The DILF (Sebastian Vettel)

26. Aruba!

Finally, twenty two hours after leaving their wedding reception Seb and Savannah arrived at their honeymoon villa in Aruba. It had been a long journey, with a longer layover in Amsterdam than what had been expected and both of them were totally exhausted. It was just after 6pm when they arrived and it was already beginning to get dark.

After paying the driver Seb and Savannah got their cases out of the boot and made their way through the iron gateway and up the path to the villa.
They'd already collected the keys at the airport so were able to let themselves straight in.

Savannah couldn't remember ever feeling as tired as she did at that moment. She'd tried to sleep on the aeroplane but there had been a family with a screaming baby and a hyperactive toddler that had made it virtually impossible.

They quick familiarised themselves with the layout of the villa, choosing the larger of the two bedrooms, mainly because it had a balcony that overlooked the ocean.

"Did I tell you that's our own private beach?" Seb asked, with a grin on his face, pointing down. Savannah smiled wearily.

"Only about ten times." Seb slid his arms around her waist from behind and began kissing her neck. This was the first time they had been alone since before she'd left home to go to the hotel, the first time since he'd admitted his true feelings for her to himself.

"Are you hungry? I paid extra for the owner to stock the fridge up for us. I can see what I can rustle up."

"All I want is to sleep," Savannah confessed. The truth was that was all Seb wanted at that moment too.

"If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do. Come on. Let's get ready." He released her and went over to his suitcase.  He opened it and rummaged around until he found his wash bag.   He pulled off his hoodie and began unbuttoning his shirt. 

Savannah sat down on the bed and watched her husband peel his shirt off.   Damn, his body was bloody gorgeous.   He hadn't even started training properly again yet.  How sexy would he look when he was back at his fittest?

Seb noticed her looking and grinned.  "Enjoying the view?" he asked her.  She laughed and blushed a little.  "Feel free to touch whenever you want."

He undid his belt and his trousers, stripping them off so he was stood only in his tight black boxer briefs.  He glanced at Savannah again, she was trying so hard not to look at him.  

"I'm just going to have a quick shower," he said, grabbing a clean pair of boxers out of his case. 

He went into the bathroom, leaving the door unlocked in the hope that maybe Savannah would want to join him.  

Once Seb had disappeared Savannah jumped up and went to her suitcase.  She pulled out the sexy see through black negligee that she had bought especially for their honeymoon.   She also picked up the tiny black lace thong that went with it.  

She felt nauseous.   Seb would see her scars for sure.  Who was she kidding? She couldn't wear it! She stuffed it back into the suitcase and pulled out her shortie pyjamas.  She quickly changed into them.   She couldn't do this. She couldn't let him see her naked.  He wouldn't desire her anymore. 

She picked her phone up and quickly sent a message to Daisy, Maddy, her parents, Seb's parents and her grandparents informing them that they had arrived safe at the villa. 

Then she climbed onto the bed, relaxed back against the pillows and waited for Seb to come back.   She really hoped he wasn't going to try anything tonight.  It wasn't that she didn't want to, she was just so very tired.