My Taboo Harem!

The moonlight had shifted again, softer now, casting long silver and shadows across the bed.

Melissa lay there completely naked, her mature body offered up without shame or defense. Her dark hair spilled wildly across the pillow like spilled ink. Her full breasts rose and fell with slow, heavy breaths, nipples still stiff and darkened from his mouth. The gentle, perfect pregnant belly curved softly in the silver light, the skin faintly flushed from everything he had already done to her that night.

Her thighs were parted just enough to show the glistening evidence of her wetness between them — slick, swollen, and still sensitive from his earlier attention.

She looked every inch the powerful, elegant woman she was... and yet she lay there at his mercy, completely bare, completely open, letting him take his time with her like she had no intention of stopping him.

Phei hovered over her on one elbow, drinking in the sinful sight of her. His cock was already thick and heavy again just from looking at her like this — mature, glowing, naked, and utterly surrendered to him.

He leaned down and brushed his mouth against hers.

Soft.

Barely a touch at first.

Just the warm press of lips on lips, slow and unhurried. Melissa’s eyes fluttered open, and she sighed into it, her hand rising to rest on his jaw. Phei kissed her again, deeper this time but still gentle — lips parting, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth until she opened for him.

Their tongues met in a slow, wet glide. No rush for some destination...

...Just the intimate slide of tongue against tongue, the soft sound of wet kisses filling the quiet room.

They stayed like that for a long, long time.

Minutes stretched. The make-out session was deep and lazy and sensual. Phei sucked gently on her lower lip, then released it so she could do the same to him. Their mouths moved together in slow rhythm — tongues stroking, exploring, sometimes curling around each other in long, sensual caresses.

He would pull back just enough to nip at her bottom lip with his teeth, then dive back in, kissing her like he had all the time in the world.

Soft moans vibrated between them. The wet sounds of their kissing grew louder as it went on. Melissa’s fingers slid into his hair, holding him close.

Her hand slid down between their bodies; her fingers wrapped around his hard cock, and she began to stroke him in slow, measured pulls — up and down in a steady, unhurried rhythm — while they continued kissing. She never broke the kiss. Her thumb brushed over the sensitive head on every upward stroke, spreading the slickness that had already gathered there. Phei groaned softly into her mouth, hips twitching forward into her hand.

"Fuck..." he whispered against her lips between deep kisses, voice low and rough with that cocky edge. "Your mouth... I could kiss you like this for hours. You taste so good, Melissa. So sweet. And your hand—shit..."

She smiled into the kiss, breath warm. "Then keep kissing me, my love... don’t stop..."

He didn’t.

The make-out went on and on — long, unhurried, wet and deep.

She kept her hand moving on his cock the entire time, stroking him in slow pulls that matched the rhythm of their tongues.

Every so often she would squeeze gently at the base, or twist her wrist on the upstroke in a way that made his breath catch. He tilted his head to kiss her from a new angle, tongue sliding deeper, slow and thorough. Melissa met him with equal hunger, soft and melting under him while her hand never stopped its measured work on his length. Every so often he would suck on her tongue, slow or let her suck on his.

The room filled with the sound of it — lips parting, tongues sliding, soft gasps and moans, and the quiet, wet sound of her hand working him.

His cock grew fully hard and throbbing in her grip, but he still focused on the kiss, on her.

Only after what felt like forever did he begin to move lower.

He kissed along her jaw, slow and open-mouthed, then down the column of her throat.

He lingered at her pulse point, sucking gently, feeling it flutter under his tongue.

Then lower, to her collarbone.

His fingers found the thin straps of her nightdress and eased one down her shoulder with deliberate slowness, kissing every new inch of warm skin as it was revealed. He took his time peeling the silk down, lips brushing over her shoulder, then across the chest as more skin appeared.

When the nightdress finally slipped beneath her breasts, he paused to admire.

Her breasts were full, heavy, the nipples already tight and dark from the cool air and from everything they had done earlier.

Melissa’s hand left his cock for only a moment as she shifted, then returned to it with the same steady stroke while he began to worship her chest. Phei kissed the top of one breast first — slow, reverent presses of his lips. Then the other. He licked a long, slow stripe along the upper curve, tasting her skin.

Phei then kissed the soft, warm valley between them, then began to explore with his mouth in earnest.

He took his time.

He kissed the top of her left breast in slow circles, never quite reaching the nipple yet.

Then he licked underneath it — long, wet strokes of his tongue along the sensitive underside where it met her ribs; he did the same to the right. His hands came up to cup them gently, lifting them slightly so he could kiss and lick the warm, soft undersides more thoroughly.

Melissa’s breathing had changed — deeper, shakier — but her hand never stopped its steady stroking of his cock.

She held his head firmly against her chest with one hand, fingers threading through his hair, while her other hand continued its measured work on his length. Melissa arched her back, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth, and pulled his hair when she wanted harder suction.

Phei licked around her left areola in slow, teasing circles, his tongue flat and wet, never quite touching the stiff peak. Then he did the same to the right. Only when she was squirming did he finally close his lips around one nipple and suck — slow, deep, cheeks hollowing slightly as he drew it into his mouth.

His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud in rapid little motions while he sucked.

The nipple felt harder against his tongue now, pebbled tight and hot, the texture changing as it responded to his mouth — firm, sensitive, almost throbbing with every flick and suck.

The wet sounds of his sucking filled the room, mixing with her soft moans.

Melissa held his head in place with both hands now, refusing to let him move on, even as one hand reached down again to wrap around his cock and stroke him in those same slow, deliberate pulls.

"Suck on that one harder, babe..." she moaned, voice thick. "Use your tongue, yes right there... don’t stop..."

She pulled his hair firmly, guiding him, and her free hand stroked his shoulder and back.

He obeyed instantly, sucking deeper, tongue pressing and flicking harder while she held him there.

He stayed on her breasts far longer than he had planned. He switched between them — sucking one nipple while his fingers rolled and pinched the other. He licked the undersides again and again, letting his tongue drag slowly over the sensitive skin

He took both nipples into his mouth one after the other, sucking and flicking his tongue rapidly until her back arched. He buried his face between her breasts and kissed the warm valley, then licked up to one nipple and sucked it deep again.

Her hand on his cock never faltered; it was so hard, still so wet with her juice.

Melissa stroked him with the same steady rhythm even as pleasure built inside her — slow pulls, gentle squeezes, her thumb brushing over the head in a way that made his hips jerk. Melissa’s fingers tightened in his hair every time he found a spot she liked.

She guided his head back when he tried to move lower, holding him there.

"More..." she breathed, voice breaking into a soft moan. "Don’t stop yet... your mouth feels so good on them. Suck harder... yes, like that... oh god, Phei..."

He gave her exactly what she asked for.

He sucked her nipples with slow, deep pulls, tongue working constantly — flicking, circling, pressing flat against the stiff peaks. He gently bit one nipple, just enough to make her gasp, then soothed it immediately with long, wet licks. His hands squeezed and lifted her breasts so he could kiss and lick every single inch.

Only after her moans had grown needier and her thighs had started to press together did he finally begin to move lower again — but even then, he did it with torturous slowness. One last long, deep suck on each nipple. One last slow lick across the undersides and then one last kiss right between them.

Then he kissed down the center of his chest, over his sternum, and lower.

To her pregnant yet still good looking hot belly.

Here he slowed down even more.