Unchained Melody (Daniel Ricciardo)

Where to start

"I thought they would never leave." Daniel says, plastering a smile on his face as they stand on the porch waving at his parents who are driving away.
"Be happy they were here and that they love you so much. Not everybody is that lucky."

Daniel can feel himself turn red as he looks at the rear lights of his fathers Ford going down the driveway.
"Fuck, I'm sorry baby, I didn't think before I opened my big mouth."
He feels so insensitive, he didn't even think about Ayla not having her mother anymore and her father who treated her like trash.

"It's ok babe, I didn't mean to make you feel bad. You know I'm ok about it."
Ayla isn't lying. She has come to terms with her mother dying, yes she will always miss her, but she has been able to make peace with it.
As for her not having any contact with her father anymore, she has decided that if he wants to talk to her, he knows where to find her.

Her brother has her number, her father knows she is working for Christian and he has Christian's number. It's up to him now, but she will go to their house when they go to Zandvoort for the race to see in what shape it is now. According to John, their father has picked himself up from the floor and he is taking care of himself more now. He still doesn't socialize much, but he does come outside and goes grocery shopping for himself.

Still he mostly just orders food or eats a sandwich, but at least he eats.
It stings that he didn't bother to contact her since that day when they scattered Bianca's ashes on the beach, but it is what it is and she can't help the fact that he's a stubborn old fool.

"I know you're ok, but it was very inconsiderate of me. Of course I'm happy with my parents, I wouldn't want to miss them for the world. But I had other plans and I don't really think we need them for those plans." He smiles in a way that makes Ayla's legs shake.
She knows what he wants, she wants the exact same thing.

"Let's get inside then." She nods her head to the door and Daniel follows her back into the house.
His eyes are glued to her round ass that sways as she walks.
Something as simple as watching her walk causes all his blood to flow down towards his groin area.

His cock starts to twitch as it comes to life and she hasn't even done anything yet.

"You know, I really like this table. It looks strong." Ayla says as she lets her hand glide over the wooden surface of his dining table.
"Oh yeah it is very strong. Made out of a massive oak tree." He tells her.

It is a very big, sturdy table. It sits about eight to ten people and when he saw it he knew he wanted it.
The table is made out of one thick slice of an oak tree that came down after a storm. It's not perfectly straight, but that's what he loves about it. With the cast iron legs under it, the table is supposed to last a lifetime.

He hasn't tested it for anything other than having dinner on it, but the way Ayla's hand is going over the wooden surface, it seems that the table might get another purpose as well.

Ayla turns around and pushes Daniel with his bum against the edge of the table.
"I think the rest of the tour can wait."
Her eyes wander over his body, he's wearing a pair of black sweatpants and one of his Enchante t-shirts. They both wore comfortable clothes for the long flight, but Daniel's choice makes it very obvious that his cock is rapidly growing harder. In these sweats it has enough space to grow and Ayla can barely pull her eyes off the tenting fabric of his pants.

Daniel would love to rip the clothes off her body, but she seems to want to take the lead, so he will first wait to see what she does.