her hips, the soft curve of her ass as he turned her slightly, the tops of her thighs.

He peeled the nightdress completely off and tossed it aside, then returned to kissing her hips with slow, thorough attention.

Phei licked along the sharp lines of her hip bones, then softer, over the sensitive skin leading down to her thighs.

Then he focused on her legs.

He kissed down the outside of one thigh — long, lingering presses of his lips. Then the inside — slower, more intimate. He licked along the soft inner thigh, tasting the warmth of her skin, feeling it tremble under his tongue. He did the same to the other leg, taking his time, worshipping every inch. He kissed behind her knees, the sensitive spots that made her twitch.

He kissed down her calves, slow and thorough, until he reached her feet.

Phei shifted down the bed and knelt between her spread legs, the mattress dipping under his weight. He lifted one of her feet gently in both hands, cradling it like something precious.

He took her big clean toe onto his mouth first and he kissed it gently. Melissa shivered hard, a soft, broken moan escaping her. He didn’t rush. He sucked each toe individually, slow and thorough, letting his tongue slide between them, tasting the clean, slightly salty skin.

He paid special attention to the smaller toes, kissing them one after another, sometimes taking two at once and sucking wetly while his tongue worked between them.

While his mouth was occupied with her toes, Melissa reached down with the other hand. She stroked him in those same slow, measured pulls — even from this angle, even as pleasure built inside her. Her first hand made itself free offf his cock hand roamed up to stroke his shoulder and back, and she lightly pressed her foot against his mouth, flexing her toes while he sucked them.

His free hand slid between her thighs.

His fingers found her clit — swollen, slick, throbbing. He didn’t push inside her. He just circled it slowly with two fingers at first, teasing, rubbing in tight, controlled motions. Then he pinched it gently between his fingers, rolling it, tugging lightly before releasing.

He tapped it with his fingertip in a slow rhythm while his mouth continued sucking on her toes.

The fire and juice between her legs was intense now — warm, wet, her love water coated his fingers as he worked her clit. The wet sounds of his sucking on her toes mixed with the soft, slick sounds of his fingers on her.

Melissa’s whole body jerked.

"Phei..." she moaned, thighs trembling.

He looked up at her from between her legs, eyes dark, and Phei leaned down while still sucking on her toes. He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss right over her pussy, then another, then licked her clit with a slow, flat tongue while his fingers kept teasing and circling.

He alternated between feet — kissing every toe on one foot while his fingers worked her clit, then switching. Melissa flexed her toes hard on his mouth, curling them tightly.

Melissa continued stroking his cock with steady, unhurried pulls whenever her hand could reach. Sometimes he would release her foot just long enough to kiss and lick her pussy more thoroughly — slow, wet kisses on her folds, gentle sucks on her clit, his tongue flicking over it in time with the way he had been sucking her toes.

Then he would go back to her foot, sucking her toes again while his fingers returned to her clit — circling faster now, pinching, rubbing side to side, tapping.

He brought her close — her thighs trembling, her boobs rising faster, moans growing desperate — then slowed down on purpose, easing the pressure on her clit and sucking her toes more gently.

She reacted immediately, pulling his hair with one hand and moaning more desperately, her free hand gripping his shoulder.

"Don’t stop... keep doing that..." she gasped. "Use your tongue right there... oh god, Phei..."

He gave her more, building the tension again — sucking her toes with wet, obscene sounds while his fingers teased her clit relentlessly — sometimes light and circling, sometimes firmer, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. Every so often he would lean down and kiss her pussy again, sucking her clit into his mouth for a few seconds before returning to her toes.

Her hand never stopped stroking him when she could reach.

The hotness and intimacy of it — his mouth working on her feet while his hand played with her most sensitive spot and she continued touching him — had her falling apart.

Phei’s cock was painfully hard in her hand, leaking steadily, but he still didn’t chase his own release.

He switched feet again, giving the other the same slow, thorough treatment. He licked between each toe, sucked them one by one, sometimes gently biting the pad before soothing it with his tongue.

All while his fingers continued their relentless, skillful teasing of her clit — circling, rubbing, pinching, tapping — and his mouth occasionally left her foot to kiss and lick her pussy, focusing on her swollen clit with slow, wet attention.

Melissa’s hand stroked him with the same measured rhythm whenever she could.

Her moans grew louder, needier. Her thighs trembled around him, trying to close around his head. Her toes curled in his mouth every time he sucked particularly hard or his fingers hit a perfect rhythm on her clit.

She was close.

Phei could feel it in the way her clit throbbed under his fingers, in the way her hips lifted, in the broken, desperate sounds she made.

He doubled down.

He sucked on her toes with more focus while his fingers rubbed her clit in firm, steady circles. Then he leaned down and licked her clit with long, slow strokes of his tongue while still holding her foot.

The dual sensation — his mouth on her toes and his tongue and fingers on her clit — pushed her right to the edge.

"Phei... I’m— I’m close..." she gasped, voice breaking.

He didn’t stop — sucking her toes, teasing her clit with his fingers, licking and kissing her pussy — until her body tensed and she came with a soft, broken cry of his name.

During her orgasm, she pulled his hair hard with one hand and gripped his arm tightly with the other, thighs trembling violently around his head. Her clit pulsed under his fingers and tongue. Waves of pleasure rolled through her as he worked her through it, slow and thorough, never rushing even as she came.

Her hand on his cock tightened slightly as she climaxed.

Only when her trembling began to ease did he finally release her foot and press one last soft, lingering kiss to her clit.

He crawled back up her body slowly, kissing his way up her legs, her thighs, her belly, her breasts, until he reached her mouth again. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Melissa’s hand found his cock once more and stroked him in those same slow, measured pulls even as she kissed him back.

Then she pulled him into her arms, holding him close against her pregnant belly.

Melissa was still shaking slightly, breathing hard, but she smiled against his lips.

"You’re impossible," she whispered, voice warm.

Phei grinned against her mouth, cocky and satisfied and still painfully hard in her hand, but completely focused on her.

"And you’re perfect," he murmured back. "Every single inch."

He held her close, one hand resting protectively over her pregnant belly, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her temple, her lips — slow and tender again now that he had worshipped every part of her exactly the way she deserved.

Outside, the night continued.

But here, in this bed, Phei had taken his time with every inch of the woman he loved — and Melissa had met him with her own active touch every step of the way.

And he wasn’t even close to being done.