Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland (14 page)

Alice did this several times, until she felt ready to burst, and then she grabbed Lewis by his hair and ground his mouth into her, smearing her juices all over his face as he worked his magical tongue. The feeling was so overwhelming that Alice’s whole body spasmed uncontrollably, and her climax was so loud she scared a group of jays out of a nearby tree.

She considered going for seconds, pressing against him greedily, wishing she were completely bare down there and deciding Lewis would shave her when they got home. Then Alice slid down his body, his manhood bumping her between the legs as she slid over it, then standing straight at attention as she wrapped her hand around the base.

She licked Lewis, up and down his length as if enjoying a popsicle on a hot summer day. Lewis began to buck and moan, and she ordered him to stay still.

“I can’t,” he groaned. “It’s too intense.”

“Then use the safeword,” she said, teasing him by running her tongue under his purple head.

Lewis shook his other head, his hands clutching the picnic blanket.

Alice took Lewis in her mouth, slowly, inch by delicious inch, and the very idea of what she was doing, coupled with Lewis’s trembling, was such a turn on she was on the verge of another orgasm. Alice began to suck him, bobbing her head up and down, stroking his shaft with increasing speed as Lewis began to cry out, begging for the ribbon to be untied.

“Not yet,” Alice said, pulling off of his manhood and then moving up his body again. She knelt on either side of his waist, lowering herself to him, once again stopping to tease herself. Alice clutched Lewis, hard, and then rubbed him all over her womanhood, using him as she’d used the rabbit vibrator, brushing his velvet head against her lips, her clitoris, then placing just the first inch inside her and moving in small circles.

“Please!” Lewis begging. “I can’t take much more!”

“You’ll take whatever I dish out,” Alice said. “You are my slave, Lewis. My sex toy. I can do with you as I wish. Say it.”

“I’m… I’m your slave.”

His words were just as intense as his tongue upon her.

“Louder!”

“I’m your slave, Alice! I’m your sex toy!”

Alice dropped suddenly, impaling herself upon Lewis, the sudden fullness taking her breath away.

“My tits,” she managed to gasp.

Lewis obediently reached for them, working her nipples as she rode his length, faster and faster, until she couldn’t prevent the climax from overtaking her. Seeking the ribbon, she released the bow knot from Lewis’s manhood and ordered him, “Come! Come for me!”

He did. So did she.

And for the very first time—for real and not as a vibrator-fueled fantasy—Alice felt like a complete woman.

She collapsed into Lewis’s arms, happy, exhausted, and completely satisfied. For the moment, at least.

“Wow,” Lewis said. “That was amazing. I didn’t know it could be like that. You’re… you’re incredible, Alice.”

She snuggled against him. “You did pretty well yourself.”

“I did?”

“Well, you’ll need a bit more training. But I think you’re going to work out just fine.”

His eyes got wide. “You mean, it could always be just like this?”

“No.”

Lewis’s happy expression faded, and he looked like his puppy had just died. “No?”

“Not just like this. I have a lot of other things for us to try,” Alice said.

“Really?” he asked, perking up again.

Alice thought about the many things she’d done in her fantasies. All the scenarios. All the toys. All the role-playing she and Lewis could do together.

“I have a great many ideas, in fact, and I think they will keep us busy for a long, long time.”

Lewis reached out and embraced her. “I love you, Alice. I love you so much. When can we start?”

Alice smiled wickedly, placing her hand on Lewis’s head, pushing him down to her nether regions.

“There’s no time like the present,” she said, wrapping him with her thighs.

The End

Alice will return in
50 Shades Through the Looking Glass…

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