Now my life is sweet like cinnamon, like a fu.cking dream I'm living in.

I smiled against Seb's lips as we shared our first kiss as husband and wife, neither of us willing to break it. His hands clutched at my waist to keep me against his hard body firmly while mine cupped his neck gently. It was slow, intimate, gentle and perfect. When he finally pulled his head back, just enough to see the huge smile on my face, he glanced around us while I did the same, realizing that every one had left us. The man who had officiated at the ceremony has disappeared and we were left with nothing but sand, sea and candles as company. I definitely wasn't complaining. 

I gave my husband, the only man I had ever truly loved, a silly look as I bit down on my lip. I wished I could read his mind, know how he felt because me? I hadn't ever been so happy before. "Are we really married Seb?" I asked, trying to conceal the smile tugging at the corner of my mouth but failing. "This all feels unreal," I confessed in a quite voice that showed my enthusiasm too.

He smiled as big as me, "It is, I have proof." He pulled his left hand away from my body, regretfully, blinking at the wedding band I had chosen for him that was now encircling his finger. I wasn't sure how he felt about wearing a ring, but I was glad he wasn't complaining.  "We're married and you're officially and legally mine Mrs Aria Pitt," He added, getting hold of me again and kissing me.

"What now?" I asked against his lips as I grinned wide, feeling as excited as a kid in a candy shop, "I know you're up to something. I sensed it for days."

"And you're not terrified?" He asked in a teasing voice, since we both knew that I hated surprises. In this case though, I just wanted to see if he could possibly make this day even better since right now it felt magical. 

"Mostly curious," I answered seriously and ran my hands down his chest slowly. "I don't want to wait a second longer."

"Okay, let's go," He smirked at my impatience, something about me that would never change. Pulling away from me, he reached for my hand as we walked in the sand. 

I tossed my head back, my eyes taking in the last rays of sunlight of the gorgeous sunset that we had seen while becoming husband and wife. "It's so beautiful," I commented quietly. "I wish we could take a picture," I added, since the guy I had tricked into taking pictures during the wedding was now gone, just like the only other one person who had taken part to our ceremony.

Seb stopped in his tracks and slid his free hand into the pocket of his light blue pants, fishing out his damn phone a second later, "But we can." 

I laughed, "Oh god Seb. You and your phone, even on our wedding day." I shook my head before leaning my side against his, my head nestling in the crook of his neck, "Wedding selfie. Me gusta."

He laughed with me as he oriented his phone so that we were both in its screen, "Smile silly girl." 

After he took a photo I moved my hand to cup his jaw, "Another one please." I grinned and looked into his eyes, "Kiss me."

"That's so cheesy," He commented but kept smiling like an idiot, kissing me and doing as I told. A bunch of seconds later, we were walking again hand in hand, straight to the place where we'd spend out first night together.

"You love cheesy," I said and eyed him, of course teasing him but getting nothing but a smirk and a shrug from him, "Where are you taking me? It's hard to walk in this dress and in the sand." 

"It's going to be worth it," He said back, keeping me curious as ever.

"Leave it to Sebastian Pitt to take his wife on a hike on their wedding night," I sighed as I tried to keep a straight face, but as soon as he laughed heartily at my words, I smiled like a crazy girl.

"This is not a hike," He said eventually and his eyes kept going to mine while we walked, now leaving the beach behind us and heading to a part of the resort we had never been to before. Not me at least. 

"We're like in the middle of the jungle Seb and my feet are starting to hurt, can you tell me where we're going?" I sighed again and shot him another pout, squeezing his hand for full effect.

"Enough woman, let me spoil you," He grinned at me and bent over to slide his arm under my legs while the other encircled my back as he picked me up, knowing this was the only way to make me stop.

I snaked my arm around his neck, smirking wide and feeling content, "I like how this marriage is starting..." 

"You better," He retorted, a hint of amusement in his tone even though he looked a bit nervous of his jungle surprise. I kept my eyes on his flawless face, knowing that where ever he'd take me? I was going to love it.  As he took one last step out of the trees,  the view in front of us changed completely.  It was a lot like where we had just gotten married, only in a smaller scale. There were candles almost everywhere, from the beach to the porch of the house, those being the only light in the now dark night except for the one coming from inside the house. "Here we are," He said quietly, nervously. 

