In the moonlight, I see my savior’s face contorted with anger.
“Gavin!” I shout with joy.
Gavin punches his fist on Louis over and over until he begs him to stop. “Please, sir. I’m sorry.”
“You should apologize to her, not me.”
“I’m sorry, Ivy,” he says to me while doubling over with pain.
Gavin hugs me and strokes my back, “Are you all right, sweetheart?”
Tears pour out of my eyes as I speak. “I’m okay. Thanks for saving me.”
Gavin wraps his arm on my shoulders and walks me to my room.
As soon as he closes the door behind us, he pulls me to him. Gazing into my eyes, he wipes the tears off my face with his thumb, and then he kisses me.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have left you with the jerk. I thought you were just practicing French.”
“Me too. He probably had a drink too many.”
I hold him tightly, not wanting him to leave me.
“Please stay with me,” I whisper. “I need you here.”
“I don’t plan to leave you,” he says, smoothing my hair for me, and then he bends to kiss me.
His lips brush against mine gently, and his hands caress me. I coo under his touch. Our kiss deepens, and pleasure waves ripple through me. My thighs tingle, compelling me to tilt my pelvis up to meet his hard muscle, to feel how much he wants me. My center is hot and moist. I’ve wanted this man before I know what sex is, and I’ve fantasized him. I want to give myself to him, I want him to be my first, and I want to be his.
Gavin groans, showing how much I’m affecting him, and it flatters me. I never thought he would reciprocate my feeling for him one day. Ever since I was a child, I enjoyed being with him. I guess I was glad to see him because my parents would find an excuse to leave the restaurant and go out to have fun when he visited. It was before Gavin met Diana. More than once, when the four of us went out, people mistook him for my dad because I was sitting on Gavin’s shoulders. If I had my eye on something in a shop, say, an ice cream cone, Gavin would reach for the wallet before my dad did.
After he purchased the vineyard, I saw him less, but my mom’s illness brought us closer again. Although he was always busy, he made sure he would spend time with me when he was back in the city. I knew Diana wasn’t happy about it, and I felt guilty sometimes when she called Gavin and demanded he went home.
When I decided to go to Oregon for college, my dad was against it, and I was torn. My mom had passed away, and dad needed me close by. But I also wanted to stop hiding under his wings. Gavin told me to do what I thought was good for me, that although I cared about my dad, it was time I grew up, be independent, too.
My feelings for Gavin started as gratitude. He treated me not as a child but as an adult, while my dad would never see me as a grownup. Although I didn’t see him much in the next four years, I never forgot him. He always occupied an important place in my heart. And now, this business trip made my dream come true. Oh God! I’m so glad I accepted his invitation.
Our tongues still tangled, Gavin’s hand slips under my shirt and travels up. He unhooks my bra and soon finds my swelling flesh.
I moan as he gently strokes me and rolls my hard point between his fingers. The tingling pain is delicious.
I unbutton my shirt and take it off. My bra is gone in a second. As I stand in front of him topless, I watch his eyes turn dark.
“You’re so beautiful, Ivy!” he murmurs as he cups my breast and traces his thumb around the peak. My mound is pale, and the center is rosy pink, the tip is glistening like a pearl.
He bends down to suck it. I gasp at the contact of his moist, warm lips.
“Oh, Gavin,” I grasp his hair, bewildered by the exquisite sensation he brings me.
My belly clenches as pleasure radiates through the tiny point to my entire body. My panties are drenched in no time.
Gavin pins me against the wall, and kneels in front of me. Eyes locked on mine, he pushes up my skirt with both hands. While stroking my hips, he trails kisses along my inner thigh. His hands and lips move up at the same time. He grips my ass cheek as his lips reach the juncture of my legs. He sniffs deeply. “You smell like heaven! Ivy!”
He pulls his face away and swipes his thumb along the cotton strip that covers my feminine part. He looks as if he’s intoxicated and I tremble under his intense gaze.
“You’re so wet, my precious,” his voice is so gruff as if it’s difficult for him to speak.
I squirm against the wall. “I…I’m sorry.” I feel embarrassed, letting him find out my wetness.
He chuckles. “Sorry? Ivy! You don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”
I’m flattered by the lust in his eyes, but I shake my head.
“You’re making me the luckiest man on earth. Having such a gorgeous girl drenched for me!”
Oh my God. “You…like it?”
“Of course, my sweet girl,” he says, breathing laboriously. His finger makes its way under the cotton and the pad of it glides through my wetness. “I love it. But I want to make sure you know what it means. Tell me, why are you so wet?”
I gasp and blush deeper. “I…oh…Gavin. I…I…want you!” I stammer.
“Did I hear you right? You want me? I’m your dad’s age—almost twice as old as you are!” He pushes a finger into my secret channel and spirals it up.
My breath hitches at the delicious tease. “I don’t care how old you are, Gavin. Please make me yours!”
He suddenly turns feral as if the string that’s holding him snaps. He pushes my legs wider, pulls my skirt off me, and then my underwear. I’m all bare without a thread of fabric covering me. Suddenly feeling shy, I squeeze my thighs together and cover my chest with my arms.
“Don’t,” he growls and steps back. “I want to see your body. You’re perfect, Ivy.”
He steps back and admires me. This is the first time in my adult life I let a man see me naked. I’m embarrassed and thrilled at the same time.
He’s still fully dressed in his t-shirt and jeans! “It’s not fair,” I complain. “You’re wearing so many clothes.”
He chuckles. “You’ll see me in just a minute!”
The lust in his eyes again intensifies my ache for him. I no longer feel embarrassed. I want him.
“I’m all yours, Gavin. Please take me!” I say, shocking myself with my wantonness.
He inhales sharply. Still kneeling, he kisses my knees, rubs his cheek against my thighs before reaching up to kiss my center. He looks as if he’s worshipping me and the display melts me. Warm, sticky liquid trickles down my thighs. He licks the drop before it rolls down, and then he continues to worship me. His tongue is velvety and gentle as it strokes my folds. He doesn’t hurry, but tastes each bit of me thoroughly, groaning his appreciations. I look down to watch his devotion, and he looks up to meet my eyes. Those smoldering brown eyes tell me he’s driven by desire and wants to devour me.
Pleasure buzzes through my center, and I arch my back, tilt my chin up, while gripping his shoulders. I moan loudly. “Oh, Gavin, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, baby. Do that. Come for me.” He frees a hand and rubs circles against my clit.