Free Las Vegas Honeymoon by Francis Drake

He’d forced himself to step away the night before. He wasn’t going to tonight, not after the signals she’d given. Signals? Hell, she’d given him a BJ right out in public, and swallowed . She’d bucked and flexed and let him finger-fuck her, knowing all along some perv watched from the next table. This was not his mother’s friend’s daughter. This was a hot babe he hadn’t met before. She wanted him and he wanted her. The fact they’d been friends years before only added to the fantasy.
    “Do you know what I want you to do to me when we get to the room?” She lightly bit his earlobe, then licked it.
    He slid his hand to her moist thong. With little effort he could edge it away and push his finger into her pussy. “What?”
    “Fuck me, hard. And I want you to say dirty things.”
    She was so wet his finger glided in past the knuckle. She spread her legs and her musk assaulted his nostrils. “Is that all?”
    “To start with,” she said in a breathy whisper. “Just to start.”
    Dan looked up to see the cab driver watching in the rear view mirror. He grinned and Dan grinned back, even as he turned Mary so her face wasn’t visible. She moaned when he withdrew his finger and then probed again. He struck up a steady rhythm. Mary tried to match it but her butt moving over his woody was too much and he held her still. He thought he had her G-spot with his short thrusts, and was sure when her eyes opened wide and he had to cover her mouth with his to keep her from crying out.
    Her muscles closed tightly around his finger and he almost came himself, thinking about how she would feel in a matter of minutes, with all of him deep inside her.
    He licked his finger and then rubbed it along the seam of her lips until she opened and took it, sucking like a kitten on its mother’s teat. Then he had to kiss her again, over and over. God, how he wanted her. If he’d thought he could get away with it, he’d take her right there in the cab, and be damned if the cabbie saw it all.
    Thank God they pulled into the
Marco
Towers
entrance minutes later. Dan helped Mary off his lap and out of the cab, then gave the driver his fare and a healthy tip.
    “The lady, she is your wife?”
    Wife? Dan let the word rumble through his mind. He hadn’t come to Las Vegas with any thought of a wife, but since meeting up with Mary, he’d imagined what it would be like to be with her every day, to have her there to touch and hold whenever he wanted.
    “No,” he replied, looking over his shoulder at the woman in question. “But maybe.”
    “Very pretty. Very passionate. You keep her,” the cabbie said.
    Dan laughed and then walked to where Mary stood. Her lips were red and lightly swollen. Her nipples poked the material of the dress, aroused and ripe for sucking, and her expression showed both excitement and lust. He knew exactly how she felt.
    He guided her through the lobby and to the elevator.
    “What did the cab driver say to you?”
    The walled mirrors of the elevator reflected a woman who needed a man. He hoped she wanted him , and wasn’t thinking about that ass she almost married.
    “He said you’re beautiful.”
    She smiled. “And?”
    “How do you know he said anything else?”
    “You talked too long for a one-sentence comment.”
    “He said you’re passionate.”
    Mary nodded. “You make me feel that way.”
    “I’m glad.”
    “Was that all he said?”
    Dan hesitated to say more. He wasn’t sure about the “keep her” part. Not that she wasn’t worth keeping, but it seemed a big commitment to say so. “You fishing for compliments?
    She looked at her reflection and laughed. “I look like I’ve had sex.”
    “You look like a woman who’s been screwed and is ready for more.”
    “Do you think he knew what we were doing in the backseat?”
    Dan had to smile. She had him roaring like a lion ready to mate. “I don’t think so.” She looked so disappointed he had to laugh again. “Who would have thought