25• Let the leaves fall

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•Davina DeLuca•

"I'm excited to go to this beach," I said giggling but he wasn't so happy "why aren't you excited?"

"Because it's a nude beach where everyone will see the watermelons that belong to me," he groaned.

I laughed throwing my head back "No one can play with them but you."

A smirk appeared on his lips "Can I fuck you on this beach? Very discreetly; you know, classy as fuck kinda stuff," he scratched his right cheek looking at my boobs.

"But what if people notice?" My cheeks turned a deep shade of red "besides isn't it illegal?"

"Bunny, my job is not exactly the most constitutional one," he placed his right hand on my left thigh "forbidden is so much more fun."

The way he talks makes it hard for me to deny things to him "Okay but you have to do something in return," I have the perfect favor to ask him...well, not favor but you'll see!

"Anything for a fuck," he chuckled.

A grin formed on my lips "You have to bake a cake with me."

"What?!" He rapidly gazed at me "I suck at baking. We will burn the house down and it's a very nice house."

"A house you could rebuild without a problem," I said and he was speechless because I'm right; not that that is a valid point to put our lives at risk or burn down the house but I'm trying to make a deal here.

He groaned looking forward at the partition "Fine, whatever, we can bake if you want."

"Yay!" I clapped before pecking his cheek "I love you."

"I love you too," he grumbled.

Once we got to the beach, he carried me all the way from the car to a spot near shore where we fought about two minutes because he didn't want to put me down and I wanted to lay down our blanket. I won the fight. Finally, when the teal blankets with white tassels down the height side, was set down with the bags we brought we sat down.

I took off my white baggy linen dress that cinches my waist with a teal linen sash (it's not even from the dress but I bought it yesterday at a bazaar) that I'm now going to wear as a headband. Underneath I'm wearing a textured yellow bikini and for shoes just a pair of yellow Birkenstock sandals.

"Those sandals are so fucking ugly," he said pointing at my shoes.

I gasped "You have many pairs!"

"You gotta love ugly things sometimes," he chuckled gazing at me "they're funny. Also, you can make anything look pretty."

I hate blushing because I do it so easily; he just glances at me with a smile and my cheeks become the sun's surface. I've been learning a lot about space lately because Diavolo enjoys looking at the stars every night while we eat some ice cream or drink a refreshing smoothie.

"Well, are we gonna get down and dirty or what?" I asked looking in my bag for my sunglasses "god fu—Ahh!" I screamed as he pulled me on top of him by my waist.

"How many PornHub videos did you watch this morning?" He raised an eyebrow looking into my eyes.

"Why do you ask such random questions?" My arms looped around his neck "my handsome stud; I love you."

"Because I would like to know why you were moaning in the bathtub," he kept a straight face.

There's no running away from this "Just a couple..." there go my blushed cheeks again "I have to practice; one day you might be at work and I will be very horny and now I'm pregnant it's worse..."

"Then we will get you some toys," he said softly making my heart melt; he makes me feel confident where most people will feel beyond embarrassed which is a great trait in a hubby.


•Diavolo DeLuca•

"Just keep moving, bunny," I whispered with a smirk as my eyes debated between looking into her eyes or at her parted lips.

A soft whimper left her mouth along with heavy breathing as she placed her hands against my pecs trying to push me away which is what she does when the pleasure becomes unbearable "What will happen if I moan?" her voice trembled and it was absolutely delicious.

"No more sex until we go back home," I told moving my hands from the sides of her thighs to her ass; she seemed really upset by my declaration. Her pout was on and so were the puppy eyes but I have to be strong.

"But you love fucking me," her nails scratched my chest.

A smirk appeared on my lips "Daddy loves fucking you, baby girl."

"No," a whimper left her mouth "you know that won't help."

"I'm not trying to help," my hands helped moved her faster.

My wife wrapped her arms around my neck and placed her lustful mouth against my right ear "I fucking hate you..." she moaned out.

Sex on the beach is no longer just a cocktail for me ladies, gents and non-binary people!

No one fucking noticed because Davina was such a good girl keeping her moans quiet while looking into my eyes; fuck it was so hot. Her hips were moving so slowly I wanted to keep on going for the rest of the day but we have to bake a fucking cake.

"That was the best sex of my life, bunny," I said as soon as the partition of the car was up (there's not usually one but we are in our honeymoon; we will have spontaneous sex on the car at some point and I can't have any of my guys looking at Davina's perfect ass or– I was going to say they shouldn't be listening to her moans but they do that. She's been slowly evolving into a screamer).

