Uncle Dominic's Touch

by Jenika Snow

  It may be wrong, may even be inappropriate, but Chloe couldn’t deny how she felt about him. It was more than just loving Dominic, it was feeling protected and cherished. She didn’t just realize this, no, she had felt it when she first knew what real love was, when she first realized that looking at him caused her heart to stutter and wetness blossom between her legs. She was an adult, knew what she wanted, and didn’t care any longer what the result would be.

  She leaned in those last couple of inches and pressed her lips to his. He was tense for several seconds, but when she ran her tongue along the seam of his lips she felt his body soften. The deep, male groan he made had her nipples tighten and her pussy becoming moist.

  When he opened his mouth and their tongues pressed together she couldn’t help the small sound of pleasure that escaped. He tasted so good, so addicting. She never realized it could feel this way, so potent and intoxicating. Chloe tilted her head more and deepened the kiss. The sound of glass shattering on the cobblestone patio when his bottle hit the ground vaguely penetrated her lust induced brain. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shifted so that her legs rubbed along his. Dominic tensed once again and she thought he might pull away or stop, but after a moment he kissed her more feverishly.

  Tongues dueling, breath mingling, they were like rabid animals trying to get closer, needing more. The kiss was wild, uninhibited. He gripped her waist, his big hands almost wrapped fully around her. He tugged her toward him with gentle motions and she found herself straddling his legs. Her skirt rode up her thighs and his roughened denim scrapped along the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. It excited her further.

  She moved closer to him and pressed her breasts against his hard chest. She could feel her nipples beading, becoming hard little points of pleasurable agony. When her pussy rubbed along the hard erection pressed against the fly of his jeans, he suddenly broke the kiss. They both panted and stared at each other. She felt elation and a bit of wonder. Never had she thought she would be doing this, but never had anything felt more right.

  “Chloe.” His voice was gravely and hoarse. “We can’t do this. It isn’t right.”

  She knew he was right, knew that if her mother or father, or God forbid her aunt ever found out they would never look at her the same again. Despite all of that, she didn’t care. Why should she care about what people thought? They never gave a damn before, never even acted like they wanted to know what was going on in her life. She felt like this was right, like there was absolutely nothing wrong with this.

  “I love you.” Not wasting another minute, Chloe leaned in and brushed her lips against his. Her pussy rubbed along his shaft and she felt it give a mighty jerk. Even though he wore thick jeans, she could tell how big he was. It was slightly unnerving, but nothing on Dominic was small.

  In the next instance she found herself falling back and hitting the ground. The breath was knocked out of her for a moment. She looked up at him a little dazed. Dominic had gotten up so quickly that she had fallen right off of his lap. He paced in front of her and worried his hair with his hand.

  “Oh fuck, Chloe. I’m sorry.” He bent down and helped her up. He kept hold of her upper arm, but as if he caught himself doing something he shouldn’t he stumbled back and turned away from her.

  “Wait. Please don’t go.”

  He stopped and turned around to look at her. The haunted expression he wore tore at her heart. “I can’t, Chloe. This isn’t right.” The breath came out of him on a long exhale and then he turned to go into the house.

  “Uncle Dominic.” She took a step toward him. Before he made it to the door she saw how his body stiffened.

  He didn’t turn around when he spoke. “See, Chloe, that’s the thing. I’m your uncle. I’m. Your. Fucking. Uncle!” She could tell his anger was rising to an alarming rate.

  His coarse language didn’t faze her, not when the blood rushed through her veins and her body felt like it was on fire. “Stop. We're related by marriage only.” She was on the verge of tears, frustration and arousal waging war inside of her. She would have said anything to make him see reason. Chloe knew what he meant, knew that although they weren’t related by blood, he was still her uncle.

  He shook his head and finally turned around to stare at her intently. “I’ve know you your whole life, Chloe. This isn’t right. I’m sick!” His voice cracked on the last sentence and she wanted to go to him, to comfort him and tell him everything was okay.