My eyes took in everything, a smile curving my lips again because this was so out of character for Seb. It was the picture perfect honeymoon; sand, candles, our own private beach away from the rest of the world.... just us. My man had grown up in every sense of the word, he knew how to make me happy and wanted to give me the romantic side of himself that he always chose to hide. Turning my head back towards him, I could see how nervous he was, waiting for my approval. "It's even better than I imagined," I said honestly, pressing my lips against his since it was hard to resist kissing him. "It's perfect. Everything about today has been perfect."

"The day isn't over yet," He grinned back at me, shaking his nerves and being the confident man I had fallen in love with so many years ago. There was absolutely nothing sexier than that confidence. 

"Show me the rest!" I smiled wider, "Carry your wife through the threshold."

He laughed and shook his head, "Are you going to be calling yourself that all night?"

"I think I'll alternate between that and Mrs. Pitt..." I trailed off, forcing a serious face as I let those words really sink in. I was now Aria Pitt. I'd grown up never believing in love, the idea of marriage sounding like a nightmare since my own parents couldn't keep each other happy and inevitably lost their family over it... and now I was married to this man who was creative, charming, smart, and incredibly handsome. He was my best friend and now my family too. He laughed as he bounded up the steps, the darkness illuminated by all the candles and creating such a gorgeous atmosphere. Reaching for the doorknob, he turned it and pushed the door open. The house was small, but there were flowers every where, all of them my favorites. He'd outdone himself and would have his work made out for him next year on this exact day when we'd be celebrating our first anniversary. "Either we have snuck into someone elses place or an alien has invaded my Seb," I said in almost a whisper, my eyes wide as I looked around the place. It was breathtaking really, I could only imagine how the outside would look in the morning when the sun would rise. I had a strong feeling that we were in paradise. 

He reached for my chin with his fingers and guided my gaze back to his. The second our eyes locked, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Even after all this time, he still knew how to surprise me and keep me on my toes. I was head over heels for him, the luckiest girl alive. "Are you doubting me so soon?" He asked, but knew better than that. I adored him. He was easily the smartest man I had ever met. Not to mention the sexiest, both in and out of bed. 

"Never," I grinned at him and shook my head. "It's beautiful though. You've outdone yourself and I'm amazed. Now set me down Mr. Pitt and show me the rest of my surprise so I can thank you properly."

"What makes you think there's more?" He raised both eyebrows and looked amused. But his eyes? They showed everything he wanted to say, everything he felt. Maybe he wasn't great with his words, but he was getting better and luckily for me, his eyes gave him away. 

"I was referring to a big bed and your pants coming off, but if there's more? I'll be fine with that too," I pressed my lips back against his, pretty sure that we'd spend the rest of the night kissing each other as if our lives depended on it. 

He kissed me back, his lips lingering on mine as he bore his eyes into mine and his lips curved into a grin. "There might be more," He said eventually, keeping me curious since I wasn't sure how he could make the day any more perfect. 

"Tell me," I said with my lips still pressed against his, not able to hide the excitement I felt. 

"I said it might be more, it depends on if you'll be good," He said back as he wrapped his arms around me once again. He tilted his head down, hiding his handsome face in his safe spot, where my neck met my shoulders, and inhaled deeply my sweet scent.

"I say you're trying to trick me into being good and then I'll get nothing anyway," I protested, teasing him and still smiling. But honestly, I knew he liked me just the way I was.

He let out a small laugh, pulling his head back to look at me with an amused face, "I thought you'd say you're always good instead." 

"You wouldn't have married a good girl," I said matter of factly, running my hands down his shirt and feeling really confident. 

"I wouldn't have married anyone else," He said more seriously, turning me into his arms and pressing kisses down my neck as his hand found the zipper of my dress and played with it. "I promise I'll try to be a good husband," He started and pushed my hair off my shoulder to have easier access to my skin, his words taking me by surprise but his lips leaving me paralyzed. "I know there will be times when I'll have something to be sorry for, I know I'll make mistakes, but I'll always make up for everything, I'll always do all I can to make you happy and proud to be my wife." He paused to take a deep breath, unzipping my dress in a slow motion as he let out his breath again. I turned my head in his direction and stared at him with wide eyes, biting down on my lip and feeling speechless, surprised, happy, proud that this amazing man was now my husband, every good emotion possible. The moment felt surreal, almost too good to be true. He slipped his hand between the fabric of my dress and my skin, the contact being the encouragement he needed since our bodies had a connection that was hard to explain. "You're the love of my life Ar," He added, not saying another word after that. He angled his head, pressing a soft kiss on my lips, still gripping me tight to keep me as close as possible.

