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.
