Lily and the Billionaire: The Complete Collection (14 page)

Yet something about his attentive presence caused her to continue, "It just feels wrong; it feels so wrong! I mean, it feels right of course, what you do to me, but…" she trailed off again, unsure if she could voice her thoughts or if they would simply exacerbate the situation.

She rolled to her side, pulling her knees to her chest and gazing at Edwin in disoriented perplexity. He came and lay on his side too, facing her, and seeing her shiver slightly he pulled up the lustrous silken sheet to cover her. However, Lily batted it away with quite unexpected ferocity, then as if noticing this and regretting it, burst into tears again and covered her face with her hands.

"It feels wrong for you to have so much!" she explained through her fingers. "Sometimes I feel like we have such a deep connection; but then how can we connect when you don't even have the slightest clue about what it is to live a difficult life?"

She sobbed again, amazed that she had found the words to voice these feelings. Her hands were still covering her face in despair; for how could Edwin not kick her out after such sentiments had been expressed? She had been close, but something had not quite clicked. Her shoulders shook as she attempted to quell another outburst of sobbing.

To her intense amazement, she felt his arms reaching around her shoulders and him pulling her very gently towards him. His shirt was undone and she found his broad, golden chest irresistible; nestling into it as she continued sniffling. He held her to him in a ball and squeezed, murmuring,

"Lily, Lily, Lily, it's alright, Lily".

She felt his firm caress and began to uncoil slightly, though still sniffling. Tentatively, she peeped out from behind her hands and saw his beautiful smile greeting her. She blinked in confusion. He wasn't angry with her?

"What you are confused about seems to be quite abstract worries", he commented slowly, "Which have no bearing on the present moment".

"They don't?" asked Lily, relaxing somewhat into his embrace.

"We do not need to think about the past", he continued lightly; "what's important is to concentrate on the now".

She took this in, relaxing more, still not quite believing that everything could be alright.

He looked at her, still rubbing and stroking as she untensed more and more. The wave of inexorable passion, seemingly having submerged, was now rising again with even more intensity than before. She put her arms around him and he said beguilingly, "I can give you so much, Lily. All you have to do is open yourself to receive me…"

She looked into his eyes, entranced. Maybe he was right: her worries were unnecessary. Or maybe they did have some truth: either way, she realized, it was indeed unnecessary to consider them, here and now, when there were so many things going on which felt so right.

His fingers were roaming all over her body, tenderly finding her vagina and rubbing tantalizingly. She uncurled herself fully, wriggling happily on his fingers, forgetting her tears. She pulled his shirt from him, stroking his chest playfully as she found herself relaxing further and ever further. He sighed, and she felt his deep breathing resonating through him as she began exploring his crotch; pulling his white trousers and silk boxer shorts from him as he continued to finger her vivaciously.

Now they were lying naked facing each other on the red bed and she tapped her fingers over his thighs and balls, causing him to sigh again. She was breathing deeply too; with each breath opening herself more to his penetrating fingers; and she clasped his fantastically stiff penis, rubbing it eagerly over her sticky clitoris as he continued his massaging inside her.

She recalled her words in her dream: 'what a pretty dick!' and she told him now in the real world. He laughed and kissed her lovingly, and slowly slid his fingers out of her pussy as she guided him inside her.

They both gasped as he entered, and Edwin clasped his arms around Lily, penetrating her
thoroughly. He began to rock his thighs backwards and forwards, pumping gently inside her as at a well, and they rolled around the bed together, fucking dreamily.

The situation was in fact so close to Lily's erotic dream of Edwin that she was finding it difficult to believe it was really real. His dick felt different, sure; thinner and somehow more versatile; and infinitely yummier. The unrealness of the situation was certainly facilitating her loosening and she felt her entire body becoming warm and fuzzy as he laid her below him and increased his pumping, reaching inside her to her very centre; to the centre which she had half-forgotten even existed; as she felt herself unfolding around him and the wave curling over them to a fantastic peak; exploding over them as their love-making reached frenetic heights. Everything which she had been crying about; all of her tensions and anxieties, were being pumped away by his deep and thrilling action; transforming into powerful energetic satisfaction.

Moaning, all fears transcended, she came spectacularly, throbbing and squeezing around Edwin's dick for several minutes while he cried "YES!"

