I had seen pictures of her. Stories after stories about how stunning she was, how captivating and how her smile could blind a man. My mother would speak so highly of her one would think this girl who was seventeen years old was made of beauty. Not just ordinary beauty you see on a daily basis, either, but the kind that was timeless.

The kind where a mere glance would change a man.

A sight that would forever be remembered by any man. 

The kind that could be engraved on his soul.

The kind men would go through Heaven and Hell to acquire.

I had thought my mother was full of rubbish until I finally saw her for the first time. 

It was the beginning of summer, and the whole manor was in a rambunctious uproar due to what Mrs. Watson had planned for the season. Parties—tea, garden, white balls for charity, all the sort the wealthy upper class liked to grace themselves with. Technically, anything that had to deal with air kisses was on the summer roster.

My mother worked part-time as a housemaid, my father was the estate gardener, and I was their only child. My parents had given up on trying to have one when they couldn’t conceive during her prime child bearing years. Therefore, I came as a bit of a surprise when my mother became pregnant a year short of forty.

Though I had come a bit late for their prime years, my parents never lacked in showering me with love and attention. My father taught me everything he could, which was his love for gardening. I wasn’t impassioned by the technicality of how to make the quality cut of a rose or how to make sure the newly planted seeds needed this amount of water or how much sunshine it ought to get. However, I appreciated his effort, and that one particular summer, I decided to come and help him with work in lieu of a summer job.

I was in dire need to save up to go with my friends in August to embark on our holiday trip to Ibiza where we could party all night long. At the age of seventeen, all I could think of were women, an endless supply of lager, and partying. The same went for my friends Felix, Tom and Benjamin.

My plan was solid, and I knew nothing would come in between it until that night—the night where I found her in the garden, strolling about and looking like a vision.

It was a balmy, summer night, and I had just gotten back from the pub after drowning myself in pints and in between Holly’s thighs in the back of the pub. The estate garden was massive, and half past midnight, I decided to walk across it as I headed towards the cottage my family was staying in a mile south from the gardens.

My mother had specifically ordered me not to head this way after six in the evening, because there was a fancy party arranged. Since it was already late, I was quite certain the party had ended. It usually did around midnight or so, and the cleaning crew would take over right after.

In the middle of the estate there rested a decent-sized lake with swans. Just like any typical English garden, it was surrounded with blooming flowers, bushes and trees with fresh fruits, especially berries. The air around this part was headily intoxicated with their aromas. The sweet air usually cleared my head, yet tonight, I somehow felt restless.

I first spotted her from afar, donning a silky white gown that hugged her body. She had her stilettos in her one hand while the other held on to the length of her gown. She tiptoed as she headed towards the lake, her long, inky dark hair flowing with a small diamante barrette on the side of her head.

The first thought that occurred to me was Angel. She looked like she had been brought down from the Heavens above. It felt like a dream, and I was witnessing something exceptionally beautiful. I had heard my friends chatting about how beautiful a woman was, that their hearts would stop and flutter, and I had thought then that they were full of rubbish. Then I had felt it for the first time that night.

Struck by her beguiling beauty, I was caught unaware, slowly striding towards her without realizing it until she looked up and gazed at me, smiling.

“Reiss,” she uttered my name as if she and I knew each other. Although, apart from tonight, I hadn’t seen her. “It’s me, Ava.”

Nervously, I nodded my head. “How’d you know my name?” I asked dumbly as my eyes soaked further into her, hopelessly mesmerized.

Her eyes sparkled before she directed me a knowing grin that fired up my spent cock. “I’ve seen you around. Though, most of the time, you tend to be busy with a bed of roses or trimming bushes.”

“I like to concentrate while I’m working.” How idiotic did I sound? Here I was, basked in the moonlight, standing with the most breathtakingly gorgeous woman I had set my eyes upon, and I, Reiss Chambers, couldn’t possibly sound duller than if I were a flock of sea gulls.

“I know.” She shrugged. “I’ve been watching you a lot.”

No bloody way. I attempted to contain my excitement as I slowly gained my usual confidence with women. I didn’t try much when it came to women since they tended to make it easy for me by approaching me first. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the hunt and chasing after a worthy woman.

“And what have you seen thus far?” My blood hummed as I inched closer to where she was standing.

