Las Vegas Honeymoon (9 page)

Spaghetti straps crossed her shoulders, formed an X, and then caught the material again just above her bra-less breasts. The design left her back almost bare. In the front, the material draped to just above her bellybutton. The accompanying skirt flowed sweet and free, and nowhere near her knees. No violet would be caught dead in this dress, and that was precisely why Mary had decided on it.

“Do you know every man here tonight would gladly kill to be the one to take you home? And if you weren’t with me, I’d be just like Pete, first in line to commit the murder of whoever you were with.”

Mary sighed. “You’re so good for my ego.”

“You’ve been good for mine all this week. Thanks for coming with me to these dances.”

“Are you kidding, it’s been my joy. Do you know how often I have the chance to wear designer clothes and attend fancy parties?” At his silence she answered, “Never.”

“Stick with me, kid.”

Was there a touch of wistfulness in his voice, or had she imagined it because she wanted to hear those words?

He pulled her a little closer. They barely moved, only took mincing steps to the left and right. His body touched hers in all the right places, and a couple of wrong ones, considering they were at a company event. Dan didn’t seem to care.

“I could dance all night with you.” She placed her head back on his shoulder. His hand slid down her bare back.

“Dancing’s okay, but I’m looking forward to our being alone. If you know what I mean.”

She laughed. “You are insatiable.” She rose onto tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “And I’m glad.” Her tongue swiped a path around the rim.

“That’s it. We’re leaving right now,” he joked.

And then the song ended. Everyone applauded.

“Hey, Dan!” A call came from off to their left.

Dan groaned and maneuvered Mary farther to the right. “My brother. The last thing I want is to be drawn into a business discussion, or worse, an early breakfast where Mom will keep you engaged for hours in pointless conversations.”

Mary chuckled. “I
like
your mother.”

“She likes you, too, but not as much as I do. Come on.” Grabbing her lightweight wrap from their table, he hustled her out to the taxi queue.

He wasn’t as forward as when they’d left the strip club. They did nothing but hold hands while waiting their turn for a cab, or on the ride. Fortunately, the trip to
Marco
Towers
took little time.

“You know what I want?” Dan asked in the elevator.

“I think I have an idea.”

“You’re a smart woman.” He draped an arm over her shoulders.

“Know what
I
want?”

He looked down, deadpan. “Dare I hope?”

“You may dare.”

He faced the elevator ceiling. “Thank you, God.”

They exited and walked down the hallway. “I have a fantasy of you,” Dan said, “wearing that new nightgown.”

Mary handed him the keycard. “I do have nightgowns, you know. The one you bought is beautiful but unnecessary.”

“I don’t want you wearing lingerie you brought for your honeymoon. This is our time.” He opened the door.

Mary swept to the table and picked up the box containing the nightgown Dan had bought with the red dress. She’d sent back the fancy black outfit and day dress, but couldn’t bring herself to return the feminine, modest cotton night dress. She’d never had anything so beautiful, and best of all, it looked like something she would have bought for herself. That Dan chose it over something slinky spoke volumes to her.

She rushed into the bedroom. “Give me just a minute.”

“I’d say ‘no rush,’ but I wouldn’t mean it.”

She laughed. “I’ll try to make it worth your while,” she said from behind the closed door. Putting the box on the bed she pulled the dress straps off her shoulders.

“Do you want a drink?” Dan called from the living room.

“No, thanks.” Without the straps, there was nothing to hold the scanty bodice in place. What little skirt there was fell to floor with one flick of the zipper. In Dan’s arms, among the admiring looks of his friends and even Pete’s leer, she’d felt sexy and desirable tonight.

“Now from one extreme to the other,” she murmured. Stripped naked, she lifted the nightgown from the box and slipped it over her head. The thinnest of cotton gowns fell to the floor. Embroidered pink rosebuds lined the scoop collar and softly capped sleeves. A satin ribbon tied under her breasts, Empire style. With her hair still pulled up and in curls—and with the same bracelet Dan had given her last night—she looked like a Disney princess. Quickly folding her evening clothes and hiding the box under the bed, she turned to the closed door.

