Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale

by Dawn Robertson

  “What?”

  She punched me in the arm. “Are you fucking taking me to Italy for our honeymoon?” I shrugged.

  “Maybe. Unless you don’t want to. We can always stay__” Her mouth crashed to mine and she reigned kisses all over my face. “Yes. Oh yes. I want. Please. Oh thank you.”

  “Anything for you, Jennifer.” I chuckled.

  She worked at my belt buckle, frantically getting it undone. “What are you doing?”

  She licked her way between my lips. “Thanking you my dear husband.”

  And thank me she did. She used her body to show me exactly how happy and excited she was for our up and coming honeymoon. Having her all to myself for the three weeks I had booked would help our relationship. Help us get to know each other.

  Our trip to Italy couldn’t get here fast enough.

  IT'S ITALIAN

  (Jenny)

  The week flew by in a blur of packing, working on setting up my new business, and tying up every loose end I could think of before I handed everything over to Nora and Harper, my new personal assistant. As much as I tried to force Nora into the role, I knew if I left her with any real responsibilities the entire business would crash and burn. Like literally, there would be actual fire.

  “I will have my laptop and cell phone. Mathis will have his as well. If anything happens I need to be contacted immediately. No questions.” I lectured both women before I stood from my brand new white desk across the room from my husband’s home office setup. He was over the moon with my new business interest, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Anything I wanted, I got.

  The small office space was nothing compared to the moon and stars he tried to throw at me every chance he got.

  “I will see you in two weeks anyway,” Nora reminded me. The last week of the trip Dean had convinced Mathis to fly her in so they could spend some quality time together. No matter how many times I asked my dear husband to leave Dean stateside, the answer always remained no.

  “I can’t wait. We can go shopping. Italian outlets are supposed to be to die for!” My excitement was for more than just the shopping. Truth be told, I wanted to see all the sites. Every last one. From the museums, to The Colosseum. The Pantheon and of course, Mathis wouldn’t leave Italy until we had one of those romantic gondola rides down the beautiful Venice canals.

  Yup, I was becoming spoiled very quickly. But, also remaining humbled to my roots. I could never forget the small Kansas town I hailed from. My parents would never allow that. But, the one place in the world I had always wanted to travel was mere hours away and this bitch was going to take full advantage of it.

  I let out a sigh thinking about the possibility of us making a baby on our honeymoon. Wasn’t that what so many couples did? Truth be told, it hadn’t been long since I threw caution and my birth control pills to the wind. But the thought was still front and center in my mind.

  “I’ve never in my life gotten sick from flying.” I hung over the stupid toilet in the tiny bathroom of the private jet Mathis had hired for our trip. We were somewhere over the Atlantic, deep in the night sky. I had been fine for most of the flight but once we hit a small patch of turbulence, all bets were off.

  “This is so embarrassing,” I mumbled while wiping my face with a cool washcloth and rinsing my mouth. Nothing says sexy to a man like holding your messy hair while you empty your expensive dinner into the shitter. Dammit!

  “Oh stop, I can’t even count how many times it has happened to me. I double up my dose of Dramamine every time I fly. Come on and lay down. I will get you some water and a couple pills and you can sleep until we get ready to land.”

  What did I do to deserve him taking such good care of me all the time? I should be giving him an epic blow job or riding him in the reverse cowgirl while becoming lifelong members of the mile high club.

  Instead, he tended to me like my own personal doctor. Maybe this was just the universe’s way to prepare him for whatever morning sickness I would end up with whenever a baby started growing within me.

  Fourteen hours on a plane and I was feeling like a giant bag of assholes. When we finally settled into the ritzy hotel suite Mathis had booked, I made a phone call to the spa and waved goodbye as I walked out of the room for a massage and various spa services that would help me feel human in a couple of hours.

  “Nothing fancy tonight, Mathis. Dinner in the room or something so I can get a good night’s sleep. I need to recover from that flight. I didn’t know it was going to turn into hell over the Atlantic.” I chuckled while I exited the room and made my way to the spa. Much needed.