  She took another step, but he anticipated it and took one back. He held up his hand up for her to stay away. Opening her mouth a few times, she wanted to say something, anything, but the words got stuck in her throat. He turned and stormed inside and she flinched when he slammed the door shut. She shouldn’t have gone after him, shouldn’t have followed him, but she couldn’t stop herself. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She had initiated the kiss, had started all of this. If this was as far as it went, if he wanted nothing more to do with her, well, she understood, but she needed to know the truth. How could she let it end this way if she never found out what was really going on. Was Dominic as confused as she was? Did he care for her on a totally different level? She needed to know.

  Chapter Seven

  Chloe followed him into the house and stopped when she saw Dominic braced against the counter. Back to her, forearms on the tile, he looked like a defeated man. She took those few steps toward him and stopped when she could have touched his back with her fingertips. That’s what she wanted to do, to reach out and stroke her fingers along the chiseled, defined expanse of his back. Would he turn away from her, push her away? She moved closer to him until she could have done just that, but she clenched her hands into fists.

  He turned around in the next moment. They stared at each other for a heartbeat, and he reached up to caress her cheek. Leaning into his touch, Chloe closed her eyes and let all the sensations wash through her.

  “This isn’t wrong. How can something that feels so good, so right, be wrong?” His hand was still on her cheek and she opened her eyes.

  “It’s just wrong, Chloe.” His words were no more than a whisper but he didn’t drop his hand. She moved that last inch that separated them. Her thighs brushed against his. Every part of her body tingled in a way that made her weak and breathless. She lifted her hand and ran her thumb along his full bottom lip. His mouth opened slightly, maybe on its own accord, maybe because he liked the way it felt. Either way, his gaze was transfixed on her and that was all that mattered.

  “Chloe.” Her name, a strangled groan from his lips was the last thing she was aware of before he gripped her waist and spun her around. Pressed between him and the counter, Chloe could feel ever muscle in his rock hard body. Her pussy was saturated, and all she wanted to do was tell him, to let him know that she was so ready for him. She couldn’t bring herself to do it though, couldn’t force the words past her lips. She was too afraid.

  Her back was to his chest and she could feel the defined length of his stiff erection along the crease of her ass. Licking her lips, she looked over her shoulder.

  “We really shouldn’t, Chloe.” Although the words were almost a hoarse whisper from his lips, she could hear the raw desire nonetheless.

  “Maybe you’re right, but I want to, so bad.” He ran his hand along the sides of her breasts and over her hips. He gripped her tightly and pulled her more fully back against him. As if her ass against his shaft was too much for him, he turned her around and lifted her easily onto the counter.

  Her skirt rode up her thighs and the chill of the tile beneath her ass was a shock to her overheated body. They kissed again. His lips slammed down on hers with all the built up passion and desire they both felt.

  Chloe spread her legs wider to accommodate his big frame and felt her panties rub along her too swollen pussy lips. Slowly, he ground his cock into her folds, teasing her until the words for him to fuck her was right on the tip of her tongue. He was a skilled kisser, his tongue moving along her lips w
ith such talent she knew fucking him would be intense and powerful.

  “Please, please let me feel you inside of me.” She hadn’t meant to say it, to seem so needy, but the words had just come. She didn’t care if she begged for it, didn’t care at this point if she sounded pathetic. Chloe was on the verge of climaxing just from the feel of that jean clad cock pulsing against her body.

  Dominic growled against her mouth and quickly went for the button of his jeans. The sound of the button popping free and of the zipper sliding down sent shivers throughout her body. She leaned back, braced her weight on her hands and rested her feet on the counter. Her thighs were spread obscenely wide and the air from the ceiling fan brushed along her sensitive skin.

  Dominic took a step back, his gaze between her legs, his fingers still on the zipper of his jeans. She could tell he was having second thoughts, could tell he was trying to talk himself out of it. She wouldn’t have any of that, couldn’t breathe if she didn’t feel his cock buried inside of her. She may be a virgin, but she knew what she wanted.