The red button flashing on the phone caught her attention. The light meant a message. Anyone who wanted Dan would have used his cell phone, so at last Ralph or her mother had found her. They were the last people she wanted to talk to. Ignoring the blinking light, she rushed to fling open the door.

Dan stood on the other side, filling the space and bracing the frame with his hands. “I could hardly wait to see you.”

She clasped her hands behind her back. “I love it, Dan. Thank you so much. These past couple of days have been like a fairy tale, and this just caps it all off.”

“My princess,” he murmured, stepping forward.

“My prince.” She stepped back, leading him into the bedroom.

“That gown looks wonderful on you. Innocent, almost virginal.”

Virginal.
The word set fire to her imagination. The gown gave the appearance of purity itself, yet she felt sexy and knowing.

“I
am
an innocent, sir. I’ve never been touched.” He’d said he had a fantasy of her in the nightgown. She hoped her role playing would please him. His eyes burned with desire. Her heart began to patter.

“If you are pure, why do you come to me dressed like this?” He reached out and plucked a strand of hair from her upsweep. It fell around her face and to the top of her shoulders. “Don’t you know you turn my rod to steel and what I’ll do with it?”

“My-my family owes a debt. I am here to pay.”

He stepped closer and removed a hair comb. More locks fell along her cheek. “You would give what I demand? Anything?” His gaze dropped to her breasts.

Mary took in a deep breath and pulled back her shoulders. The bodice tightened over her breasts. She knew her dark nipples could be seen through the fine fabric. Dan’s nostrils flared with his own intake of air.

“I will do whatever you ask.”

He thought for a moment. “Remove my jacket.”

Mary stretched her arms to his shoulders. He raised his hands to sketch circles around her nipples. Impossibly, they hardened more than they had rubbing against the nightgown.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

“Thank you, sir,” she murmured in as virginal a voice as she could muster, feeling like a wanton. When he released her, she slid his black jacket off his shoulders and walked to hang it in the closet. As she started back, he halted her.

“Stand just there and spread your legs apart.”

She did so, watching him from beneath lowered lashes.

“The light from the bathroom makes a silhouette of you. I see the length of your legs and the point where your thighs meet. The very place my dick will pierce you. Where I’ll take you over and over. Are you sure you’re prepared?”

Her breath caught in her throat. “More than prepared. Anxious.” Approval shone in his slight smile. “Shall I turn out the lights?”

“Yes, and then come to the balcony.”

With the room lights extinguished, the brightness of

Las Vegas Boulevard

intensified. Mary leaned against the railing. Dan stood behind, hands on her hips. The
Eiffel
Tower
and Parisian balloon seemed close enough to touch, and the
Bellagio
dancing waters added motion to the lights in the distance. People drove by blowing horns as the traffic slowed, and pedestrian conversations and laughter could be heard. Yet several stories above it all, she and Dan played out a game in a world of their own.

His hands crept up to her breasts. Moisture pooled between her legs. She leaned into him, arching her back in order to fill his palms with all she had.

“Your breasts are soft and smooth. Pliant and full. They please me very much.”

“I am glad, sir.”

He slid his hands down. “And your waist is narrow. Your hips are perfect.”

His touch skimmed the cotton, sending a shiver along her bare skin beneath. Her breath came hard.

“I am glad I please you.”

“Oh, I don’t know if you please me, not quite yet. I haven’t completed my examination. Do you
want
to please me?”

“Oh, yes. Tell me what to do.”

“Turn around.” She did so. He dropped his head to her breasts and sucked her nipple through the cotton.

Mary didn’t think anything could feel as good as when Dan suckled her bare breasts, but this surpassed the sensation. She couldn’t suppress a moan. Cradling his head, she held him to her, encouraging his mouth on first one nipple and then the other.

He worked the gown up in order to find her pussy with his fingers. Soon her arousal became apparent. She moved her hips, trying to slide onto his fingers—for he certainly worked her with more than one—but he kept her on the edge. Need spiraled through her. Like a mare in need of her stallion, she rubbed against him, striving to relieve the force driving her to move, to touch, to feel.

When he stopped, he rubbed the tips of his fingers across her lips. She sucked on them as though they were bread and water, closing her eyes on the scent and taste.

