Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan by Elizabeta Brooke Read Free Book Online Page B

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