  The idea of making a fool out of herself played into her mind, but she would have to take that chance. Chloe reached between her legs and slipped her finger under the edge of her panties. They weren’t anything sexy, just a pair of white bikini underwear. Could he see her pubic hair through the soaked material? She didn’t doubt it, didn’t doubt the fabric was so wet he could see the small, triangular shape of dark hair between her thighs. The air practically slammed in and out of him. His respirations were so increased and his eyes so glazed over she knew she was breaking his control.

  What she was about to do was bold and wanton and so unlike Chloe, but she wanted to tempt him, wanted to make him as hot as she was. She pulled the material to the side and exposed her soaked cleft. Her clit throbbed when the air touched it. She was drenched, so wet that as soon as the panties were out of the way she could feel her cream slid down her skin. Anxiety suddenly slammed into her when she realized what she was doing. Never had she been so extreme, never had she tried to be the seductress. Heart slamming hard against her ribs, she ran the pad of one of her fingers along the swollen rise of her labia. She rubbed it slowly before pulling it back so it showed her inner lips. Could he see how pink she was? Could he see how engorged her clit was? She could feel the tiny bud pulse and swell from her arousal. Just having her fingers so close to it was enough to have her on the verge of having an orgasm.

  Dominic had his pants pushed down his hips in the next second. She felt her eyes widen when she finally got a look at what had been hidden behind his jeans. His cock was huge, thick and long, the head flared and bulbous and already wet from his arousal. She licked her lips and heard him groan. The sound made her lift her eyes to his. He took a step toward her and dropped down on his knees to bury his face between her thighs. The force of his mouth on her pussy, of his lips rubbing along her labia had her leaning back and bracing herself once more on the counter. The sound of fabric tearing pierced her lust induced brain and she watched as Dominic tossed the remnants of her panties to the side.

  He was an animal between her legs. He licked and sucked, probed and teased her until she murmured his name over and over. He spread her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and sucked her clit in his mouth. Chloe ground her pussy against his mouth, and he growled in response. The sound had her orgasm finally breaking through and she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. He didn’t stop sucking her and that only made her orgasm seem to go on longer. After letting go of her clit with a resounding pop, he licked a path down her slit and speared her pussy hole with his tongue.

  In and out he probed her body with his tongue while he moved his thumb back to her clit and rubbed small, quick circles around the bundle of nerves. She could feel another intense orgasm approach and felt her whole body tighten in response.

  “Come again, baby. I want to taste you, Chloe. I want your cream down my throat.”

  She was shocked at what he said, but those few words sent pleasure through her like a freight train. The intensity of what was happening had her whole body shaking and she closed her eyes as she let it wash through her. He gave one last lingering kiss to her inner thigh, and she opened her eyes to watch him stand. She dropped her gaze to the monster standing stiff from the thatch of dark hair and knew she wouldn’t be truly satisfied until she finally had it inside of her.

  Dominic stepped between her legs once again and ran his hands over her thighs, over her belly that hollowed out from her breathing, and up her arms. He snagged his fingers under the straps of her tank top and slowly pulled them down her arms. She didn’t wear a bra, and when the material slid over her breasts they popped free and swayed slightly.

  “Oh God, Chloe. You are so beautiful. So amazing.” He sounded in awe and she couldn’t help the flush that swept through her whole body at his praise. Dominic never lied, and although she had never felt especially beautiful or amazing, she did when she was around him.

  She gasped when she felt the hard, hot length of his erection press against her cleft. Chloe stared wide eyed at Dominic. They didn’t speak or move for the longest time, and Chloe feared this would be the end. She could see it perfectly in her mind—Dominic pulling away, telling her this was incestuous, wrong, bad.

  “Dominic. I need you.”

  He blinked several times as if to clear his mind and then stepped back. Defeat claimed her and she sagged. She dropped her head and felt embarrassment.