  As I entered the lobby and turned the corner, I accidentally ran right into a woman. I am so damn clumsy sometimes.

  “Crap! I am so sorry!” My eyes lifted and when they came in contact with her face, a chill ran down my spine.

  Her familiar brown eyes are sad and the long brunette locks she once wore were chopped short into a bob. But no matter how many people I had fucked over the years, I would never forget Lily.

  Her large chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Lily?” I asked, as we both continued to stare at each other, shocked at the other’s presence.

  “I’m sorry, Jennifer. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” She tried to walk around me, but I put out my arm to stop her. Why was she trying to run from me? This whole thing seemed so damn strange!

  “Lily, wait!”

  “Jennifer, please. Just let me go. I don’t want to see you. You remind me of him.” Her words were like a slap to the face. I reminded her of Jude?

  “What happened?” My words were quiet, I didn’t expect her to answer me. I knew if I was in her position, I wouldn’t.

  “He left me to chase you, Jennifer. He has been in love with you for years.” The gorgeous busty brunette turned and her heels clicked off as she ran for the front door of the hotel.

  Love? No way. Infatuation maybe. But there was no way that Jude ever loved me. Not the way Mathis does.

  Shit. Now my nice relaxing time in the spa was ruined. There was no way I could lay back and be pampered while my mind was drifting back to the blond man I once thought owned my heart.

  Fuck Jude and fuck Lily for just throwing that garbage into my head!

  ITALY, THE CITY OF LOVE

  (Mathis)

  Only having lost a day of our honeymoon, Jennifer was ready and raring to go. I laughed as I watched her fly around the hotel room, impatiently waiting for me. My goal was to teach her that anticipation was key but it hadn’t worked yet. All in due time. Never mind, who was I fooling? She was a lost cause.

  “Mathis, please. Will you hurry up?”

  I did up the buttons on my white linen shirt, leaving the first four undone. “A little impatient are we, love?”

  She huffed, smoothing down her red summer dress and placed her hands on her hips. “No. I’m just excited.”

  I walked up to her and placed a hard kiss on her mouth. “I can tell.”

  She shook her head and cupped a hand over my pants before squeezing my cock. “The sooner we take this Gondola ride, the sooner we can get home and…” she licked her lips. “Well, use your imagination.”

  I already was. I smirked and grabbed her hand, kissing her knuckles. Heading out of the hotel and into the street, I had made sure originally, when I booked the trip that we were right by the canal.

  I was probably as excited, if not more, to show off my beautiful wife the middle of the city. I had never had the pleasure of taking a Gondola ride, but I was more than happy to experience it with her. There were so many things I wanted to experience with her, and only her. Simple things that had never crossed my mind before her.

  I stepped into the gondola and held onto Jennifer’s hand, helping her get in. We sat at the back of the small boat, and she snuggled against me. The gondolier gave us a wool blanket and I wrapped it tightly around us.

  It was early evening, the air was cool and the sunset was sim
ply stunning. Red, yellows, and oranges caressed the sky as the sun set in the far off distance.

  Jennifer snuggled tighter into my side and I sighed, inhaling the sweet scent of her. She smelled like me and lavender. My favorite.

  I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and grazed my lips along her ear. “I enjoy the smell of me on you, love.”

  Her breath caught and before she could say anything I inched my hand under the blanket up her inner thigh. “Mathis,” she said, grabbing my hand.

  “Shhh…I’m going to give you a taste of what’s to come later. Just relax. Enjoy. But keep quiet. Your sounds of pleasure are for my ears only,” I whispered in her ear.

  She released her hold on me.

  “That’s my girl.” My hand grazed up under her dress to her bare mound. “Hmm…no panties, Jennifer.”

  She smiled and licked her lips, spreading her legs. I brushed my other hand down the side of her cheek. “You wet for me?”

  A moan escaped her lips as I pushed a finger through her folds before delving deep inside of her pussy. Her slick juices coated my hand as I thrust a second finger in her. Her hips moved slowly with the movements of my hand.

