Authors: Terry Towers
Moan For Uncle 5: Love Or Duty
Copyright 2012 by Terry Towers
Cover by: Terry Towers
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Nikki sighed as she snuggled her back against Grant's hard, warm body, basking in the tenderness of his embrace. Brushing her long, dark hair away from her neck, Grant placed a string of kisses from her earlobe to her shoulder, igniting her simmering desire for him. As his sensual kisses teased her neck he slid his arm around her waist and his fingers spread out across her belly - which would soon be showing that she was carrying his child - and gently pulled her bottom tight against his hardening cock.
Nikki placed her smaller hand over his, slipping her fingers between his. "Just a little more than a week from now and it'll be official." She looked back over her shoulder so her vibrant blue eyes could meet his grey ones. As their eyes locked, she gave him a soft smile, which he returned and she felt a surge of affection flow through her.
It had been a rough journey so far; it wasn't every day that you fell in love with your uncle. Luckily for them, he'd been adopted, so technically they weren't related by blood, just by circumstance. However, that hadn't changed the way people - her parents included - took the news of their love and intention to marry.
They had finally gotten themselves to the point where their friends and family began to accept, albeit reluctantly, their relationship when - due to a clerical error, thanks to the agency he worked for - they found out Grant was still
married. But with the divorce now officially completed and his ex-wife out of the picture, they could finally get on with becoming Mr. and Mrs. Grant Rivers.
"Do you realize how many times over the past few years I’ve fantasized about this - about being with you?" she asked.
Grant nipped at her shoulder and chuckled, that deep, throaty sound that brought her passion up another notch.
"I'd listen in on your discussions with dad," she continued, "when you two thought mom and I were sleeping and heard all the wild stories of your sex-
while on missions and then go to my room and pretend I was the one you'd been with."
Laughing outright, Grant urged her onto her back. His eyes, gleaming with amusement, captured hers. "Why in God's name would you do that?"
Nikki stroked his jaw that was just beginning to show signs of an evening shadow. "Cause you were the 'James Bond' of the family.
Sexy and mysterious.
All women fantasize about men like you, it just so happens that I knew my sexy 007 man personally, so I'd visualize you when I masturbated."
His face reddened slightly, though he continued to snicker as he peered down on her and he rolled his eyes. "I'm not even sure I should be asking this, or if I really want to know, but exactly how long had you been having these little fantasies of me."
"Well, dad told me you had been adopted about three years ago, I think I was sixteen at the time so... pretty much from then on."
Grant shook his head, but the amusement remained in his eyes. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be flattered or feel like some creepy old man."
It was Nikki's turn to laugh as she swatted him lightly on the shoulder. "Why would
feel creepy? I was the one doing the fantasizing, not you. And I wasn't the
one. Besides, you were only thirty-two, the perfect age to be the hot, sexy, experienced older man."
Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her back against his front once again. "Okay, I'll bite.
"Most of the girls on my cheerleading squad.
They were divided on whether they liked your tight ass or your nice thick..." she made a low, teasing growling sound. "...biceps."
Grant slipped a hand between her legs and cupped her moist mound as he pressed his hard, thick cock against her bottom. "Well, I have something nice and thick for you and
you. Your little friends will have to keep on fantasizing."
Wiggling her bottom against his dick she closed her eyes and sighed. Grant had told the CIA, the agency where he worked as a field agent that he was taking the next three weeks off for their wedding and their honeymoon. Three whole weeks with him, that in
felt like a dream come true. Usually the most she ever got - because of his job - was a couple of days a month. It was hard being apart from him so much, and so frequently, but it made the time they spent together more precious.
Grant slid his hand to her lower thigh, and placed her leg, back and over his hip hence opening her pussy up better for his hand and cock to play. His cock slid between her legs and nestled itself between her soft, wet folds. Nikki moaned softly, anxious to feel him slide deep into her.
Nikki turned her head and her lips met his. His lips skirted across hers, teasing her mouth as his dick teased her throbbing pussy, and his fingers her swollen nub. She sighed a second time and he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping between her parted lips in search of hers. As their tongues touched, his fingers pinched her clit, rolling it between his fingers and sending a shiver running up and back down her spine.
He was the perfect man, and she felt as though she was the luckiest woman in the world to be the one with him. How many women were lucky enough to be spending their lives in the arms of the man they had looked up to and admired all their lives, the man they considered their hero?
She reached behind her and grabbed onto his hip, grinding back against him. His cock, which was now as solid as granite, teased and taunted her, giving the promise of pleasures yet to come. The fire within was flaring up to nearly unbearable heights as she broke off the kiss.
