Jack lived in a small cottage, separate from the servant’s quarters. Alice knew that Jack normally ate his meals in the kitchen with the other servants. But tonight was different.
“Sit tight. I’ll be right back,” he said.
Alice sat alone on his bed and looked around the tiny room. The walls were bare, the floor naked. There was only a bed and a small, plain table and chair. A bedside table with a short candle and candleholder, and a deck of cards.
The sun set. The shadows grew longer and ran their fingers over Alice. She shivered. To pass the time, she turned the cards over to see their faces. It was a tarot deck with colorful illustrations of cups, swords, pentacles, and wands. Alice shuffled through and found what she was looking for. The hanged man. He was naked, except for the loincloth. She turned the card upside down. The face was too small to really tell what sort of face he had.
Alice set the cards down, and watched the door. There was still no sign of Jack. Darkness was beginning to slip in, but she decided to keep the light off.
She looked down at the bed covers and ran her hands along it. The coverlet wasn’t as soft as the covers from her own bed. She picked up the pillow. It also wasn’t as soft, but she supposed Jack was used to it. She checked the door again. No sound. Alice put the pillow to her face, closed her eyes, and inhaled. She could smell his musky male scent.
The door opened.
Alice threw the pillow to its place on the bed and blurted out, “Nothing!”
“What?” Jack asked.
“What?” Alice asked.
Jack stood still and stared. He looked bemused. He held a pot of food in each hand with a napkin tucked under his arm.
“Will I still be hungry enough for dinner back at the manor?”
“Don’t worry,” Jack said. “What I brought you won’t satisfy your hunger…for food.”
Alice laughed, butterflies in her belly.
Jack placed everything on the table and moved the table to Alice so that the bed functioned as her chair. He pulled the one chair over for himself.
Alice admired how his muscles rippled in his arms and chest as he set the table. He caught her admiring him. He smiled. She giggled. Her face felt hot.
Jack pulled matches from his pants pocket, reaching down to that place Alice often dreamed about. He lit the candle. The shadows recoiled to dance on the walls.
Jack picked up the napkin and climbed behind Alice on the bed.
“What are you doing?” Alice laughed.
“Keep your head straight and close your eyes.”
Alice did as he asked, and felt the fabric of the napkin blindfold her. Jack’s hands rested on her shoulders, massaging them. Alice dropped her head and sighed. He erased the tension in her neck and the worries from her mind.
But he stopped too soon. Then again, Alice guessed anytime a massage ends is too soon. She felt the bed quake and heard Jack climbing off the bed. Alice opened her eyes behind the fabric.
“No peeking,” Jack said.
She closed her eyes again. It didn’t matter. All she could see with her eyes open was down her nose.
She heard the chair scrape against the floor as though he were moving to sit close to her. The ting of a pot opened.
Silence.
“Open your mouth,” Jack said.
“What are you going to do?” Alice laughed again. Her heart sped up in anticipation.
“Trust me,” he said.
Silence.
Alice smiled and cautiously opened her mouth. She felt something cold at her lips and touched her tongue to it.
Chocolate!
Dripping from — she gently bit down — a strawberry.
The juices filled her mouth. She shivered, and bit, and chewed.
“Another?” Jack asked softly. His voice rumbled and warmed her belly.
“Yes. Please.”
Silence.
“Try this,” he said. “And don’t bite.”
Alice laughed. “Jack!”
“Trust me,” he said.
She opened her mouth and tasted a drop of cinnamon pudding on her tongue. She closed her lips. Found her lips wrapped around two of Jack’s fingers.
She swirled her tongue around his fingers, licking off the spicy pudding.
Jack groaned.
Alice brought her hands to his and guided his fingers deeper into her mouth.
Jack growled. He removed his fingers. What would come next?
Alice faked a sigh.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I know what I really want,” she replied with a sing-song voice, “but I didn’t bring my hairbrush.”
Suddenly, his lips were planted upon hers. His kiss was urgent, passionate, hungry. When he broke from the kiss, Alice ripped off the blindfold.
She grinned at the pot of strawberries covered in chocolate. “My turn.”
“You’re going to blindfold me?”
Alice shook her head no.
She picked up one of the strawberries and placed it between her teeth. With a single finger she gave Jack the “come hither” gesture. Jack moved towards Alice like a panther. Her heartbeat quickened.
Jack placed a gentle kiss on her lips, taking the strawberry into his mouth. Alice wrapped her arms around him, sharing with him her lips, her taste, her love.