  My palm rubbed over her engorged clit, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, I knew her hot little body craved.

  Her small hand landed on my thigh, digging her fingers into my leg. “Mathis,” she breathed.

  I watched the pleasure spread over her face as my fingers picked up speed, thrusting in and out of her at a pace I knew that drove her insane. “Come for me, love.”

  Her body shook, small breaths leaving her lips as she came hard.

  I turned her head and kissed her slowly, swallowing the rest of her cries.

  “Wow,” she said when I released her.

  Her nostrils flared when I licked the juices of her delicious body off of my fingers. I swallowed, my cock lengthening as the sweet taste filled my taste buds.

  She took a breath. “I don’t think I’ll ever look at a Gondola ride the same again.”

  Jennifer rose from my lap as our own personal waiter entered onto the terrace. I frowned, my body stirring as I watched her sashay her hips before sitting across from me.

  She caught me staring and giggled. “See something you like, my dear husband?”

  I smirked and sipped at my wine while the waiter placed silver dishes with food between us. The intoxicating scent of spices and tomato sauce filled my nostrils. My mouth watered. God, I missed this. Real Italian food. Jennifer’s eyes widened as the waiter lifted the lids off of our dinner.

  “Enjoy.”

  We both smiled up at the waiter and watched him leave. “Dig in, love,” I said and picked up a piece of garlic bread.

  She chewed her bottom lip, her gaze raking over the spread laid out before her.

  “Having trouble deciding what to eat?” Her cheeks reddened. “I want to eat it all.”

  I chuckled. “If you want to eat it all, then go ahead.”

  She huffed and reached for a piece of bread but drew her hand back.

  I frowned and rose to my feet before sitting beside her. “Here. Let me feed you.”

  Her gaze met mine. “What? Why? I can feed myself.”

  “I know, love.” I kissed her mouth. “It would do be great honor to please that hunger of yours.”

  Her eyes darkened and she nodded. “Okay,” she said softly.

  I dipped a piece of garlic bread in the heated butter that came along with it, and brought it up to her mouth. “Open.”

  She did as I said and took a bite, savoring the spices of the soft dough.

  A drop of melted butter ran down her chin and before she could wipe it away, I leaned in and licked up the buttery liquid. I groaned.

  Her nostrils flared. “How about we skip dinner?”

  I laughed and grabbed the glass of wine, bringing it up to her lips.

  She shook her head, stopping me. “I don’t like wine.”

  I grinned. “Trust me. You’ll like this one.”

  Jennifer’s beautiful ocean blue gaze searched mine before she nodded, taking a sip of the wine that I had offered her.

  I quickly grabbed the back of her neck and licked my way between her lips, swallowing the sweet red liquid that had flowed into my mouth.

  She moaned, deepening the kiss. Our tongues danced, dueled for ownership as the wine crashed into my senses. I trailed kisses down her jaw, sucking and licking her skin, lapping up the wine that had escaped her mouth.

  “Mathis,” she breathed.

  “Yes?” I asked, my now very hard erection straining against my pants. “More.”

  That one word called to me. Although it was such a small word, it meant so much. Spoke thousands more as we made out under the starlit sky.

  Her hands grabbed at my shirt, pulling me against her.

  “Please.”

  “Not yet. Slow, love.”

  Jennifer pouted.

  “You need to eat.”

  She opened her mouth to protest when a loud rumble erupted from her stomach. She laughed, her cheeks going red.

  I chuckled and sat back, watching her eat the meal laid out before her. “Aren’t you going to eat some?” she asked between mouthfuls.

  “Oh I’ll eat.” I winked, but it wouldn’t be food I would be devouring. Right now though, I was enjoying watching my wife savor the pasta. Small sounds of pleasure escaped her lips.

  I loved a woman that could eat and that enjoyed food. I wasn’t into these tooth pick thin women who ate only salad. Who can fucking survive off of rabbit food? Jennifer loved food from what I could tell. Her moment of hesitation when the food was first brought out was soon forgotten.