My wife looked at me confused "Are you serious?"

"Yes," I leaned my head on her head and let out a deep sigh, "I think I might be too tired to bake now."

"Handsome!" she whimpered "you promised! A deal is a deal!"

"Fine," my left hand found its way to her right breast.

Everything we might need is at home and if there isn't, I'll send someone to get it. Before getting into the kitchen, we took a shower and Davina performed a glorious handjob; I'm so tired, I don't know how I'm going to bake with her now!

We changed into our PJs and finally found ourselves in the battlefield "Cinnamon rolls should be fun," she searched for a recipe on YouTube and watched the video three times before we actually started.

This was a fucking mess; we added salt into a mixture that of yeast and milk to which we should've added granulated sugar, Davina had a little breakdown which concerned me. It's going to be really tough to get her out of that mental space where she thinks she's of no use or that nobody loves her...to be honest frustration does take over me sometimes because how could she think I don't love her. Going back to the baking part, she had fun using the mixer and finally, it was time for a small rest while we let the dough rest for fifteen minutes.

"This is harder than I expected," she leaned against me.

"I'll give you a massage before going to sleep," I pecked the top of her head.

Davina pulled away depriving me of her soft warmth "What do we need for the cinnamon sugar filling?"

"I don't know, bunny. Sugar? Cinnamon? Cinnamon sugar?" I chuckled looking down at her.

"Read it to me," she said going into the pantry.

"Ugh, fine," I picked up my phone from the counter "light brown sugar, ground cinnamon and unsalted butter! How did you find this man?" I raised an eyebrow looking at the curly-haired man on screen who seems nice but if my wife likes him then he is the enemy "hey, bunny–"

"What is this?" Davina came out of the pantry with a black folder in her hands.

"That," I approached her and stood behind her to read the papers "well," my heart sank to my stomach "these are some job papers I was trying to hide from you since I'm not supposed to be working in our honeymoon," my hands tried taking the folder away from her but she quickly moved, going towards the living room "bunny, give me that. You don't need to–"

"These are my parents' names," her eyes immediately met mine "why are my parents' names on this file?" she truly seemed confused but scared at the same time.

My left hand immediately went for scratching the back of my neck "Well, I was just doi–"

"Are they alive?" she asked closing the folder and pressing it against her chest.

Here is where I find myself between two paths; one could go wrong and the other one even worse "Davina we can talk about it another time, now we have to go make your cinnamon–"

"I don't care about the stupid cinnamon rolls!" she shouted furiously then the cloud of insecurity and abuse that surrounded her the day we met, shaded her face "please..." her sight was down.

"It's not important, bunny," Elias is so fucking dead for leaving that file just laying around!

For about ten seconds she was silent then she made a run for it; I tried catching up with her but she made it into one of the guest rooms where she locked herself. There are keys and I have them but she needs to know.

Hours went by of me sitting on the floor, waiting for her to come out; yes I was worried but I could hear her reading out loud from time to time and I could also hear her crying...then it all stopped at once, footsteps approached the door so I got up.

The door swung open uncovering a Davina that hurt seeing; her eyes were bloodshot, her legs seemed to wobble and her voice was really faint "There are big words I don't understand..." my wife sniffled making my heart wrench "here," she handed me the folder which I grabbed and threw away before I tried hugging her which she rejected by taking a step back "please don't, I want to be alone."

A frown appeared upon my face "Bunny, I didn't tell you because I knew it would trigger–"

"I'm not mad," she glanced at me, for a moment our eyes connected "a big part of me justified them never coming for me because they were probably dead, in a casket with a tombstone that read 'unknown' on it but no," tears ran down her cheeks "I don't understand..."

"Bunny–"

My wife looked at me; all that progress she had made was gone "I would like to be alone...can I be alone?" she swallowed her sobs.

"Yes, bunny," I nodded trying to keep my real thoughts to myself "I'll be right here if you need anything at you."

Davina slowly closed the door so I sat back down on the floor where I'll wait for her until she's ready.

I know it took me so long and I'm really so very sorry. This one was a hard one to write because I always get sort of stuck in this part of my stories where I have to decide how to handle the plot twist. Just know I'll try to update as quickly as possible but I would rather give you quality over quantity.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter.
-M
Thanks for the patience <3

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