His erection was hard against her belly and she longed to touch it, to touch and taste every part of him. She was delirious with greed, wanting all of him now, but not wanting to move away from the mouth that was giving her so much pleasure.
And yet she did. She pulled back and leant against the tree, panting, her hands on his chest, her eyes meeting the bewilderment in his. 'Kiss me, Billy,' she said. 'Kiss me and touch me the way you've been wanting to.'
He shook his head slightly, seeming to come out of it, but Dee merely grabbed handfuls of his shirt and tugged. 'Anything you want. Everything you've desired,' she promised, her voice husky with her own needs. His gaze moved to her lips and so she licked them provocatively. But it was her hair he touched first, his eyes going wide with wonder, then closing in a sort of primitive ecstasy as the long strands slid through his fingers.
'Do you like my hair, Billy,' she whispered, straining to keep herself still as he explored its softness and texture. 'What else do you like?'
She watched his face, eyes still closed as his hands drifted down from her hair to her shoulders, then eased down to cover her breasts. She could feel the slightly rough grain of his skin through the silk and it drove her mad with its gentleness. Her own hands released his shirt and kneaded the firm flesh of his chest, rubbing her thumbs over his nipples until they too were erect. She wanted him to mirror her action but he was content merely to rest his palms over her breasts.
That wasn't enough. Blood pounded inside her temples, driving her, inciting her, and she pushed her breasts against his passive hands. Dizzying pleasure spiralled through her then like nothing she'd ever experienced, and in that moment she knew they'd make love. No analysis. No moral considerations. Only lust and fulfilment.
Her hands on his chest moved downwards, pressing hard against him, feeling the muscles tense. She was breathing heavily, watching his closed eyes as she slid one of her hands down past the belt at his waist to cover his erection, grasping it firmly through the fabric of his trousers.
His eyes snapped open then and stared into hers, his fingers squeezing convulsively over her breasts as he groaned. Dee felt warm stickiness against her hand.
Her eyes must have widened. She must have evinced surprise. Her experiences with James had been the polar opposite of this… enthusiasm. But in her shock she hadn't time to articulate her thoughts. She merely stood there, her hand falling away as they stared at each other.
And Billy took her silence as a condemnation. He turned away from her and crashed blindly through the undergrowth before she could think to stop him. Perhaps she should have called after him — should have tried to reassure him. But she closed her eyes and leant back against the tree, listening to the sounds of his distress as he ran from her. Her breaths were deep and even now, her mind clear.
Had Billy not run away, she would have lain on the forest floor and made love to him. She would have committed adultery. And she yet would. In her mind, the deed was as good as done and the guilt already laid to rest. She'd have to be careful, but James need never know.
After all, a sexual relationship with Billy couldn't go anywhere. Someone of her own rank might be a threat to her marriage, but not Billy. The revelation she'd experienced earlier had shown her what she wanted from him. Sex and control. She might feel compassion for him, but there was no companionship, no meeting of the minds. Take away the sex and they'd having nothing in common. But Dee didn't intend to take away the sex. She was going to wallow in it.
The next morning James arrived back but Dee barely noticed, filled as she was with the euphoria of her own desires. Her hair was down, literally now, and she took to wearing no underwear. Whether the people around her discerned any change in her behaviour was unimportant. She was too engrossed in her seduction of Billy to care.
Within a week she'd managed three 'connections'. Once after a lecture, there'd been a split second behind the stage curtain where she'd brushed her lips against his and rested a hand over the bulging erection straining his jeans. A couple of afternoons later she'd found him watching her in the cafeteria, and had licked and tongued her icecream with such blatantly sensuality, she'd excited herself probably more than she had him.
Then, there was the pool. She'd known it was his afternoon for swim training, and had secreted herself in the nearby bushes to watch him with binoculars. When she'd arrived, his team-mates had been leaving the pool, all apparently worn out, yet Billy continued to lap, seemingly effortlessly, for a further quarter hour. Then he'd levered himself out.
Water had dripped from his hair, and his skin had been tinted by the late afternoon light, giving him the appearance of a great golden otter. He'd shook the water off himself, then glanced over his shoulder with a furtive, hunted look. Dee had known then that she'd do something reckless.
She'd followed him into the empty change-rooms, ignoring his stuttered protests as she pulled him into a cubicle and pushed him back against the door, already panting with the desire to have him. And he'd simply stared at her, that helpless desire in his eyes that she found impossible to resist.
She'd drawn out the moment as long as she could, but it was probably only a couple of seconds before she'd thrust her hands into his hair and pulled his mouth down to meet hers.
His hands had hung limply at his sides, as though he were fighting her passively, but it only lasted a matter of seconds. Then he'd groaned and pulled her close, kissing her back, frantic to take whatever she was offering, as though frightened it wouldn't last.
And it hadn't.
Although to be fair to him, it would have lasted longer if she hadn't provoked him. But she had, slowing the kiss from brutal to voluptuous as she'd moved in on him, pressing her belly into his heavy erection and grinding against it in slow, circular movements. She'd known he'd be helpless to prevent his ejaculation, and exactly as before he'd been embarrassed and ashamed by its prematurity.
But Dee had kissed him sweetly and told him she'd done it deliberately to excite herself, and not to worry. She'd promised him that when the time came for them to make love, he'd be fine.
Then she'd slipped away unseen but the look of shock on Billy's face as she'd said the words, 'when we make love,' had stayed with her a long time. It made her wonder where he'd thought their relationship was leading, if not towards sex.
Chapter Five
In a corner of his room, Billy sat in the dark, rocking. He ignored his empty stomach and the stubble that grazed his forearm to stared out the window, unable to think of anything but her.
When we make love. The words mindlessly repeated themselves inside his mind — the same words he'd been hearing for days.
He couldn't hide forever. And part of him didn't want to. That wicked part wanted her to find him, to kiss him again and to make him come. But the next time would be the time she didn't stop. He knew that. Then it would be all over.
If only he could go back time.
It wasn't at all the way he'd imagined it would be. She wasn't the way he'd imagined. The virtuous, almost virginal woman of his fantasies had always been pliant in his arms, allowing him plenty of time to kiss her gently, to realise what they were doing was wrong. And to stop. But this woman, this… voracious temptress was like a whirlwind, giving and taking without time for second thoughts.
Although, in all other ways she had lived up to his expectations. She was more beautiful than he'd imagined, and sexier than he could have believed a woman could be. And what she did to him…
Billy bit his lip as his penis stirred to life again, and he damned it. Damned her.
She was like a runaway train, dragging him around sharp bends, racing him down steep slopes, scaring him half to death — and then showing him heaven's door. It felt so good, but it couldn't be right. Wasn't right.
He'd turned into a rabbit, always looking over his shoulder, wondering when she'd pounce on him next, and the anticipation was agony. But worse was the knowledge that he wanted her to pounce, and when she did, he couldn't get enough of her. At least he wasn't fooled by her euphemisms. Her actions betrayed her. She didn't want