She completed her kiss and opened her eyes to see him gulping down the strawberry.
“Delicious,” he said warmly, his eyes sparkled like diamonds. “Stand up.”
Alice did. Jack spun her so her back was to him. He lifted her hair to expose the nape of her neck. With that one gesture, she felt completely naked
Wasn’t that strange?
His hands were firm on her shoulders. She could feel his eager breath. Her nipples hardened.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
Alice took in a breath and held it, as though fighting to believe his words. She felt a lump lodged in her throat. Jack undid the buttons along the back of her dress. Her spine tingled at the exposure. Jack kissed the nape of her neck, another further down, and further still. She shivered in delight, releasing a moan.
“So beautiful.”
Beautiful? Did Jack really think she was beautiful? Or was it just for her to enjoy the moment. Whatever he truly thought, his words had an effect on her. She felt her pussy become wet.
Jack pushed down the sleeves of her dress, slowly lowering her dress down her arms. He placed soft kisses down to the base of her spine. Then he caressed the fabric against her legs as he slid her dress down. It bundled at her ankles.
“Beautiful.”
Alice took it in, honoring the tightness in her stomach. Yes, it was still hard to believe him.
But her body still enjoyed every word, every caress. Her breasts ached to be touched, her panties were damp.
His coarse palms swept up her legs, bottom, back, to her shoulders. She felt his warmth, his appreciation for her.
He turned her around so they were face to face. He still had his pants on, and she, her underwear. But it was the way he looked into her eyes that made her feel naked.
Not even her skin protected her from the way he seemed to see straight into her soul.
He seemed to be searching for something within her. Permission, perhaps? No. Something else.
“Do you realize what you do to me?” Jack said, his hands warm on her shoulders.
Alice was startled by the question.
All this time she noticed what he was doing to her…
Jack picked up her hand and placed it on his chest. His heart drummed a tattoo.
“Alice, you are truly a beautiful, beautiful woman.”
Feeling the beating of his heart, she was starting to believe his words. Beautiful. She was beautiful. Her eyes welled up as she heard her voice yelling at herself to believe it.
He pulled her into a hug. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest. She fought against the choking sobs. She was not going to ruin the moment. Damn, all these tears coming in spades. She could barely see. Alice breathed through, feeling his body, his love, close to her. His back had so much warm skin for her hands to explore.
She felt desire. A desire to love him. A desire to show him her gratitude for all his being.
He gently broke their embrace, looked into her eyes, and searching her face he asked, “Are you okay?”
She wanted to be filled with him.
Alice wiped away her tears and nodded. Now it was her turn. She yanked off his suspenders, grabbed the front rim of his pants and said with a hungry voice, “Take this off.”
He laughed. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve been sure of wanting you this way for several years.”
She wanted to hold him, to see him for all he truly was. She wanted to show him what she learned from Caterpillar. But that was just a dream. Did her sexual discovery on how to please a man in that wonderland also apply to reality?
He kissed her as he undid his trousers. Alice poured her fingers inside to feel his length, hot in her hands. The first time she felt a real one.
His cock actually pulsed in her hand, hardened. How did something so soft become so solid? Alice’s heart pounded. Her pussy tingled at the thought of him pushing it inside of her.
Jack pulled back to remove his pants. Alice went on her knees. She put her hands around his cock again.
“Wait,” Jack said removing her hands.
Alice looked up, confused. “I want to pleasure you. To show you I love you.”
Jack smiled. “Don’t you understand?” He raised her hands so that she would stand. “I get the most pleasure from seeing your pleasure. If you truly love me-” Jack guided her to sit on the bed, “-then you’ll let me show you my love.”
He bent over to kiss her lips, and cradled her head as he coaxed her to lie down on the bed. Her legs hung over the side of the bed.
Jack caressed the side of her breast as he kissed her. She arched her back into his touch, but his fingers danced around the edges, never touching the tip that yearned for attention.
She broke from his kiss. “Jack, please.”
He peered deep into her eyes, shadows playing across his expression of love. As he moved his fingers onto her nipple, she closed her eyes and sighed with delight.
She felt his other hand on her chest. His fingers clutched her breasts, gripping them, kneading them. He plucked and tugged at her nipples. The jolts those hands sent through her body made her hungry for more.
She opened her eyes, Jack looked like he was enjoying her response to his touch.
He nuzzled her neck. Alice gasped. She had no idea kisses there could feel so good. He nibbled her ear, she squealed, his warm mouth arousing her. She throbbed. Alice squeezed her legs together. Lord, she almost had an orgasm just from Jack nibbling her ear!
