Uncle Dominic's Touch by Jenika Snow Page B

down her legs until she was forced to kick them off. What she wore wasn’t the small, white bikini underwear like she had all those years ago. The thong she had on was thin and transparent material that didn’t hide anything, that left nothing to the imagination.
    Dominic surprised her further by dropping to his knees in front of her and burying his face against her mound. Instinctively spearing her hands through his hair, the pleasure of his mouth on the most sensitive part of her body almost had her becoming dizzy with the feel of euphoria he caused within her.   
    “Oh God, Dominic.” His hands snaked up the back of her legs and cupped her ass cheeks. He squeezed the mounds with a little force so that a sting of pain accompanied the pleasure. Chloe wanted more, needed more. She spread her legs a little wider and pressed her cunt to his face. She could hear him inhale and then groan loudly. Chloe took that moment to really look at him. Although he hadn’t changed much in the past eight years, he did seem harder, emotionally and physically. His dark hair was short, but the strands stood on end. The sight was endearing and attractive all in the same breath. Never had she thought she would be in this position, but here she was, spread wide, her Uncle Dominic between her thighs.
    He gripped one of her thighs and lifted it so it  rested over his shoulder. She was spread so wide now that she could feel her pussy lips pull apart. He buried his face deeper into the valley between her legs and the feel of his hot, humid breath excited her. She knew the thong she wore was soaked, could practically feel her juices coat her inner thighs.
    Holding onto him as if her life depended on it, he used his other hand to peel her thong to the side, baring her cunt. He ate her out ferociously. He was merciless as he ran his tongue up and down her slit, teased her clit to a fever pitch, and then shoved his tongue into her clenching hole. Over and over he did this, never stopping until she sucked in a harsh breath and tensed as her climax crested. She cried out his name continuously and felt as if she were falling. It wasn’t until she felt the cool sheets against her back that she realized Dominic had lifted her and laid her on the middle of the mattress.
    “Oh, Chloe, my sweet little Chloe.” His voice by her ear dragged her back from oblivion. “The things you do to me. The way you make me feel...” It was almost like he was speaking to himself. She thought he would elaborate on what he said, but even though he kept quiet, she knew what he meant. She felt the same way.
    Chloe watched in rapt awe as he moved away from her and removed his pants. Even in the darkness of the room she could see how hard he was, could see the dark thatch of hair that surrounded the giant between his legs. Pussy clenched from the sight alone, she still remembered how it felt to have that cock buried inside of her.
    She pushed to a sitting position and fought the wave of dizziness that threatened to control her. Reaching out until her hands brushed along his thick, muscular thighs, she pulled him forward until his dick was no more than a few inches from her face. He smelled so good, a musky, masculine scent that had her vagina seeping, her body preparing itself for his penetration.
    Chloe could see raw desire in his eyes. Jaw clenched tight and eyes heavy lidded, he looked like the solider she knew him to be. She wanted to break his control, to have him so frantic and aroused that he couldn’t think straight. She brought her gaze back to the erection right in front of her face and prayed to whoever was listening that she wouldn’t screw this up. Would he be able to tell she had never given head? There was only one way to find out.
     
    Chapter Twelve
    Chloe leaned forward and ran her tongue along the bulbous head of Dominic’s cock. She licked the clear fluid that had already accumulated at the tip and a flash of pleasure filled her from his taste.