My entire body felt the kiss, or maybe it was his words. Either way, I was swooning. I could feel a blush creeping on my cheeks and I kept kissing him, deepening the kiss and never wanting it to stop. This moment felt surreal. Of course it was perfect already; a flawless beach wedding right ion the middle of paradise, just me and the man of my dreams... but now this? He'd taken it further than I could have ever imagined and I loved him so much for being able to surprise me still after all this time. He was perfect, maybe not literally since every one had their own flaws, but he was perfect for me. "I love you so much," I whispered against his lips when the kiss regretfully ended.

He pulled his head back enough to study my face, making me wonder what was on his mind since I wanted to know everything. "You're not going to cry are you?" He asked finally and my genuine smile turned into a huge grin.

"Maybe a little," I replied honestly and wrinkled my nose, feeling tears stinging at my eyes but I was forcing them not to come. A few tears of joy would suffice. "But it's not my fault," I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

He set his hands on my back, my zipper still down and giving him access to my skin. I could hardly wait for his hands to be all over the rest of me. "Is it my fault instead?" He asked with a grin.

I nodded and smiled at him again, "You're already the best husband I could ever ask for... And I know that you'll mess up sometimes, but it's okay because that just means it will lead to amazing makeup sex."

He let out a laugh and pushed my hair off my shoulder, keeping his intense gaze locked on mine, "My wife is such a romantic."

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled wider before taking a deep breath, tempted to pinch myself simply to make sure this moment was real. I never imagined getting married or how it would go... but having this right now? I couldn't imagine my life without experiencing this without Seb. "You're such an amazing man. I'm already proud to be your wife," I said quietly.

"You can't say that yet," He said back, shooting me a small smirk as he kept his eyes on mine.

"I just did instead," I retorted as I pressed my lips against his again, as if I couldn't stay away.

He pulled his head back just so slighty to lift my chin with his fingers, "You've been my wife for less than an hour, you can't know how it is just yet."

"But I know you and how you are," I said stubbornly and he grinned wider at my words, "What?"

Instead of speaking and answering my question, he played with the cloth of my dress and stared at me. "We're not going to agree on this one, are we?" He asked, amusement in his tone. Things didn't change just because we were married, or at least our stubborness wouldn't ever.

I let out a small chuckle as I shook my head, feeling radiant and happy. He took a step back, taking his time stare at me and get lost in his thoughts. What I would give to read his mind right now or any other time he stared at me with that look in his eye instead, like I was the best prize he'd ever won. "Are you trying to make me blush?" I broke the silence.

His eyes flicked back to my face, my cheeks probably already pink. "You're blushing already. You're stunning babe," He said honestly and when I blushed more he smiled and pulled my body back against his, this time moving his hands to push the sleeves of my dress down my shoulders, where he placed soft kisses. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really," I breathed out, cupping the back of his neck and leaving him to undress me slowly, taking his time and making the fire inside of me grow.

"Me neither," He straightened himself again as he helped me out the top of my dress, now my chest was naked and my legs were still hidden by a cloud of light cloth.

It was crazy how we'd done this a million times before, but right now I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The effect this man still had on me was an intense one. "Where's your white lingerie?" He cut into my thoughts and made me smirk.

"I couldn't wear a bra with my dress. Are you complaining?"

He gave me his sexiest grin and slid his hands along the curve of my body and up to my breasts, cupping them while my nipples hardened under his touch. I resisted the urge to moan or beg, keeping my eyes on him instead as he shook his head, "No."

I let out a breath, my hands itching to undress him and get him naked. I was desperate to have him inside of me. "Wait until you see what I do have on under my dress..." I trailed off, loving lingerie but never finding a garter belt and all the works to be practical, not when I had a sexy man who ripped all of my panties.

Seb let out another quiet chuckle, "Knowing you? There's probably nothing under your dress."

"You asked for something to rip off of me instead," I pointed out, such a stubborn human but always willing to please Seb. I had no doubts that I'd make a good wife. Maybe there was nothing traditional about us, but I loved him with all of my heart and that was all it took.

" I' m surprised you decided to listen to me," He smirked, mostly teasing me since I always did. I was stubborn yes, but I always put Seb first. When I rolled my eyes just a little he moved his hands away from my breasts regretfully and let them slide down until they found the cloth of my dress, exactly where the zipper was. Excitement was killing me. He was like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to unwrap what he knew was the best present he could ever get. "I wonder what's underneath..." He trailed off, breathing against my neck.