Jack traced a line of kisses down to a breast, and took the nipple in his mouth, his hot tongue swirling. Alice placed her hands on his head and pushed herself deeper into his mouth. Alice took it all in. How it was to feel Jack’s ravenous lips clamp down on her breast. To feel Jack’s wet tongue polish her nipple. To feel Jack’s hot breath on her skin. To feel Jack. To really feel him.
A part of her wished she had a pillow under her head so she wouldn’t have to lift her head to look at Jack. But she didn’t dare say anything that might ruin the moment.
She ran her hands through his scruffy hair. Then, from out of nowhere, she had the urge to feel his chin, to feel what the stubs of his facial hair were like.
She lifted her head to look at Jack, reached her hands down and felt the roughness of his chin. Rough and somehow comforting.
Jack looked up at her. She took her hands off his face.
“Is something wrong?” He asked.
She put her hands back on his grizzled chin. “I like the feel of your face,” Alice said thinking how stupid that must have sounded.
But Jack smiled and bent down to lavish his wet attention on her other breast.
Alice rested her head. With a low, sensuous moan, she clenched her thighs in anticipation.
Jack replaced his lips with his hands and leaned up to meet her lips. “I love you, Alice.” He kissed her.
All those dreams she had of wanting to hear Jack say those words. All those fantasies of him confessing his love to her. Now it was actually happening.
Hearing his words of love made her dizzy. It was a good thing she was lying down.
Jack hooked the sides of her panties and removed them.
Alice’s chest fluttered.
Jack opened her legs. Alice could only see the top half of his head between her thighs. Jack looked back at her. What was that look? It almost looked predatory. Alice’s body flushed at his daring glare. He kissed the inside of her thigh. Then kissed the inside of her other thigh. All the while he kept his eyes locked on hers. Jack kissed her first thigh again, closer to her center. Then the other thigh. He made this slow back and forth journey of kisses inching to her core. And it wasn’t the kisses that Alice felt were closing in on her. It was that look. That look in his eyes working its way into her very soul. All the locked doors she had previously held shut to protect her, all the impossible doorways, too small for anyone to get through to reach her. Jack was knocking each one down with that look.
Alice’s heart thundered.
He was so close.
He suddenly thrust his tongue into her. Alice gasped. What happened to slow? What happened to gradual?
Jack’s tongue pushed in and out of her, pressing at her inner walls as if to knock those down, too.
Alice moaned, all coherent thoughts gone.
Jack sucked and lavished her folds. She was slick and overflowing with her essence. Her muscles tensed as she felt something build inside her.
Why was Jack being so good to her? Alice barely touched him. Why did he act as though he didn’t care about receiving pleasure? He’d said that her own pleasure gave him the most pleasure.
Alice breathed out. If she wanted to please Jack, she needed to let herself fully appreciate his embrace.
Alice felt the roughness of Jack’s chin at her pussy, his mouth upon her clit. A flush of heat rippled from between her thighs across her chest and to her face. She cried out. Hands were squeezing her breasts.
Whose hands are those? Alice wondered. Oh, wait. They’re mine.
His tongue, Jack’s tongue, circled around. Like the minute hand on a clock, his tongue traced the hours.
Believe it, Alice told herself. She panted, as Jack’s tongue did its magic. She clutched her breasts and pulled her nipples.
Jack’s hot licks clocked faster, twirling in hard, slippery laps. Then he slipped a fingertip inside her. Alice bunched the bed covers in her fists, her body tensing, her head lifting off the bed. That finger pushed just through her entrance. Lord, his powerful tongue on her clit!
Believe it, Alice told herself again. Jack loves you. Believe it.
Deeper, the finger went. Alice was close. She could feel it. And what was that? Another finger pushing in to join the first!
Alice tossed her head and panted. Oh. My. Lord. Her pussy pulsed around Jack’s fingers.
“More!” she moaned.
His fingers pushed deeper into her.
Alice shuddered. Oh!
Another finger slipped inside, the three digits pumping into her.
She tensed, inhaled.
Jack licked, rapid, around and around.
She screamed.
His fingers were deep all the way in, wiggling and stroking and touching and playing.
Alice exhaled. “Jack!”
Her stomach tightened and her head lifted off the bed and she shouted out incoherently and she heard her heart pounding in her ears and her pussy clenched around Jack’s fingers and she felt herself gush and fireworks exploded in her head and Jack’s love electrified her entire body.