*******

She could still feel the reverberations of her incredible orgasm over the next few days, and her inner being felt more alive than ever before. Still, working full-time at The Corner was probably one way to stifle it again, she mused as she lay sprawled on her sofa at the end of a busy twelve-hour shift. But what else could she do? She wasn't sure if there was an alternative.

Achey
as she was, she was smiling beatifically as she replayed again some parts of that extravagant feast of an evening with Edwin. They had fucked for hours; stopping occasionally to feed each other the achingly erotic fruits and chocolates.

"Until you are ready to give up everything you cannot grow properly", Edwin had whispered to her as they lay smeared in juices of all kinds.

"Everything?" she inquired, tracing a line of peach juice down his navel hair to his sticky penis.

"Everything," he groaned, wriggling in pleasure.

"Hmm," she considered, half-convinced. "And what about you?"

He turned to face her, holding her in his arms, saying

"I give myself to the world, without reserve. It's my pleasure: to give and give." 

He fixed his eyes on hers, and declared:

"Lily, I give myself to you."

She tingled euphorically. He beamed at her; open; emanating joy.

"All of me is yours - to play with…"

Lily agreed that giving sometimes felt good: sometimes (especially with Edwin) it felt
really
good. But did she want to keep giving her attention to bar work, when she was just beginning to sense the depth of her artistic potential? Of course, there were things like rent and food to consider. But she did have more cash than before, and maybe - just maybe - if she cut back on going out drinking even more than she already was, she could make the change.

It was scary, imagining not having the security of her regular wage.

But she felt implicitly that it would be alright; that by giving more of herself to the world the world could help her to grow. With Edwin's words playing in her mind she arranged with a reluctant Bill to cut down her shifts by half.

The very next day she received a message from Eugene. Some friends of his were putting on an exhibition and were looking for artists to participate; and he had suggested Lily.

Lily read the message wide-eyed as she crunched thoughtfully on an apple. The world was responding fast to her!

*******

The next couple o
f weeks whirled past in an eddy of exciting activities. The theme of the show was "Observing Flow" and Lily, having met some of the other artists collaborating and been inspired by some of their pieces, immediately went out and spent all of what little money she had saved on materials, and began painting feverishly. The next time she met Edwin, to her slight consternation he came to visit her at her flat. When he had first asked to see her abode she had resisted; feeling instinctively that being a man surrounded by high quality, it would seem unacceptably squalid. But Edwin had insisted that he come.

"I want to experience your world", he had explained. She was powerless to resist; it pleased her immensely to fulfill his desires.

On the night in question she decided to cook spaghetti for him and began preparing the vegetables; only to be overcome by ideas for the exhibition, and she hurried into her room to sketch. Totally immersed in  this activity, she only remembered the food when the doorbell rang. Cursing her absent-mindedness, she washed the paint from her face and frantically cleared away her works in progress. Edwin was not allowed to see these.  

She opened the door apologetically, but was almost immediately swept up in Edwin's expansive good humor. On seeing the half-chopped vegetables, he clapped his hands in delight, silencing Lily's mumbled excuses.

"Fantastic!" he cried, "now we can cook together!"

With great mirth they set into the task; and spaghetti was not the only thing they used they creative energies on that evening.

"Now I have glimpsed some more of your world," said Edwin later as they lay panting together, sprawled across Lily's bed, "next time, let me show you some more of mine…"

He refused to give her any more information than a time and a meeting point: about an hour before sunset at a secluded embankment of the Thames. Lily stood by the railing next to the river, leaning her back on it as she basked in the strengthening sunshine of early spring.

While it was far from actually hot, Lily felt a sense of release from the dark and dreary winter in the sun's pale rays; promising new life in the near future. She laughed as the riverside breeze picked up her hair and trailed it in tendrils around her face; while casting about eagerly to see if she could catch sight of Edwin. Where was he? Peering down the embankment to the left and to the right, she noticed a distinct absence of Edwin. She leaned back on the rail again, her long coat flapping as she wondered what new surprise he could possibly have in store.

