Lily and the Billionaire: The Complete Collection (10 page)

"I'm not going to buy you a glass of this wine", he announced, filling Lily with mixed emotions. If he
had
offered, she probably would have refused, as she didn't enjoy feeling like she was being bought. Yet here he was telling her he didn't want to pay for her!…

"I'm going to buy you the bottle!" continued Eugene.

"Er…what??" she asked. "No, that's far too much!"

"Not
here!"
cried, and taking her hand, he led her to the nearest supermarket, where of course, they found a bottle of the same wine for cheaper than one glass in the bar.

"I guess we need to find somewhere to drink this", said Lily as they walked out of the supermarket and went to fetch Eugene's bike.

"Well, my place is not far", he said. "You are cordially invited…" he looked into her eyes, seeming at first to gaze at her in intense invitation. She gazed back, captivated for a millisecond. But then the corners of his eyes crinkled and he laughed again. "Only if you want to, of course!"

Lily wanted to. She had a feeling this adventure was going to be a good one.

**
*****

“…And then we just wandered around the castle in the middle of the night!" Eugene's stories were getting funnier the more of the delectably vibrant wine they sipped, and Lily threw her head back again in laughter. They were sitting on the sofa in his flat, a large, open-plan space with one wall made entirely of glass; giving quite an impressive view of the glittering towers of the financial area of London. Despite its spaciousness the flat was quite cosy and Lily sat up, unbuttoning her knitted cardigan.

“More wine?" asked Eugene, gesturing with the bottle.

"Oh, yes!" said Lily, proffering her glass. He poured the liquid slowly in, his gaze drifting from the glass upwards to her now-exposed cleavage and slowly caressing her face as his eyes locked with hers. His eyes were so intense that she felt like she was being physically licked, and shivered deliciously with the sensation. They held each others' gaze for a second or two,
then Eugene remembered the wine, which had only just avoided spilling over the edge of the glass onto the floor.

"Phew! The bottle finished just in time!" he said.

"I guess we are doing a pretty good job at being art critics", commented Lily. They giggled.

"To art!" he said, raising his glass with surprisingly convincing reverence.

"To art!" she agreed and they drank deeply.

"What did you think of that exhibition?" asked Lily, eager to share her feelings about such an interesting experience.

"Oh, atrocious, darling! No eye for the consumer at all!" insisted Eugene, swilling his wine around in its glass and turning his head sharply to give her a contemptuous look; knocking his hat askew on the back of the sofa as he did so. Lily giggled again, but still wanted to pursue this.

"But…I mean really? What did you truly think?"

He swept his hat off his head in a dramatic gesture, revealing his very straight brown hair.

"I am being true!" he insisted, fixing her again with his chocolatey stare. She stared back, nonplussed.

"No, you're just playing a game", she said slowly, shaking her head in confusion.

He held her eyes for some moments more, the serious look on his face not wavering once. She shifted, uncomfortably.

Suddenly, he leaned forwards, momentarily alarming her; but he stopped a few centimetres from her and, his face slowly changing to an amused smile, he said softly, "And I mean it with all the games I play…"

She felt his fingers delicately walking up her arm, and shivered, her eyes still on his. Somehow Edwin's words were echoing around and around in her head; what was it he had said about pretending to be things? "We’re always putting on some kind of character"; something like that?

"I suppose all of the characters we play are as real as each other, when we play them…" she mused, slowly. She had not really considered it like this before. Her memory of the conversation with Edwin was producing all kinds of tingling arousal inside her.

"The most important thing," whispered Eugene, as he continued stroking her arm, "is that we act whichever way feels good to us".

"Oh yeah?" she asked, turning her body more to him, relishing his touch; her lips mere millimetres from his own.

"And what feels good to you now?"

In answer, he tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips on hers, kissing her with a passion which caused Lily's already glowing desire to intensify. His hands were roving delightfully all over her body and she reciprocated, running her palms up and down his tight jeans; feeling them bulge under her touch.

He began to kiss her all over her face, and down her neck, tickling her slightly with his bushy moustache. She giggled as he rubbed it into the crack in between her breasts; inhaling deeply as he softly kissed her here too. His mobile hands continued to play with her, rubbing her thighs; inquisitively visiting her crotch… She felt herself relax into his grasp, moistening.

He was still kissing her breasts and slowly she began to pull up her top to facilitate this activity for him. But he stopped abruptly, and sat up, his eyes gleaming at her.

"I've got a good game", he explained, licking her again, with his glance.

"Ooh," she said, mesmerised by those chocolate pools of light in his eyes.

"I can see that you are an erotically strong independent woman," he said, still lapping at her with lustful looks. She basked in his attention, shivering more.

"Yes…?"

"So…" he said slowly, wriggling his body next to hers in an entrancingly playful manner, "how would you like to…
dominate
me?"

An electric thrill shot through her as she toyed with this idea. How could she not be turned on by someone doing exactly as she wished?

"Let's play," she stage-whispered, winking at him.

"You set the rules," he replied, with an irresistibly cheeky smile.

Her mind raced, exploring all of her most erotic fantasies. What to tell him first?...

"Stand up and strip!" she commanded, and he eagerly obeyed, jumping to his feet. First he began revolving slowly around the middle of the floor, gyrating his hips snakily as he slowly pulled his orange T-shirt up his chest and then over his head. Watching her hypnotically, he dropped it to the floor, still dancing on the spot; his movements turning her on more and more. He felt her growing arousal and basked in it, smiling in deep pleasure as he began rubbing his hands over his hairy chest, following the thick fuzzy line which led from his belly button down, down…Still drinking in her attention with his eyes, he began undoing the fly of his jeans.