My fingers tangled in his hair as a shiver ran through my body, "Can't you guess?" 

He let his hand finish what he had started before, tugging the zipper all the way down and letting his fingers explore me before his eyes could. They found the lace first and then my ass, moving a little lower to the garters caging my upper thighs. He groaned for real, it coming out deep from his chest and being the sexiest sound I had ever heard. "God babe," He muttered unintelligently and pulled his head back as the dress fell on the ground, pooling around my ankles. 

"Do you like it?" I asked as I bit down on my lip, knowing the answer already.

He moved his gaze up and down my body again and again and again, making me feel like a goddess. "I love it," He answered seriously, hypnotized by me and staring into my eyes as he shrugged his jacket off. "You're a dream," He added as he reached for me, cupping my ass and kissing me hard.

I kept my lips on his, not wanting to break the kiss but reaching for his belt and unbuckling it. I slid it through the loops on his pants and discarded it behind me, pulling my head back an inch and then moving my lips down his neck while my fingers started at the top of his shirt and unbuttoned the buttons one at a time, my lips moving down every inch of his exposed skin as I went. "I feel like I'm dreaming right now," I admitted in a whisper, my hands practically shaking even though I had undressed him literally one million times before, if not more. I paused once I reached his pants and slid my hand down to the erection forming inside instead, rubbing my palm flat against it and making him groan. 

He reached for my chin and tilted my head back up to his, his eyes darker than earlier, almost black. His intentions with me weren't pure, but mine weren't either. "What am I going to do with you?" He said, almost groaning his words while my hand kept rubbing him. 

"I'm curious about that too..." I trailed off and smirked, finally unzipping his pants and pushing them down. My hands moved back to his chest and I leaned into him, kissing him chastely and then breaking the kiss to slide my body down his, fingers lightly skimming his hard chest while I got onto my knees and pushed his briefs down. His dick sprung to life while I situated myself on the material of my dress, my tongue not wasting another second and running from the base of his dick to the tip. I sucked on the head for a second, moaning for how turned on I was while I pumped him in my palm. Taking a deep breath, I moved my lips down to his balls, licking and sucking them while my hand jacked him off. 

"God babe," He choked out as he looked down at me, looking like he might lose it at any moment. Instead he cupped the back of my head as he forced me to pull back gently, "You're going to kill me." He added, groaning again but this time for the lack of contact between us. I smirked as I shot him a meaningful look, a naughty one too, and got up on my feet again, running my hands up my body lazily and making his eyes follow them. "You should wear things like this more," He went on, reaching for me once again as his hands grabbed my hips and his chest pressed against my back while another groan escaped him when his dick landed on my ass.

"Like this? You mean garters?" I asked my sexiest voice, arching my body and sticking my ass up to press it harder against his erection. I was more than aching, but when he would finally be inside of me? It was going to feel like heaven. 

"Yes," He answered shortly and let his hand drop on my thighs then ran up, behaving instead of teasing me with his dick, which is what I was hoping for. Once his fingers met the straps that held my stockings in place, he took a step back to take me in once again, lifting one strap and letting it go a second later, an exquisite sound breaking the silence as it landed back on my skin.

"Ouch!" I protested as I tossed my head over my shoulder, looking at him and shooting him a naughty look. I liked it and I knew that he liked it even more. My ass was his biggest weakness and I used it to my advantage. "More," I added, my hands setting on the closest flat surface as I bent over just so slightly.

"Such a naughty wife," He grinned wider at me, repeating the motion on the other leg before he slid his hand down my stomach and straight into my lacy thong. His fingers found my clit, my wetness, just like his mouth found my ass and he bit my cheek as gently as he could. I saw stars. Literally. "I'm dying to be inside of you," He muttered, his impatience driving me insane. 

I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to breath regularly, my impatience matching his as he caught my clit between the knuckles of his index and middle fingers, squeezing it and making a loud moan escape me. "Why aren't you?" I asked all breathy, bowing my head in front of me and pressing my ass even harder up against him. I don't know if it was possible, but he felt harder than before... only making me feel harder up for having him. 

"I'm waiting for you to ache for me," He replied, scraping his teeth against my shoulder blade. He had to be fucking with me because I was aching for him hours ago and he knew it. 