As she scanned intently the riverside path, she was startled suddenly by a deep American voice emanating from behind her, on the river. She turned sharply and gasped: there he was below her, standing at the prow of a large handsome sailing yacht, which another man was steering skillfully to tie up at a small pier which Lily had not noticed before. Edwin alighted from the boat and bounded along the pier and up a set of stairs leading to Lily; offering his hand to assist her with climbing over the rail and down the stairs to the yacht. Lily was shaking with laughter as he helped her balance to step onto the deck, and he laughed too, his eyes twinkling in arousal at her blatant happiness.

"Welcome aboard", he beamed, gesturing around the varnished wooden deck. The boat was dark blue and had a large cabin-like structure in the middle; wooden and with a dainty little green roof. Above this rose the sail; delicately flapping in the evening air, reminding Lily of the petal of a giant flower, or some kind of intricate origami. Everything about the yacht seemed beautifully crafted.

The other man came forwards; a pale, grinning young lad with a mass of orange hair.

"This is my friend Simon," explained Waterman, and they shook hands. "So, Lily; would you care to go for a ride?"

Lily giggled ecstatically. "Of course!"

Simon took care of the sailing while Edwin stood with Lily at the very front of the yacht and they watched London glide past them on either side. They were heading upstream and Lily tittered merrily, trying to keep her balance as the boat's nose bobbed along through the water below her. Edwin stood behind her and held her steady, and she leaned back on him, relishing his strength at her back, and wriggling herself against him cried, "This is so amazing!"

She flung out her arms to feel the wind carrying her somewhat, tottering and overbalancing so that Edwin had to swoop to catch her; grabbing her by the arms and whirling her backwards onto the deck in a frenzied waltz. Both were in hysterics as they reeled around wildly, throwing themselves against each other and then leaning back, catching each other by the hand. The boat rocked slightly as they meandered around a curve and Lily cried out, toppling sideways into Edwin and nuzzling against his chest, enjoying the deep laughter reverberating outwards to her. She looked up at him, eyes gleaming, and he said softly, "Look".

She turned to face out of the front of the yacht again. They were gently rounding another curve, and as the river began opening out again before them, there appeared in the middle the resplendent pink disk of the setting sun; nestling among a bank of fluffy little clouds which were deepening in orange and rose by the second, as if being ignited.

They gazed enraptured at the scene, and Lily commented, "It feels so exciting to be sailing into the setting sun".

"Yes", agreed Edwin; "anything could happen".

He brought his face to hers and they kissed hungrily, caressing each other with an arousal which seemed to be deepening with the same force and beauty as the magnificent display in the sky. He felt so fantastic even through his clothes that Lily could feel her excitement burbling up inside her and she danced around Edwin again, rubbing him alternately with her crotch and her boobs, her desire welling up as they kissed in the last glimmers of the splendid sunset.

She was feeling more and more at home with Edwin than she had with any man before; relinquishing all self-consciousness as she gyrated at random around him, wildly happy in the space she could sense him giving to her to be whatever she wanted to be. Edwin twirled with her, clearly enjoying her performance as she could feel from the titillating stiffness in his trousers. She softly pushed her pussy against the bulge and jiggled from side to side, releasing from Edwin a deep lascivious sigh.

"Ah! You little minx!" he grinned. "How would you like to come with me inside?"

"Mmm you want to show me the rest of your boat?" she asked seductively.

"Oooh Lily, I'm gonna show you
everything".

Still giggling, they entered the large wooden cabin which dominated the centre of the boat, and went to explore.

Inside the cabin was an airy square room hung about with brightly colored fabrics and with a low round table and small cushioned seats on its plushly carpeted floor. Edwin led Lily swiftly through this space into the next room; much smaller and almost entirely taken up by a double bed with large prominent head posts. As Edwin pulled shut the little wooden door, Lily noticed the heat in the tiny cabin. She wriggled out of her coat, spying as she did so a tiny wood-burning stove in the corner; already smoldering merrily away.

"Wow! Very cozy!" she commented, unbuttoning her black wool cardigan. The cabin had windows on three sides and the river was just visible outside in the gathering night.

"Oh yes", agreed Edwin, absolutely elated with the effect the stove was having; watching entranced as Lily peeled the cardigan off. But he could not simply watch for very long.