And she believed.
Alice panted. She let her head rest on the bed to catch her breath. She didn’t realize how tiring a climax could be. And she didn’t even do any of the work!
She was still pulsing around his fingers. Jack kept them inside her and sat beside her on the bed. Alice looked up at his face above her. His chin glistened in the candlelight. Alice caressed his chin. Rough. Wet. Jack kissed her and Alice tasted herself on his lips.
Jack removed his fingers. He climbed on top of her and cradled her head in his hands with a loving embrace. She felt the realness of his full body, his love, solid upon her. His chest on her breasts. His hips on hers. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.
Her arms around him, she wrapped her legs around his torso and squeezed her love for him.
Alice felt Jack against her folds.
He propped himself up on his hands above her and peered into her eyes.
“I’ve wanted to be inside you for so long,” he said.
He reached down and brushed his cock up and down between her folds as he kissed her cheek.
When Alice felt him push his mushroom tip just inside, butterflies fluttered in her belly.
Jack kissed her lips.
A trial. To see how much she could hold. She was stretched. She gasped. She shuddered. He was big. The jury was still out on that one.
He planted his mouth on her breasts, and painted her budding red nipples until they blossomed wet with his tongue.
Now she was ready. She pulled him in deeper, until they were skin upon skin. More! She wanted more!
“Jack, Fill me or I’ll go mad!”
Jack raised his head and smiled at Alice. “Your gorgeous when you’re mad.”
He kissed her.
He filled her.
He held her.
Alice sucked in a deep breath, and bit her lip. Feeling herself stretched wide open like that. Ah, it was so good.
He was inside her. Jack was inside her. She let out a small cry and sucked in another breath. So big. So much of him. Her body trembled with the promise of another orgasm. Alice tried to adjust to his size by moving just a little. She let out another small cry and sucked in a breath. Her pussy squeezed around his cock feeling how wide it stretched her. The sensation was too much. He was touching her sensitive nerves. He was touching her inner walls. He was touching her heart. A wave rumbled in her body demanding that she move again. Alice shifted her hips and let out another cry.
“Jack!” A second orgasm wracked her body.
She wrapped her arms around his chest and held him close.
He held her tenderly. Time drifted.
Alice noticed Jack was getting soft. Jack brushed her cheek.
“I need to move,” he said looking in her eyes. “Are you ready?”
Alice nodded. She felt his length pull out and then fill her. Slow strokes. Alice relaxed and let him move within, enjoying the sensations. He was getting harder. Bigger.
Unbelievable. He was with her. Inside her. Jack. Beloved Jack. Feeling that big, beautiful cock of his sliding in and out of her scorching wet pussy, feeling his strong arms holding her tight, feeling his muscular body on top of her own, Alice’s body never felt this way before. It wasn’t just the sensations. It was more than that. It was the man that was Jack. It was this woman that was Alice. It was the union of them. As one. Together.
Jack thrust faster, his arms tighter around her. The combined scents of his musky cock inside her tart pussy made her head swim. The pounding of his hips on her clit shot powerful bolts of lightning through her body. Her breaths climbed to reach the peak.
And she realized. What they had together, their bond, that’s what made her body feel so alive. All that time concentrating on trying to orgasm just got in the way. This whole time, all she really needed was to love. And be loved. And to accept that she could be loved.
“Jack,” Alice whispered and arched her back. “I feel you.”
Jack took her hand in his. “I have you.”
That sent her over the edge. Her body convulsed beneath him, waves of ecstasy washing over her.
Jack cried out and shoved his cock deep inside her, grinding his waist against her wet clit. Those gyrating hips against her nub made those waves of ecstasy turn into a hurricane. She arched her back pressing her electrified nipples into his beefy chest.
He shot his seed into her. “Alice!”
“Yes!” She closed her legs tight around him, thrusting her hips up to meet his. Fire scorched through her body. Her toes curled. Her pussy quaked with spasms as she felt his hot liquid shoot into her. She throbbed around his thick shaft. Her clit pulsed. As the exhilarating storm passed, Jack’s love broke through her clouds, shining upon her. Her heart swelled.
No longer insignificant. No longer small. Alice felt big. Beautifully big.
She held Jack. He was still, except for his chest rising and falling.
He caressed her cheek and smiled. “How do you feel?”
She ran her fingertips over his face and stroked the bristles on his chin. “I feel like this is the beginning of a wonderful adventure.”