  She looked back at me and smiled. “Thank you for this.”

  “For what?” I asked, rubbing a hand in circles over her back.

  “For everything. For you. For us. For this.” She motioned around her.

  “Get used to it, Jennifer. I like to travel, and in my line of work you can always come with me. Expect more trips like this in the future.”

  “What about when we have kids?”

  “Even if we are blessed with children, they will be raised as travelers. I refuse to leave them home with a nanny.”

  She nodded. “Good. I don’t want some other fucking person raising our kids.” She winked. “I want to corrupt them ourselves.”

  I laughed. “I’ll drink to that.”

  “But seriously, thank you.”

  “Anything for you,” I said, pinching her chin and turning her head to meet mine. I placed a soft peck on her lips, her nose and then her forehead before cupping the back of her neck. “You’re my forever. I’ll do anything for you.”

  She looked away but not before I caught her wiping under her eye. Was she crying? If she was, it was due to happiness by the hint of a small smile splayed on her lips.

  “I love you.”

  She reached for my hand. “I love you.”

  IN THE PUBLIC EYE

  (Jenny)

  Everything about our dinner had been wonderful. The food was delicious, unlike anything I had ever tried before. Clearly, real Italian food in Italy was far better than that Olive Garden bullshit in the states. Not only would I never enjoy their fake Alfredo again, but I was pretty sure if anyone tried to drag me there, I would burn the place to the ground. Okay, so I am dramatic. I own that!

  My biggest shock came in the form of Mathis this evening. Not only had our conversation flowed so naturally when the subject turned to children, but the intimate act of him feeding me almost had me stripping my clothes off and begging him to bend me over the table right then and there. I was grateful at his restraint, because I was hungry as hell. For dinner and for him.

  “You look like you are in outer space, love.” His words snapped me out of my daydreaming. My mind lusting after him. Why think about it when he was really here with me. Ready and willing by all appearances. His hard dick was still clear as day pressed against the tight black designer pants
I had found on one of my shopping trips earlier in the week.

  “I was just thinking about tonight, that’s all.” I couldn’t help but smile. Everything about him made me happy. He may drive me fucking bonkers sometimes, but I was sure I did the same to him. As insane as it sounded, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. It would just be empty. I mean, I was content with my life but I never knew what I was missing until now.

  “What about the night, Jenny?” He wasn’t going to let it go. Always pestering me. I wanted to throttle him and kiss him all at once. See! I am just bi-polar and bat shit crazy. Don’t mind me!

  “I really love how naturally this all comes to us. I didn’t think about it much until we started talking about having kids. Starting a family. It makes me smile knowing we are on the same page so much. Now I am rambling and I am going to shut up.” I laughed and he joins me but not before he pulls me out of my chair and into his lap.

  The hotel balcony is open, and spacious. We can view the beautiful lights surrounding the Venice canal. All the small homes and buildings lining the water lit up like small lightening bugs in the distance.

  “Jenny. When you told me you wanted a baby...” he paused, but only to steal a quick kiss before continuing his thought, “it was the best day of my life.”

  “I don’t know what was holding me back. I mean, I am scared. But with you by my side, I don’t really have a lot to be scared of. I am not that young anymore. It is part of life. But I am just warning you, Mathis. If I get as big as a house, you better keep your dick in your pants because I swear, with God as my witness, I will chop your dick off, and throw it from the penthouse balcony. Don’t try me.”

  His laughter boomed through the air and his hands push under my ass to protect his poor manhood from my threat.

  “Jenny, you could never be ugly to me. Just never shut me out.” His lips met mine. The kiss began as a sweet and sensual confession of our love for one another. But when I moved my legs to straddle his lap and all bets were off. The pent up sexual frustration of the day was too much. My mouth became hungry for possession. I pushed my limits as I started to unbutton his shirt. My fingers couldn’t work fast enough, and I grabbed both ends and pull. Buttons flew all over the balcony and I could feel his laugh vibrate through my mouth.