  “Not here, Chloe.” His words had her lifting her head and staring at him.

  He helped her off the counter and pulled his pants up haphazardly before adjusting her skirt down and fixing her top. His arms around her were secure and made her feel safe and protected. Despite this small reprieve, the fire that coursed through her body didn’t relent.

  “Let’s go to my bedroom,” she murmured against his chest. It seemed like the most neutral spot, a place where there were no memories of others. He pulled back and stared into her eyes before he nodded and led the way. As they took the stairs and went down the hallway, Chloe feared he could hear her heart beating. Hell, she could hear it all the way in her ears, could even feel it pounding in her throat.

  Dominic stopped in front of her closed door but didn’t make any movement to open it. She gripped his hand and led him inside. The room was dark and the light from the moon illuminated her dresser and bed. It gave everything a sexual, almost hazy feel. When he stepped inside she shut the door and they both stood there in silence.

  His back was to her and she could see how tense he was. She tentatively ran her finger down his spine. The material molded into the long indent and she could see his muscles flex, as if her touch was filled with electricity. He turned when her fingers stopped at the small of his back. Shadows covered his features but she could still see dual expressions cross his face. Uncertainty and desire fought for supremacy. If she hadn’t thought this was right, hadn’t known it would feel right, she wouldn’t have pushed it.

  “I’ve missed you.” Sure, she had been here the whole time, but she didn’t mean it in the literal sense. She had missed him, the Uncle Dominic she had known her whole life. The whole situation with Clara had created a dark cloud over him and he had been so aloof and distant. She could now see the real Dominic coming back out, and Chloe couldn’t help but feel elation at the fact that she was bringing that part of him back to the forefront.

  “I’ve missed you too, sweetie.” He smiled down at her. There wasn’t anything sexual about that moment, nothing but two people really showing who they were on the inside. “I love everything about you, Chloe. The way your hair looks like cooper and fire in the sun. The way your eyes light up when you see the lake glistening like tiny jewels. Everything about you makes my heart swell with love.”

  His words, so endearing and raw had tears forming in her eyes. She had nothing to say in response, didn’t even know what to say. She opened her mouth but all that came out was a soft sigh.

  “No words are neces
sary. Just know that you are the single most important person in the world to me.”

  Oh God. Tears finally fell down her cheeks. He made a move to come forward but then stopped. A look crossed his face, one she couldn’t decipher.

  “Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

  She laughed because she couldn’t help herself. “I’m crying because I’m happy, not sad.” Chloe wiped her eyes and composed herself. She didn’t want to be bawling at this particular time. Dominic seemed relieved by what she said and she gripped the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Arousal still coursed through her, and because of the sentiments he just confessed, she wanted to show him how much she loved him. “I love you so much, Dominic.”

  Goosebumps popped up along her flesh and she felt her nipples tighten in response. Dominic did the same with his own shirt, and her mouth went dry when she saw his chest. This wasn’t the first time she had seen the hard, wide expanse of his defined chest, but now, knowing what was about to happen, made everything feel so different.

  He held his arms open and she stepped into them. Resting her head against his pectoral muscles, she could hear the strong, steady beat of his heart right beneath her ear. He slowly moved his hands down her arms and gripped her skirt. As he pulled the material down, she felt her panties go with them. Here she stood, nude in front of Uncle Dominic, ready for him to take her.

  She didn’t go for his pants and try to remove them, she let him do it. He didn’t make her wait, and when he too was nude she couldn’t help but press herself against him. His erection pulsed against her belly and she felt wetness slide over her skin from his cockhead.

  Dominic dipped his head to capture her mouth. He kissed her and slipped his hands down to cup her ass. Dominic squeezed the mounds and pulled her more forcibly toward him. They moved as one toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. She felt the mattress hit the back of her legs and let gravity and his body take her down. The silk comforter was like water against her body and she arched her back. Breasts thrust forward, Dominic didn’t wait to latch his mouth onto one. Chloe gasped as pleasure zinged through her.