"Stop teasing and give it to me," Nikki groaned as Grant's hand slipped lower and he dipped two fingers into her heated depths. A deep, throaty chuckle was her only response as his fingers probed deeper, stroking her inner wall and quickly bringing her so close to the brink she that was mere moments from coming.
"You know how this works," he whispered in her ear, the heat of his breath tickling her neck, and again another short jolt rushed through her. Her pussy was on fire, a raging, throbbing inferno of need. As his mouth touched her neck once more, his teeth nipping at the tender exposed flesh, she found herself lost in the throes of a climax so intense that her body tensed, her eyes closed and she cried out as a rush of her juices greeted his tormenting fingers.
, so good."
She slowly opened her eyes and was breathing a sigh of satisfied relief just as his fingers slid from her and were immediately replaced by his thick, long shaft. Her breath caught in her throat as his dick's sudden invasion filled her fully and stretched her pussy to its limits.
Grant agreed pulling out and slamming back into her, the head of his cock stroking her G-spot with each in and out motion. Her leg, which was still hooked behind his, tightened to him as she moved with him. Their bodies working in perfect sync.
His fingers slipped between her folds once more and exposed her quivering nub. He began to stroke it in time with their movements. "My God, Grant," she gasped.
Every nerve in her body was on edge as his lips, hand and cock played her body beautifully. She hadn't even had a moment to recover from her first orgasm when she felt another one rapidly building within her. She loved how intimate it was having him make love to her like this, his large body wrapped protectively around hers.
My sweet Nikki," he groaned into her hair, his lips slipping to the back of her neck.
Nikki bucked back against him with more force this time. She could feel her impending orgasm approaching and needed relief. "So close, Grant!" she gasped.
"Good, I want to feel it on my dick, honey."
Oh, God yes!
She wasn't sure if the words left her mouth or the screaming was simply in her head. Her body writhed and moved against him. Her hand tightened on his hip as she came closer and closer. Waves of pleasure crashed through her, starting at her head and ending in her pussy.
Just when she didn't think she could handle another moment, she felt his cock stiffen and flex within her. He pulled out and rammed into her once more, his balls slamming against her bottom, and then exploded, filling her with his warm cum. The feel of his release, pulsing inside of her sent her spiralling over the edge to her own sweet climax.
Grant removed his hand from between her legs and hugged her tightly against him, burying his face into her neck. Their juices mixed within her and slowly began to seep past his cock, still tightly embedded inside her throbbing core, and onto her thigh. With a sigh, Nikki slid her leg from over his and snuggled tighter against the hard wall of his chest.
It had been such a long, exhausting day that she barely heard him tell her how much he loved her before falling asleep, feeling satisfied, safe and secure in his arms. Nothing could ever hurt her, never again, not when she had Grant to protect her.
The next morning Grant was tempted to wake Nikki up for a morning romp, but yesterday had been an exhausting one and today promised to be no better. She and her friend from college were going to her final dress fitting and then he and Nikki had an appointment with the realtor to see over a dozen houses that day. He had insisted that they have their dream house found and the paperwork done so when they came back from their honeymoon those stresses could be over and done with and they could focus on being happily married newlyweds.
With a frustrated groan, Grant slid from the bed, despite his cock’s protests. As he stood and stretched, he glanced around the scarcely furnished bachelor apartment and nodded. Yes, moving out of this one room apartment Nikki insisted on calling home while attending college was definitely a priority. The fact that it was in a bad part of Boston was his main concern, however, the fact that it was a shithole ran a close second.
Quickly and as quietly as possible Grant set to work preparing breakfast to the sound of Nikki's soft snores. Every few minutes his attention would be drawn to the single bed that they were sharing - yet another thing that needed upgrading - and to the partially exposed body of the naked Nikki. His cock, which had finally begun to simmer, sprang to life once more as his eyes fell on those breasts that fitted so perfectly into the palms of his hands. The temperature was cool this morning and turned her deliciously pink nipples into hardened peaks. The click of the toaster, presenting him with golden brown bagels, brought his attention back to the task at hand - preparing their breakfast.
Ten minutes later Grant had breakfast completed and was in the process of piling everything on a tray so he could present Nikki with breakfast in bed, when he heard her stirring behind him, as if sensing breakfast was ready.
Grant smiled as he heard her soft, sweet voice behind him followed by a loud yawn which only made his grin widen. Picking up the tray, he turned and froze for a moment as he took in the sight of her. Her breasts bounced as she stretched her arms high up over her head, her taut nipples peeking through a veil of dark, flowing hair.
Her eyes lowered to his hard dick that was begging for attention and a smile touched her lips. Sitting up on her knees, the white flannel sheet that had been covering her from the waist fell away revealing her smooth, shaven pussy. She ran a hand through her long tussled, dark locks combing them back and then crawled over to the edge of the bed.