Lily and the Billionaire: The Complete Collection

by Ana Vela

  "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.

  It was the day of the private view of the exhibition including her work, and bubbles of excitement were coursing through her body. She had, following a flurry of absorbed activity, five paintings which she was really happy with, and having discussed with the three other artists whose work would also be on display tonight they had elected this pentagonal room for Lily's pieces to go on display. But how would she display them? Lily mused, striding around the room, attempting to visualize what could have the best impact. She wanted, after all, for the visitors to the exhibition to enjoy not simply her paintings but the context in which they found them. She and the other artists had agreed that the show was about creating a whole world for people to get lost in; not simply some things which happened to be placed in a room.

  Lily had never before met any artists who shared her vision of art so closely; and another reason for the adrenaline bubbling up inside her was her conviction that this would not be their last collaboration. Especially if this exhibition went well.

  "So, I'd better actually hang these paintings then!" she muttered, realizing that her reverie of future unfolding events had to give way to the present moment, for now.

  As the gallery began filling up Lily felt her excitement building to an almost painful nervous tension. She grabbed one of the glasses of free wine which the artists were taking it in turns to carry around the gallery on trays offering to guests; causing India, the girl with the tray, to laugh at her eager gulping.

  "Everything's going to be fantastic, Lily", she smiled at her, her dark eyes emanating friendly warmth.

  "Ha…I know", Lily muttered; unconvincingly. India laughed again.

  "Don't worry, we're all nervous", she grinned, "but that's all part of the fun!"

  She whisked off with the tray; her long, gold-braided black plait flicking playfully behind her. Lily breathed deeply, India's words calming her somewhat.

  There were already quite a lot of visitors milling around; most of them, thankfully, making appreciative noises and seeming to be enjoying the exhibition. Lily wandered through the different rooms, furtively trying to gauge the guests' reactions to her own work; her eyes darting around as she also tried to spot Edwin.

  That was another thing adding to the nervous tingling she was feeling. She wasn't sure about how she felt about Edwin seeing her work.

  To her it was clearly obvious that the paintings, though abstract or highly stylized, were reflections of him. He was who she envisioned when she had first been told the theme of the exhibition: "Observing Flow". Whatever flow was, she felt from him a constant stream of energy moving; growing, and, well - flowing. He seemed to have a deep connection with the imperceptible patterns of life, which she had captured, in a way, on her canvasses. But what if he found this a little strange? Or didn't like them? Even worse: what if they failed to move him at all?

  She wanted to open herself completely to him of course; but still she could not help feeling apprehensive about his possible reaction.

  Absorbed in her increasingly paranoid spiral of thoughts, she was taken completely by surprise when someone tapped her on the shoulder; jumping and almost spilling her wine. She turned to see who it was but there was no-one there. This pretty much narrowed it down to who it could have been to one person, and she turned the other way, breaking into a grin and crying,

  "Very funny, Eugene!"

  They embraced, and Lily laughed at Eugene's ridiculous grin under his moustache, which had grown even bushier and which he had waxed into curly points for the occasion.

  "So," he said, "I hope you are ready for the crowding press of journalists wanting your story as you shoot to fame!"

  "Oh yes", nodded Lily sagely; "but they won't be ready for me!"

  He raised an eyebrow at her, and she, delighted to practice her skill, raised an eyebrow right back.

  "Or should I say, for my many eccentric characters", she added confidentially, causing Eugene to clap his hands in glee.

  "Fantastic!" he declared, and they giggled together; Lily amazed and relieved at how easy he made it for her to turn her nervousness into playfulness.

  Eugene left to greet his other friends and she wandered through the gallery in a much happier mood, looking in more detail at some of the other artists' work.

  *******

  She was standing at the entrance to one room; a light airy space filled with lar
ge, richly colored photographic prints of waterfalls and streams, when he appeared at the doorway on the other side, his white suit almost seeming to shine in the bright lights. She felt a thrill pass through her, and walked towards him, hardly believing the intense happiness rising in her simply from seeing him.

  They met in the middle of the room and clasped each others' hands. As Lily kissed him in greeting, she noticed that his eyes were shining with moisture.

  "I saw your paintings", he said quietly, his face very close to hers. She glanced up at him questioningly; half-nervous again although she could see, really, what he felt.

  "They're beautiful", said Edwin simply, and she glowed with pride as he passed his hand across his face, wiping his eyes.

  "Would you care to join me and look at them together?" he asked and she nodded fervently.