She was right. The sea stretched as far as the eye could see and as it was almost sunset, the sky was a beautiful blend of vibrant orange, yellow, pink and red.
Laila took her phone out and started snapping photos.
‘It’s beautiful! Just like that amazing place that you took me for lunch.’
Because I knew that Laila was a fan ofEmily in Paris, I had taken her to the Clover Gordes restaurant that was featured in the show, which had breathtaking views of the stunning Luberon Valley and its rolling hills.
‘Let’s take a selfie,’ she suggested.
‘Only if you let me kiss you whilst we’re doing it,’ I said.
‘Oh, what a hardship!’ Laila laughed.
I stood beside her, then cupped her face with one hand, then took her phone with the other and snapped photos of us kissing with the beautiful views in the background, then slid her phone in my pocket so that I could wrap both my arms around her.
Once we’d finished, I sat on the car bonnet and patted my lap for her to sit on me.
‘Are you sure we’re allowed to?’ Laila asked. ‘I don’t want to dent it.’
‘Relax. The car will be fine and this will give you the best view.’
‘Okay.’
I loved how caring Laila was. When she saw the Ferrari, her first thought was not about herself and how much she would enjoy being driven in a luxury sports car. Instead, she was concerned about whether I had overstretched my finances by hiring it. And now she was worried that we might damage it.
I wanted to tell her that the reason we did not have to worry about the car was because I owned it. When I got my payout, it was one of the first things I had bought.
Like many children, I had always dreamt of owning a sports car, so when I had the money to make that a reality, I thought, why not?
Over the weekend, I had made arrangements for the car to be dropped off to the hotel ready for Laila’s birthday celebrations. Although she said that she would be happy just sitting with sandwiches on a beach, I wanted to do more than that. I wanted to give her the world.
Laila climbed onto my lap andMon Dieu.The feel of her on top of me sent a jolt of electricity straight to my dick.
‘Oooh,hello…’ Laila laughed. ‘Someone’s happy!’
‘I am only human. You are a very sexy woman. And this dress on you is… I am having very bad thoughts about what I would like to do to you.’
‘Oh, yeah? What are you thinking?’ She tilted her head and licked her lips.
‘That I would like to push it up around your waist and fuck you on this car bonnet.’
A devilish smile spread across Laila’s face.
‘Really?’
‘Oui.’
‘That’d be an amazing way to see off my birthday with a bang!’
‘So?’ I peppered kisses over Laila’s neck and she let out a soft moan. ‘What do you think? This is a very remote area, so no one will see us here.’
‘Okay!’ she said. ‘But quickly, before I change my mind and start overthinking.’
I continued kissing her neck, then my hands trailed down her thighs until I reached the bottom of her dress. Gripping the fabric, I hitched it up around her waist.
‘Open your legs,’ I commanded and she did as I asked. I pushed her panties to the side, then slid my fingers between her thighs. ‘You are already so wet for me. Tell me how you want me to make you come first. With my fingers, my mouth or my dick. You choose.’
‘First with your mouth,’ Laila panted. ‘Then with your dick.’