I parted my lips and sighed when two of his fingers sunk into me then pulled out quickly, moving back to my clit which was throbbing. "I need you," I tilted my head to the opposite side of where his lips were, giving him all the access he needed. Reaching for his head, I tangled my fingers in his hair, making a fist while he sucked and nipped at my neck. "Oh my god Seb... you're killing me," I whispered with my eyes closed. 

"Should I stop?" He moved his lips all the way up my neck to stop at the tender place behind my ear, teasing me more with his mouth. 

I waited a moment for him to stop before I tilted my head back to meet his gaze, a smirk playing on my lips, "You couldn't stop even if you wanted to."

"I don't want to anyway," He grinned as he stared at me, for a moment neither of us moving but just getting lost into the others gaze.

My lips curved upwards further as my smirk got bigger, my hand sliding down slowly on his nape, "Why's that?" 

"Because my girl is the sexiest on earth and no one ever got me so hard and turned on in my whole life," He said and pushed his hips against me further, a groan escaping his throat almost automatically. I could really get used to those compliments. I more than earned them. 

My smirk stayed in place and my fingers tugged at his hair gently, "Who?"

"My girl," He said, getting another tug because of his teasing. He knew exactly what I wanted to hear. "My wife," He tried again, the word coming out of his mouth in a low tone and when my expression changed he pressed his lips hard against mine as his hands moved quickly to rip my panties. The snapping sound made me pull my head back just so slightly, our eyes meeting once again, "I need to be inside of you," He added in a groan, his palm running flat up my chest to cup my breast and his other hand positioning his dick at my entrance as he growled this time when he felt how wet I was. 

"More please," I bit back a grin and leaned over more to raise my ass in the air, wanting him to have a view he couldn't resist.

He slid his palm flat over my ass before slapping it firmly, my nipples hardening even more if possible. "What did you say?" He asked, knowing what I said but wanting to hear the magic word once more.

"Please Seb..." I trailed off, gasping loudly when he pushed all the way inside of me, torturously slow.

He groaned and pulled back to repeat the motion, over and over again, not picking up the pace but keeping me shaking in anticipation for more. I tightened around him and moaned when he groaned louder, dropping his hand down to my clit to rub it in the same slow motion. "Are you happy?" He pressed his lips against the side of my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"I've never been happier," I admitted and closed my eyes, leaving my lips parted as moans escaped me.

He sucked in a breath, taking a moment to compose himself and gather his thoughts while I got lost in mind, lost in how amazing he felt inside of me. "Me neither," He muttered against my skin, his hips moving now at a steady pace as both of his hands moved back to my hips to grip them tightly.

My body responded to his like it always did, my back arching further and my own hands reaching behind me to grab his perfect booty. "I'll never get enough of you," I moaned softly, using a low voice that didn't even sound like myself. I was too focused on my husband and how good he was making me feel, nothing else really mattered to me right now.

He pulled away from my body just slightly and a loud groan escaped him a second later when I tightened around him. His fingers sunk into my soft skin, "I'll give you all you need." I parted my lips to respond when he pulled completely out of me, turning me in his arms and cupping my ass to pick me up and set me on what I believed was a table. He didn't lose a second longer and buried himself deep inside of me again, growling for how good and tight I felt while he finally looked me in the eye, "God babe."

"I know," I resisted the urge to throw my head back in ecstasy, instead keeping my eyes locked on Seb's. It really sunk in at that moment that this was our first time having sex as husband and wife and this was his way of making love to me instead of just fucking me. We weren't conventional, but he was always trying and he did it to make me happy. I reached for his hands which were now on my hips and weaved my fingers with his, guiding them behind my back and squeezing them unintentionally when I tightened around him. I wanted to make this moment last forever, but he was going to make me explode and soon. "I'm close..." I trailed off in a whisper. 

"Wait for me," He responded and lowered his head to kiss along my jaw, nipping at my skin before sucking on my neck. My entire body was on alert and I was tingling everywhere. 

"Oh my god," I closed my eyes as he worked his way down my neck, leaving his marks on me without a doubt. A loud moan escaped me and my body trembled when he lowered his head to take my breast in his mouth, my nipple caught between his teeth. I tightened around him again and again, my body and my mind no longer on the same page. He groaned and moved his mouth to trail kisses between my breasts, then taking the other in his mouth to give it the same treatment. "Seb..." I trailed off, biting down on my lip when his eyes flicked up to meet mine and I lost it, coming on the spot and coming hard. 

