The weight of the shopping bags in his hands was heavy, considering that he was carrying five in each hand from the black string of the bags. But David didn't care, not when you were happy to buy clothes here in Monaco, the luxury place you always wanted to visit. His wife, he would always give her everything.

David had decided on this trip in secret. One month ago you were already newlyweds so he prepared this honeymoon to this splendid and beautiful place. David could afford it. He had more than enough money and what better way to please his wife and make her happy?

David looked at you with a smile as you pulled out the keys to the huge luxury house overlooking the sea. It was a private property, perfect for honeymoons, which is why he chose it.

The orange light of the sunset came through the windows and transparent curtains. There was a circular table for four, with kitchens open to the dining room. A bedroom and bathroom and, of course, a direct exit to the private beach just for you two.

He left the bags in the room, resting them on the varnished wooden floor. He took off his vest and hung it properly on the desk chair, rolled up his sleeves a little and returned to the dining room where you calmly watched the sunset. David licked his lips softly and smiled, grabbing the bag he had hidden behind a piece of furniture and approaching you from behind.

He put the bag down for a moment and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on his beautiful wife's shoulder. He kept his soft touch around your waist, he had always been that way—a gentle and caring man.

"I have a surprise for you. You know I can't resist giving you nice details," he said into your ear, his warm, minty breath hitting your skin, giving you chills.

David gently turned you around and with a smile guided you to the couch, sat you down and grabbed the bag, handing it to you before sitting down next to you as well.

He looked at you with pure love as you pulled out the first gift—a scented candle that smelled like coffee. You sniffed it and David laughed softly.

"Yeah, well, maybe I picked it because I like coffee...but I hope you like it anyway, baby."

You pulled out another gift—an album. David settled further on the couch and watched as you opened it. It was a photo album of you and the two of you at important, spontaneous moments, on dates, your wedding, quiet moments at home and in bed, traveling and more. David saw how you looked at him with emotion in your eyes, wanting to cry.

David melted at the sight of your face like that and cupped your cheek with his hand, wiping away a happy tear that had fallen from your cheek. "Hey, it's okay, yes? I knew you were going to be emotional. It's really cute, I enjoyed putting it together."

David gently grabbed your waist and lifted you onto his lap and buried his mouth in your neck, giving you a soft kiss before whispering.

"Come on, there's just one more gift left and then we'll go to the beach, wherever you want."

He watched as you pulled out the last gift—lingerie, red, that would look amazing on you.

A laugh rumbled in his chest as he said, "Well, what about that...you can wear it tonight, you know, when we're in bed," he ran his hands lightly up your clothed thighs. "and when I can finally fuck you as my wife, my beautiful wife"