“You tend to take off your shirt mid-day.” She blushed without looking away from me. “You like to sweat, and I wish I could savor the saltiness of it on my tongue.”

I was most definitely tongue-tied. As much as I wanted to ask her what she was waiting for, acting upon my urges would get me in trouble. Not only that, it would almost certainly put my parents’ livelihoods at risk, as well. I knew it was safer to back away and continue my walk home.

“It’s getting really late, princess. I should head home. Goodnight, Miss Ava.”

Starting to move away, I was about to spin on my heels to retrace the route I had left before when I heard her say, “Wait! I’m not done with you yet.”

“Yes?”

“Come here before me, Reiss.” Her eyes glinted as she ordered me about. I did as she asked. “I need you to take off your shirt,” she saucily demanded as I stared holes into her.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate. Your mother, Mrs. Watson—” I argued, but she cut me off with a snap of her fingers.

“I’m your boss, too, and I’m ordering you to take your shirt off,” she challenged me as our eyes battled.

The snotty attitude usually turned me off, but there was something about her that made me lose my common sense. Her unchallenging gaze somehow made me gather the ends of my shirt, taking it off just as she had commanded. Holding my shirt in my hand, I glanced down at the bossy princess, wondering what she would do next.

Her eyes marveled on my upper body before she reached out to trace the rigid muscles of my abdomen.

“God … I can’t believe you’re real …” Her eyes were dazed as her hands wandered about on my skin, feeling whatever she could. “You’re perfection, Reiss.”

Her close inspection had lit my body with anticipation. As much as I wanted to argue that this could get me in trouble, I couldn’t deny the amazing feel of her hands all over me. There was something about her I wanted to please, and my heart had soared when she had said I was perfect in her eyes.

“Touch me,” she whispered before guiding my hand between her legs, nestling in the heat of her womanhood. “Make me feel good.”

“Ava …” Reluctantly, my hands cupped her heat before I heard her moan my name. There was nothing sexier than the sound of my name being said in such an erotic way—the way she did it.

Focusing on her face, my fingers rubbed against the fabric of her underwear, feeling it soak with her juices.

She groaned, hands clinging on to me. “I want to feel your fingers … please,” she begged with a sob. “Show me how good you can make me feel.”

I did as she requested, my fingers delving into her hot folds, aiming to seek her sweet spot that would grant her wishes to fruition.

Seconds stretched into minutes as I probed into her, basking in her moans and her scent that filled my nostrils, thinking then that it was the most sensual aroma I had ever smelt on a girl before. She smelled like roses—subtle and seductive, just like her.

My mind drew blank as I focused on her and what she wanted from me. It was as if I was her slave with no will of my own. Had she wanted more from me, I decided then I wouldn’t dare protest. Anything she’d ask, I’d give. However, I knew, deep down, I shouldn’t let my fascination guide me, because it was only a matter of time until we got caught.

I wanted her. I craved to taste her … feel her. Yet I knew I shouldn’t. She was forbidden and should remain untouched beyond this night.

After I accomplished giving her an orgasm, I gradually pulled my fingers away, fighting the urge to lick the wetness that soaked my skin. She had her eyes closed, lips spread wide, grinning from ear to ear, as if she’d had the most enjoyable experience.

“That was marvelous, Reiss,” she dreamily sighed. “Meet me again tomorrow night at this very spot?”

Holly and I had something planned tomorrow night, and I wasn’t sure what time we’d be done. “I’ll try. You see, I’ve already made plans.”

“Do try, Reiss.” She straightened her dress before she faced me, looking more beautiful than a second ago. “Thank you.” She tiptoed to reach my lips, granting me a soft brush of a kiss before leaning towards my ear. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night.”

Without a backward glance, she left me alone in the darkness of the night, watching after her, still unsure what had occurred. My cock ached after servicing her, and even though I had been pleasured by Holly’s willing body earlier on, I found myself needing to wank off, thinking of only one thing.

Ava.

Consequently, I marched into the cottage and to my bedroom with that one purpose in mind. Dreaming of the angel who teased me to no end, I stroked my shaft, needing to release the blasted frustration she had imbedded in my cock after I had felt her wet pussy coming all over my hand.

I didn’t sleep until my cock tired off and the sun was cresting for dawn.

I was spellbound to the person I couldn’t have. How tragic is that? I thought fleetingly as sleep finally conquered me.