He pulled his head back to focus on my face twisted in pleasure but lost focus a second later, my pussy spasming around his dick and making him cum as hard as I was and good god, nothing had ever felt better in my life. Seb's hips kept moving as he suppressed a low growl by pressing his lips hard against mine, kissing me hungrily while my orgasm kept me high, it feeling neverending and just epic. "I love you," He muttered against my mouth once he found his voice again, still pumping mindlessly and slowly inside of me while we both recovered. 

I went limp in his hold, not moving an inch and just letting him take care of me. "I love you," I smiled big, genuinely, and stared into his gorgeous eyes. "What now?" I asked after maybe three seconds of silence, making him laugh softly.

"Always so impatient," He smiled back as he pulled out of me, slowly and regretfully, both of us letting out a groan when that connection between us was broken. "Now anything you want." 

I let out a content sigh, our hands untangling and mine moving on his body immediately. "I don't think I can think right now," I said seriously, making him laugh again for how silly I was. Although in all honesty, I was in such a sex fog, kind of just wanting to start round two right now. 

"I can give you a little time to recover," He kissed my forehead as he hugged me, hearing my stomach growling next and shooting me an amused look. "Or your body already took its decision."

"Maybe I'm a little hungry now," I said as I nuzzled my husbands neck before pulling back, my eyebrows furrowing. "I had gotten something to wear tonight, but I won't be able to," I added and even pouted a little.

He grinned at me, clearly up to something. "Whatever it is, it should be in the bedroom," He said without hiding his excitement, helping me down off the table and pulling back to kiss me one more time before letting me go. "Go get changed, I'll take care of our food." 

"I thought I'd be your dessert," I stopped in the hallway to toss my head over my shoulder, grinning at him because I could still see the desire in his eyes when he looked at me. We already had each other and it wasn't enough... We'd always want more.

He smirked at me and my heart skipped a bit, "My dessert, yes. I need to feed you first so you'll last all night."

I let out a soft laugh and disappeared into the bedroom, it was just as gorgeous as the rest of the house. It was dark outside now, nearly pitch black, but the room had the lights dimmed and there were flowers everywhere. I couldn't see our view yet since it was late, but I expected it to be stunning. Smiling to myself, I took off the garters and what else was remaining of my lingerie. The panties were shredded in the other room, but I wasn't worried, beside the bed was a suitcase for each of us. I popped mine open and widened my eyes at the clothes inside, toiletries, lingerie I had chosen last minute and e-mail to Erin. Basically she had collected everything on my wish list and more. I pulled out a lacy red set, wanting something not as pure as white and got dressed quickly, not wanting to keep my husband waiting a second longer. That and I missed him already. I missed his hands on me, his lips on mine. Running my hands through my hair, I checked my reflection in the mirror and smiled at the result. My hair was a mess, but I was glowing. I couldn't remember a time when I had ever been or looked so happy. 

The fridge doors closed and Seb stood a little straighter with a bottle of white wine in his hand, mumbling something under his breath when I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed the back of his neck. "Will you cook for me?" I asked, smiling wide when he looked at me. I didn't realize before, but I was starving. 

"Do you want to get sick?"

I grinned and shook my head, "You underrate yourself."

He turned around, setting the bottle on the counter in the process, "Never. My babe says I'm cocky instead." He grinned back at me, knowing that he wasn't an awful cook, but I did do most of the cooking in our house. His talents lie elsewhere and I wasn't complaining. 

"True," I agreed as I kept my smirk in place.

He took a step back as he let his eyes take in my body which was now wrapped by a white silk kimono, it being short enough to show my long legs. "Damn, you're so hot," He said in a low voice, not resisting and using his index finger to hook the soft cloth as his eyes peeked into my neckline finding the red lace covering my breasts and leaving close to nothing to the imagination. "Fuck babe you want me dead," He groaned and for a moment I thought he might skip the food in favor of undressing me again. 

I parted my lips, but before I could say anything we heard a knock on the door. "I suggest you to stay alive, I still have a lot to show you," I winked at him before pulling away, heading to the door while he followed behind me with the bottle of wine back in his hand. "There's no one," I pouted once I opened the door, eyeing the tray which had been left instead.

"Do you really think I would have let someone see you dressed like this?" He smirked at me, handing over the bottle then grabbing the tray, this time my turn to follow him as he walked back to the beach where a table had magically appeared.

