Lily and the Billionaire: The Complete Collection (15 page)

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.

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She was standing at the entrance to one room; a light airy space filled with large, 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.

The gallery was filling up more, but from that moment on he was the only person she noticed.

At the end of the show they walked down the street together; Lily almost skipping; gripping Edwin's arm in childish excitement and smiling from ear to ear.

"I can't imagine it having gone any better!" she gushed. "It was perfect. Everyone was so happy with the art!"

"Absolutely", he agreed.  "Did you invite any more people to come and see on any of the other days?"

She shook her head. "I guess I was so busy I didn't even think about it. But I'm sure the girls from the bar would enjoy it. I think even my mum would enjoy it. Not so sure about my dad, but.."

He held her arm as she swung gently on him, still very high on the events of the evening.

"Do you think I could invite a few people I know to come and see?" he inquired. She stopped swinging for a second and gazed at him, wondering if he was being serious.

"Of course! You don't need to ask me!" she laughed. "Come on, the more the merrier!"

He laughed too, as they wandered on in intimate contentment.

"Who are you going to invite?" asked Lily. "I want to meet them!"

Edwin laughed again, his chest resonating delectably next to Lily's arm.

"I want to meet your friends too", he said, his eyes shining at her in curiosity. "And I have some friends who may be particularly interested in your work; who may decide they want you to display it in other places too, if you would like to".

She looked up at him, hardly daring to believe what he was saying.

"What kind of places?" she asked.

"Well, New York, for example. Venice. Bilbao, if you like the Spanish heat. Or Prague, if you prefer…" She was staring at him wide-eyed now, unsure again if he was joking or not, and had to ask him.

"You are joking, aren't you?"

He flashed her a wide, mischievous grin.

"Only in the same way that I am joking about everything, Lily…"

He reached over and rubbed her chest affectionately, then tickled her stomach; making her yelp.

"It's just a suggestion anyway", he continued.

"Well I like it!" laughed Lily.

"Of course, it would mean that you would have to go to these places too," explained Edwin.

"Oh, what a drag". He smiled, clearly delighted with the excitement he had ignited in her eyes.

They continued giggling and stroking each other playfully as they approached Edwin's apartment. On the steps they stopped to kiss, each feeling the super-desire of the other and drinking it in. Lily especially was so titillated by all the fantastic things which were suddenly opening up around her that she could not keep still as Edwin unlocked the door; biting his ear and licking his face playfully. Edwin grabbed her as the door opened before them, friskily thrusting her up against the wall and groping underneath her coat. They took the stairs up to his room in a slithering fumble; rubbing and stroking each other as they pushed their way upstairs; laughing as they pulled off each other's layers, discarding them at various stages of their journey.

As Edwin opened the door to the room they were kissing passionately, and they clawed themselves over to the bed, still losing garments on the way. By the time they reached the sumptuous red-draped bed they had on only their underwear, and Edwin gently pushed Lily down onto the silken sheets, caressing her body slowly with his palms as he stroked down her boobs and belly, gently pushing his hands inside her black lacy knickers and then tugging them off. She sat up as he got them out of their way; hooking her hands around his tight black boxer shorts and pulling them over his already formidable erection; gasping as it bounced up out of his pants in endearing arousal. She slid his boxers the rest of the way off with her feet as she bent and kissed his penis, greeting it happily. 

He sighed as she began flicking her tongue over his shaft with electric licks, and he sucked his fingers, gently rubbing her pussy which was so sodden with anticipation that there was already a stain on the crimson sheets. Fiercely aroused even more by her highly excited state, he swirled his fingers around inside her inviting pussy, instantly making her even wetter.

"Lily," he said as he fingered her with increasing energy, "have you ever read a book called the
kama sutra
?"

She stopped slurping for a second and looked up at him, her eyes filling with passionate curiosity.

"No…" she said slowly, "but I'd love you to tell me all about it…"

He laughed, his fingers more and more sure of exactly where to touch her; caressing deliciously her insides.

"Showing is much better…" he whispered, and gently took his hand out, still caressing her but now using both of his hands to massage her thighs gently apart; Lily complying, bending her legs to be more comfortable and lying back on the bed so that her thighs were spread as wide open as they would go. Edwin bent over her, still massaging her with his hands.

"This position is called 'Indra's woman'", he murmured, holding his saliva-coated penis and guiding it gently inside her pussy, making them both gasp.

"Indra was an Indian king".

"So his woman is a queen…" said Lily, wriggling her pussy deliciously around Edwin's dick; drawing him deep inside. He nodded, bending right over her and placing his hands on either side of her head, thrusting himself in and out in a fantastically stimulating way.

"Oh Lily, you are a queen", he whispered; "and anything which you desire, you are going to get it".

"Oh, oh, oh…" smiled Lily in delight, pushing her pussy up around him; relishing the feeling of pulling him inside her not simply with her genitals but with the opening of her thigh muscles too; with her legs and with her whole being. She closed her eyes, pulsating him within her as he thrust more and more.

"It feels delicious…" she murmured, and he plunged even deeper.

"Would you like to open even more?" he asked, and she nodded, biting her lip in anticipation.

He grabbed her legs and guided them to rest on his shoulders, straightening so that her bum was lifted into the air and he could penetrate her even more. She pushed her feet on his shoulders, gasping again as she felt him reach places inside her which he had never reached before; places she was not sure any man had reached before. They began fucking; gently at first and building up; and groaning in delight Edwin said, "This is the open position…"

"I feel open!" she cried, shaking against him as their rhythm increased. She cried out as he found her deep pleasure centers, wriggling, lost in the absolute pleasure.

"Now!" cried Edwin suddenly, "let's open more!"

He took her legs gently from his shoulders and moved her forwards on the bed, still thrusting inside her passionately. He slid down onto the bed too, pulling her up and lifting her so that he was sitting cross-legged with her on top of him.

"Please," he said, fixing her with those mesmerizing eyes of his, "put your legs around me and sit down".

She did, sliding down on top of his glorious erection. It felt so good that she had to sit right down, swirling her pussy around on top of him and humping him as he thrust deep inside her.

"Wow…" she breathed, as she bounced more, thrilled by the sensations she was experiencing.

"Oh yes, that's right", he groaned.

"What is this position?" she asked; although she did not really need an answer. She gyrated her hips down on top of him, and finding a particularly sensitive place she began fucking him harder and harder, crying out in happiness.

"Yes Lily that's perfect!" he cried, then, "now, hold it!"

She stopped, entranced at the unusualness of this suggestion; squeezing his penis deep deep inside her.

"Ohhhh yes," he moaned, closing his eyes.

"Now, I want you to breathe with me…aaaah…" he exhaled profoundly, and she did the same, releasing her pussy's grip on him slightly.

"Now in," said Edwin and they inhaled together, she squeezing him once more.

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