She was sitting forwards on the edge of the sofa following his every move; also gyrating slowly as she unconsciously followed him. He pulled his jeans open, still spinning before her. Then with one long, graceful movement he slid off his jeans and pants, uncovering his long thin penis which was swelling the more she looked at it.

She leaned forwards, locking eyes with him; revelling in his performance. He began stroking that engorging penis, transfixing her…

Then suddenly he took his eyes from hers and began prancing around wildly, his trousers and pants around his ankles. Spinning, he reached down and tore them off without pausing in his dance; holding them above his head and spinning them round and round as he continued slinking and gyrating his hips and pelvis.

It was an exquisite mix of sexual dance and clown and Lily, finding it just the right balance for her, jumped up and pulled off her own top, dancing round and round Eugene in equal merriment.

They thrust their pelvises at each other friskily, Lily feeling her pussy becoming wetter and wetter as she watched his gorgeous member bouncing around her. She felt her growing desire and knowing that she had to progress things further she ordered:

"Take me to the bedroom!"

Instantly, he grabbed her hand and, still dancing, they whirled into the next room; Lily relishing his lightning-quick responses to her commands.

They entered the bedroom and she flicked her hand at him, gesturing him to the bed. He fell back onto it, and laughing she said,

"Now watch
me
".

She began her own gyrating dance, shaking her still bra-clad boobs at him, leaning forwards so that he could almost touch them… then back, still shaking, grinning teasingly.

She had not anticipated how fantastic dancing like this could feel. She rarely went dancing; being so busy working or so broke, and had forgotten how much she enjoyed simply letting go and moving her body. While she was still aware that Eugene was watching, she was dancing with increasing delight for herself and no-one else; throwing her body dizzily around the room and wriggling in all of the most delicious ways she knew how. Eugene watched, absolutely captivated by her trance.

Totally engrossed in the amazing feeling of dancing, she threw all of her clothes off as if she was alone. Only as she was tossing the last item - her purple cotton knickers - to the floor, did she suddenly turn as if noticing Eugene for the first time. He stared at her, moving towards her without thought for what he was doing. She stood before him, naked, moist, and trembling.  

He crawled over the bed to her, stopping with his head just touching her quivering pussy. He sighed, inhaling her arousal, and slowly stuck out his tongue to tap her with its tip. She shuddered all over, and he licked again, exploring further in this time. As if in a daze she rocked back and forth on his mouth, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he tongued her with increasing energy. She was still panting a little from her intense dancing, and he could feel the throbbing passing through her whole body.

Deeper and deeper he probed his tongue, making her gasp and grab his back for support; digging her nails deep into his shoulders as she swivelled on top of him, and joining in her rhythm he swirled inside her.

"Oooh yeah" she groaned as, lapping eagerly, he found a particularly sensitive spot. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of power as she remembered that he would only do what she wanted. 'Hmm', she thought. 'Maybe it's time to play with this a bit more…?'

Her eyes opened, gleaming mischievously. She thrust her pussy on top of Eugene's tongue, rotating herself around him some more, then took him by the back of the head and pulled him slowly up. He came obediently, licking her juices from his face in glee.

She pushed him back onto the bed and advanced towards him, crawling low like an animal and flashing looks of primal passion. He lay still, submissive, in mock powerlessness; throwing his head from side to side in delight as she began sliding over him with different parts of her body; her boobs; her belly; sweaty from the dancing and slipping against his beautifully. She brought her face level with his and, bending, softly kissed him. Then, feeling her unleashed animalistic desire building up inside her she began to grind him passionately, feeling with her hand for his excited and ready penis and rubbing him on her entrance. They growled at each other in pleasure as they continued kissing and she brought her pussy slowly down over his cock; squeezing. He felt good inside her.

She began to experiment; rocking up and down on top of him; watching him lying underneath her. He gazed up at her; his eyes encouraging her with every move she made; his body shuddering in delight below hers.

"Oh yeah, you got me, baby!" growled Eugene. "You can do
whatever
you want to me…"

Incensed by this encouragement, she began to fuck him harder, pulling him deeper and deeper inside her with her pelvic muscles as she began to pound herself on top of him; finding her perfect rhythm and location as he complied to her every move. He was letting her explore herself exquisitely, and she now felt an unstoppable energy powering her thrusts as she danced more, fucking him with a profound intensity.

"Oh-oh-oh-oh yeeeeah!" cried Eugene, gripping her thighs with his nails as she began screaming, her whole body shaking in a paroxysm of pleasure as her orgasm began to creep inexorably over her. She threw her head back, bouncing up and down on him; sending the bed and indeed the whole room jiggling around. He groaned in bliss at her beautiful body convulsing on top of him and around him; her boobs springing about above his head as she pounded him, letting out one long scream as she came, still fucking him as hard as she could.

After several seconds she rocked to a stop, still gripping him hard inside her, and pushed her long, sweaty hair out of her eyes to grin down at him in playful sublimity.

He grinned back, equally satisfied - for a second or two at least.

Then, caressing her lustfully, he stared into her eyes and suggested, "now how would you like to switch roles?"

She was completely blissed-out and tingling all over with a satisfaction that she had rarely felt from her sexual partners. In this peaceful state she felt ready for anything.

"Sure", she smiled, squeezing him with her pussy to emphasise the acquiescence. He moaned, and then slowly disentangled himself from her, pushing her gently on to the bed so that they were lying facing each other, side by side. He rolled his head to her and kissed her, passionately; making her soaking pussy even wetter in anticipation.