"My husband is so possessive," I commented from behind Seb and then glanced at him once he stopped, setting the tray on the table which was set for two. I didn't think it was possible, but the man was full of surprises. No wonder he amazed me. "And he's also done a lot of planning behind my back," I added.

He smirked wider at my choice of words, "Are you starting complaining already?" He asked in a playful tone, watching me take a seat while he worked on opening our bottle of wine.

I shook my head and smiled, watching as he popped the cork and then poured us each a glass of my favorite champagne. "Never baby," I started and took the glass as he handed it to me. "I'm surprised... and I can't believe you did so much in so little time," I added after trailing off, wondering how he had done everything. He must've had some help, but every thought and idea was his own.

"Planning is what I do best," He winked at me while I leaned back in my seat, keeping my eyes on him and wishing that he didn't put a shirt on. My view was still perfect though, my husband was so handsome I could barely believe it. 

"Lies," I smirked at him, thinking of a million things he did amazingly. True planning would be at the top of the list, but it wasn't the most important. Holding my glass up and towards Seb, I smiled more genuinely at him again, "To us."

"The Pitts," He clinked his glass against mine while I let his words sink in. Aria Pitt. I loved the sound of it. 

We both took a long sip of the champagne and then set our glasses down, eyeing the trays once more. "So what are we eating?" I asked and let my eyes travel back up to Seb's. 

 

"Guess," He grinned at me, taking a seat as he waited a few seconds to give me time to think.

I faked a thoughtful expression, "I say meat because my man needs energy."

"I'm full of energy already," He said more seriously as he shot me a heated look before reaching for the lids and taking them off, the smell coming out making his stomach growl.

My eyes widened and I smiled, watching as Seb set the plates in front of us. "It's my favorite," I licked my lips, eyeing the filet mignon and mashed potatoes under my nose, his being the same but with cranberry sauce too. "You're spoiling me so much Seb." 

He grabbed his fork, impatient to eat at this point. "Don't get used to it," He joked, making me roll my eyes playfully as we both started eating.

"It's really good," I pointed out after swallowing the first bite, enjoying the food and wanting more and more. "You're crazy baby. I wouldn't have ever thought you could have done all this..." I trailed off, not trying to insult him but this was so out of character.

"I wouldn't have thought that either," He shrugged nonchalantly as if it was nothing, when we both knew it was a lot. He was a stubborn man who never changed his opinion, let alone change himself, for any reason. I was the exception though and loved the man he was becoming. "I guess your craziness was contagious and I didn't notice."

I let out a small laugh, sipping my champagne before speaking again, my eyes on his plate which was already half empty, "You'll still be hungry after this."

"I'll be fine. There's still the cake," He said quietly and noticed how my mouth dropped open in surprise, my expression making him smirk, "I know how much you like sweets, did you really think I would have denied you the chance of getting high on sugar on our wedding night?"

 

I let my lips curve into a grin, "You really did think of everything, didn't you?"

He shrugged nonchalantly once more, as if playing it off. He wasn't a modest man, but he was still unsure of how to properly take compliments. "I tried," He said simply.

"You're a natural instead," I said and grinned, knowing how he always argued back saying that he wasn't a natural but tried hard to please me instead. Maybe he believed that, but he had to know at this point that he was the only thing that really mattered to me in this world. "What kind of cake is it?" I said quickly before he had the chance to say anything, lifting my eyebrows as my grin widened. My cheeks were going to hurt by the end of our vacation.

"You'll find out soon enough," He responded and then took his last bite of food, his plate clear. I parted my lips but before saying a word, he was already leaving the room with his plate in his hand. I took a big bite, wanting to catch up to him. While chewing, I poured us another glass each and then took a sip after swallowing. Scraping the last of my potatoes, I ate that also, waiting quietly for Seb as I chewed. "Are you finished?" He asked, walking back into the room with his hands in his pockets.

I was tempted to ask where the cake was, but smiled instead and nodded my head. "I am," I replied, not sure how we had just eaten a meal so fast. It had to be the eagerness or maybe we simply were that hungry, possibly even a combination of the two. "Now what do you have planned?"

He laughed and reached for my hand, helping me onto both feet. "I'm afraid you're expecting too much from me now," He replied and tilted his head down to kiss me softly, a quiet moan escaping me since there wasn't any sweeter dessert than my husband.

"I'd be happy with just kissing you all night instead," I said honestly, being cheesy and not caring.

 

He smirked at my cheesy words, pulling his head back just enough to talk, "Just kissing me?" He asked and shook his head, knowing that we'd never stop at that but would always go further. "I doubt that."

