‘Oui,’ I said. ‘I want to try.’
And as Gabriel’s lips crashed onto mine, even if on paper what we were doing was supposed to be wrong, everything felt right.
I might regret agreeing to this in a week, but right now, this felt like the best decision I’d ever made.
32
LAILA
‘I should make us something to eat,’ Gabriel said as he stroked my cheek. We were in the huge bed in our villa, our legs and bodies tangled together.
It was now Monday and ever since we’d agreed to try and see where this went on Saturday night, we hadn’t left the villa.
We thought we’d have to leave yesterday because we’d eaten all of the food the hotel had kindly filled the fridge with and we’d used all the condoms we had, including the pack the hotel left inside the bedside drawer.
But when we called reception to ask where the nearest supermarket was, they told us that they had an app where we could order whatever we needed and get it delivered straight to our door.
The app had every food and drink option you could wish for as well as a more ‘intimate’ collection which included a condom and lube menu, plus a selection of sex toys and outfits, which made us chuckle.
There was no doubt about it. The Love Hotel really did think ofeverything.
So we’d ordered enough food for the next few days and some protection. We’d joked about getting some edible underwear or saucy outfits but agreed that’d just be an extra layer to remove and we were having enough fun without props. But never say never…
‘Not yet,’ I said, trailing my hand down his thick, muscular thighs, then dipping between them to grab his dick.
‘We have already fucked outside on the daybed, in the shower and in this bed only one hour ago and now you wantmore?’ He raised his eyebrow.
‘Oui, Monsieur,’ I said in my best French accent.
I could say I didn’t know what had come over me (pardon the pun), but I already knew the answer: Gabriel.
I’d never tried drugs and aside from that night in Paris, I rarely got drunk, but this man must be the definition of an addiction. I couldn’t get enough of him.
Don’t ask me how, but he knew exactly where and how to touch me to get me off. It was like he’d found a manual to my body and all of its erogenous zones and he’d not only studied it meticulously, he’d learnt it off by heart, taken the practical exam and been awarded ten out of ten. Zero notes.
When I first discovered Gabriel was my match, one of my many concerns was the age gap. But he’d handled my body better than men almost twice his age.
Whilst every other guy I’d slept with only cared about making themselves come, Gabriel’s sole pleasure was satisfying me.
He always made sure I came first and thanks to his talented tongue and cock, I’d experienced more orgasms given by someone else in the past forty-eight hours than I had in my whole adult life.
‘How can I refuse when you ask in French?’ Gabriel took another condom from the bedside table and dropped it on the bed. At this rate, we’d have to order another box.
‘Exactement,’ I said.
‘First I need to make sure you are ready for me.’ He slid his fingers between my legs. ‘You are already wet for me. I love it.’
‘Less talking and more fucking,’ I said, taking out the condom, sliding it down his hard length then pulling him on top of me.
‘Where did my sweet innocent Laila go?’ he grinned as he lined himself up at my entrance.
‘I left her in Paris,’ I said, ‘so you’d better take advantage whilst you can.’
Without saying another word, Gabriel thrust into me and we both groaned with pleasure.
God, this felt so good.
As we rocked together in perfect harmony, I gave myself a mental pat on the back. I was so glad that I’d decided to continue this.