“Do you like the flavor of your cream?”

She could only nod since he hadn’t removed his fingers. Then abruptly, he did.

“Turn around,” he commanded harshly. “Bend over.”

Now
, she thought,
now he’ll fuck me and let me breathe again.
Though there was no wind, her nipples pebbled and peaked where the wet fabric touched them.
Please, please.

Dan lifted the nightgown to her hips. Using his feet, he nudged her feet apart. Then—God in heaven!—he kissed her ass. More than kissed, he nuzzled it, nipped it, licked. He pulled her cheeks apart and tongued her small, tight hole. All the while, his talented fingers plunged her pussy and teased her clit.

“Yes, yes, Dan.”

“Not yet, princess.”

No!
He stepped away. She was ready to cry for relief by the time he returned.

“You’ll like this, I think.” He smoothed a cool cream at her anus, pushing with his thumb a little more with each pass.

Nervous, Mary held onto the railing so hard her knuckles whitened. Surely he wasn’t thinking about anal sex? She’d read about it but had never dreamed of doing it. But …yes, he was gently inserting something.

“Dan, I don’t think I—”

“Hush, girl!” The command was sharp and she shut up. “You said you would do whatever I wished.”

He pushed the thing in a little farther. Then, “Just relax, Mary,” he said softly. “Don’t fight it. I promise it’ll be good for us both. Trust me.”

With a hesitant breath, she tried to relax, and Dan slid the thing in all the way. It didn’t hurt, it just felt uncomfortable. He smoothed one hand up under the gown and around to her breasts. With the other hand he guided his cock to her pussy and then circled his muscular arm around her waist to hold her close. With a grunt, he thrust past her opening and into her wetness.

He rocked against her. The butt plug, which had come out a bit, pushed in. And something else was happening. As Dan pressed into her, something brushed her clit. He rocked again. The zipper from his slacks scraped the backs of her legs.

With each thrust, his cock invaded her pussy, the plug entered her butt and something rubbed her clit. His belt jangled. He tweaked her nipple.
Oh. God.

She bent over as far as the railing allowed, sticking her ass in the air for his better access.

Behind her, Dan chuckled. “That’s my girl.”
In.
“Do you like it?”
Out.

“Don’t stop.”
In.

“You’re so wet.”
Out.

One more thrust and she was going to scream like no one here had heard before. She needed a leather strap to bite down on.

In.
Here it came. Tension swelled, receded, swelled to a greater pitch. He pinched her nipple. Pain mixed with the pleasure radiating from her pussy, her clit, her ass. It didn’t hurt at all, making what she felt not pain but something new, previously unknown.

“I feel you, and I feel the butt plug, and God, Mary, with the lights from the Strip, this is a wet dream come true.”
Out.

“Dan, oh, God, Dan, oh, God!”

“Let it go, sweetheart.”

As if she had a choice. He never let up and neither did her orgasm. Each time she thought the pulsing contractions had ended, Dan flexed and they began again. Time lost all meaning. Just as her knees buckled, he withdrew and carried her to bed.

“How did you do that?” she asked when reason returned.

“A sex toy I picked up this afternoon. It’s all part of a cock ring that lets me keep going so you get all the pleasure you can stand.”

“Know what? It works. But what about you?”

“Tonight was for my princess. I’ll take my turn later.” He stripped off the rest of his clothing, then helped Mary remove the nightgown.

When she was tucked under his arm she reached between his legs. His cock throbbed under her palm. A bare stroke had him gasping for release. “Dan, I want you to take your turn now.”

“Aw, honey, I’d love to. Let me get a condom.”

Before he moved, she swung her leg over and pushed up to straddle him. “Without the condom. Skin to skin. I’m on the pill and I was tested when I gave blood a few weeks ago.”

“I’ve been tested, too, but God, Mary, are you sure?”

She loved him. She loved him more than anything in the world. She might not be the kind of woman he wanted forever, but fate had brought them together and she wanted to know what it was like to truly feel him inside.

In answer, she rose to her knees and guided him to her opening, already slick with renewed juices. Very slowly she sank onto him. Dan sucked in a breath and stopped her from moving with his hands on her hips.