My thoughts got naughtier and I bit down on my lip. "I didn't say where," I added in a whisper.

He laughed again, "That sounds more like my wife." He kept grinning at me, dropping a hand on my ass and squeezing it, "Go get the cake woman, it's in the fridge." He ordered and spanked me lazily.

"And you'll do nothing instead?" I retorted, more to be silly than anything, even shaking my head, "I'm warning you, I'm not the conventional wife."

"Thank god," He told me, reaching for my empty plate as I headed back inside before he caught up with me. He set the plate on top of his in the sink, next grabbing two more plates, a knife and two forks from the cupboard.

As I opened the fridge, a small squeal escaped me , "Oh my god! It's gorgeous! And it looks delicious too."

"It'd better be," He waited for me to take the cake out of the fridge before closing its door, following me outside on the beach again and grinning when he noticed how I couldn't keep away from our dessert. It was a small cake, since there was only two of us, but it still had three floors and decorations and everything. It was definitely a wedding cake, just a mini one.

As we seated again, I took the knife from his hand, glancing at him with a smirk on my lips. "Only a way to find out," I said as I cut two slices, licking my lips while my mouth practically watered. I craved sweets almost as bad as I craved Seb.... almost.  

He watched me take the first bite, a smirk forming on his lips because I was being silly as always. "So?" He asked and when I widened my eyes and nodded my head, my mouth still full but my expression saying a lot, he smiled more genuinely. "Good," He said quietly as he took an envelope from the pocket of his shorts and pushed it toward me. 

I reached for it and found a postcard first, one from Copenhagen which was supposed to be our last stop on the trip we took together ages ago. Really it was only a year, but it felt like an entire lifetime ago. The people we were then? We were more immature and afraid of admitting we were in love with each other after all that time. I was afraid for a long time that we'd never change and always have our past holding us back, but we were different people now and Seb kept proving that to me more and more every day. "Is this from your trip?" I asked quietly and my eyes flicked up to meet his, looking down before he could answer. I still felt bad for lying, for leaving the way I did, but I thought that trip was the end of us... Oh how times have really changed and for the best. 

"Yes," He replied while I kept staring at the postcard, lost in my own thoughts and memories. "There's more," He pointed out, hinting at the other papers behind it. I could feel them obviously,

I looked back at him and grinned, "Thank you, I didn't notice." I tucked the postcard behind the other papers and widened my eyes again, finding two plane tickets for the city that once we hadn't been able to visit together. The perfect gift since it proved we had grown up finally. "Oh my god!! Another honeymoon?" I kept grinning wide at him before jumping up and onto his lap, wrapping my arms around him with the tickets and postcard still in my hand.

He laughed and shook his head, wrapping his own arms around me while he leaned back in his chair, "No, just a vacation."

"In my head it'll be another honeymoon," I said stubbornly and tilted my head down to kiss him, realizing that sooner or later my lips would hurt from kissing him so much... It would be well worth it. "Thank you baby. I can't wait to go," I whispered against his lips and kissed him again, feeling so spoiled and loving it. I knew that it would probably be a long while before it'd happen again, so I was reveling in it and feeling like a queen. I had Seb, a beautiful cake, our next vacation lined up while we were still in paradise; life couldn't get any better. 

He wrapped his arms even tighter around me, holding me as close as possible as he kissed me back. "You're welcome," He said with his mouth still against mine, staring into my eyes and smiling himself since he was just as happy as I was. 

"When will we go?" I asked impatiently when I pulled my head back, so excited to have more time with Seb all to myself. Once we got back home he'd go into work mode, I already knew it and surprisingly, I was fine with that. I was ready to go back to work myself, having gotten a few roles I was genuinely interested in.  

"I have no idea," He said honestly as he smirked at me before reaching for his plate which was behind me, "Let me eat my cake now."

I bit down on my lip, watching him closely, "I don't believe you." I said in a silly voice, setting the tickets and the postcard on the table. "You always plan everything...look at what you've done in two days."

"That's why I'm tired and I need to get spoiled now," He said as he tried to keep a straight face, breaking into a grin a second later before he took a bite of the cake. 

I reached for a piece of cake and stuffed my mouth, still smiling with my lips closed. "I guess that'd be fair." I said eventually, licking the corner of her mouth. "What do you want exactly?"

He considered my question, tempted to start making a list but he knew better, "Just you."