Slipping around the snug bed, he encircled Lily in his arms and squeezed her seductively; assisting with her comfort in a gentlemanly-like fashion as he helped her to remove any further clothes which may be hindering her.  Lily basked in his attentions; slowly caressing him as he pulled her free from her shirt and bra, and she began to reciprocate, claiming in concern,

"I see you are nearly overheating too!"

She tugged off his polo sweater and the stripy shirt he was wearing underneath it; enjoying his delight as together, they kicked off their shoes and in a shuffly little dance simultaneously began to undo each others' belts. Edwin grinned, whispering,

"Oh, I think actually it has only just begun to heat up…"

The boat sailed on through the deepening night as they continued to undress each other; arriving at total nakedness at the same time. They clung together; squeezing; rubbing; panting.

Their lusts were very high and the passion filling the intimate little cabin was almost tangible. They were being very courteous with each other: for every action with which one of them elicited a particularly pleased response, the other would reciprocate. So, Lily would run her hands up Edwin's supple thighs to his creamy bum, squeezing it and making Edwin sigh. Then he would repeat this with Lily's bum.

They wriggled together, enjoying the game; each new touch bridging new connections between them. Softly; gently kissing; they fell sideways onto the welcoming bed; and began rolling together on it, still mirroring each other.

Lily closed her eyes as Edwin softly stroked the backs of his hands all the way up her body; feet to head. He smiled in utter bliss as he watched to see which parts of her body were the most sensitive to this caress; concentrating his attention there and helping Lily to relax completely into his touch. Sighing profoundly, she sat up and began stroking Edwin in the same way; delighting in how she could actually feel his pleasure tingling up through her fingers; as well as seeing it in his beaming, somehow deeply innocent smile. Guiding her hand up and down over his penis, she shivered as she felt his entire body responding.

Lily wriggled around on the bed until her head was pressing into Edwin's brown, muscular thighs; rubbing his crotch playfully. Then she licked her lips; moistening her mouth; and slowly took with her lips the head of his rigid penis; rolling her tongue around and around his foreskin as she made him completely wet. Edwin gasped and lay down, grabbing Lily's legs and pulling her around so that her pussy was centimetres from his mouth. He inhaled her warm and sticky arousal and then delicately began to lap her clitoris; Lily responding instantly with,

"Mmmmmmmm": delicious around the now exposed head of his dick in her mouth.

They sucked and lapped each other; moaning into each others' genitalia; heightening the sensory experience of their oral pleasure. Now Edwin's tongue was right inside Lily's moistening pussy and she was engulfing his entire shaft. Gently throbbing to each others' rhythm, they were exploring the absolute best ways to make each other feel good.

Edwin probed his tongue deep inside Lily; again seeming to sense intuitively when to harden and soften his muscles to really profoundly please her. She shivered all over; dancing her mouth around on his penis; and both rolled across the bed as the boat swayed excitingly from side to side. Edwin's dick was pulled out of Lily's grasp momentarily and he looked up from his slurping; meeting her eyes with a deep and powerful lust. She understood.

Scrabbling around so that she was again lying face to face with him on the bed, she grabbed his delectably firm penis and he helped her to guide it inside her.  They moaned, rocking with the boat as he thrust right into her, looking into her eyes with tender affection and overt lecherous glee. Lily groaned in delight, pressing her body up against Edwin's, rocking her hips with increasing vigor as he penetrated her more and more.

He grabbed her, their thrusting increasing, and squeezed her tightly in his arms as they began rolling around on the bed, fucking with rising passion. The boat swayed and lurched; guiding them more into each other as they oscillated wildly around on the bed; Edwin sometimes leaning up on his hands to fuck Lily for a few seconds; then rolling again as the boat dipped and Lily sat herself right down on his dick; bouncing up and down; her breasts jiggling above his head delightfully.

Their thrusting and bouncing was crescendo-ing to a glorious height; rolling, they were now fucking in a frenzy, spinning themselves around on the bed; neither noticing nor caring who was on top as they began to groan with increasing urgency, feeling their orgasms' inexorable approach.

Lily began to gasp in tumultuous delight as she felt herself release; her juices flowing all over Edwin's wildly thrusting member, and groaning and shivering deliciously, he too poured himself into her. Throbbing in blissful abandon, they sighed together in deep satisfaction.

Lily stood in the centre of the room, spinning gently on the shiny floor as she gazed at the as yet naked walls; considering.