And He Hoped - Part 2
I don't own Alice in Wonderland or any of its characters. Based on the 2010 Tim Burton film.
Rated M for explicit adult content.
I extend a heart-felt Thank You to my wonderful friend and Beta-Reader, Wanderamaranth. This story is all the better because of her. :)
Tarrant dreams that Alice came to him, but it felt so real that he begins to wonder if it had been more than just a dream...
This is a Companion Piece to "And She Knew." This story is based on the following lyrics from the song "Hallelujah" written by Leonard Cohen and sung by Rufus Wainwright.
This story is dedicated to Paradisical.
"And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew your Hallelujah"
And He Hoped - Part 2
"Allow me, Tarrant," Alice whispered, pulling back from him.
He reluctantly released her and she stepped back. "Sit down," she said, beckoning to a chair.
Tarrant pulled the chair away from the table and to the centre of the floor. He sat and watched her, unwilling to blink for fear of missing a single moment of her disrobing.
She had been wise to put distance between them, for had she not, he would be unable to enjoy the wickedly sensual pleasure of seeing her skin being slowly revealed as her delicate butterfly fingers slowly and teasingly moved to the hem of her chemise and begin to inch it upward.
Tarrant sucked in his breath as he saw her bare midriff exposed to his hungry gaze. His already voracious appetite was whetted further as he saw her cupids bow mouth curve into that sort of smile.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked huskily.
He could see that she was nervous, but he easily excused that. Of course she would be, for likely she had never been with a man before, and baring herself to him drew upon more of her Muchness than slaying the Jabberwocky had.
Tarrant tried to speak, but his throat was strangely and frustratingly constricted. He nodded instead, and wondered if his eyes were changing colour. Were they lavender, as he knew they were when he thought of his love for her? Were they also perhaps tinged with the gold of desire, and even, perhaps, the white flecks of lust?
Whatever they revealed evidently pleased her, for she smiled once more and inched the chemise up further, revealing the bottoms of her breasts. Tarrant felt his hands clench the sides of the chair. He must not rush to her! Not yet!
Her breasts had ripened in the time she had been away, for they were certainly more lush then they had been before, if his occasional peeks at them through her various gowns last time she had been here had been any correct indicator. The line between them and her midriff wanted kissing, but he knew he must not just yet. She wanted him to Wait, and Wait he would.
Alice's lips quivered momentarily with renewed nervousness. Then, her eyes meeting his, and seeing his eagerness and appreciation for her womanly form so far, she pulled the offending thing completely up and over her head and tossed it aside.
Her breasts bounced and jiggled as the chemise was thrown aside and a nipple was suddenly in his mouth and his hands were kneading her globes as he was (how?) on his knees (when?) before her and she was gasping in surprise and delight.
He pressed his naked chest (when had he removed his clothing? There were lots of layers, after all, and... Don't think, laddie!) to her thinly covered thighs as he suckled her little apricot nipple. He then drew it between the gap in his teeth and sucked slightly harder, causing her to giggle at first, then her knees to sag. Tarrant wrapped his strong arms around her thighs and held her upright so he could continue to enjoy her breasts.
No, his breasts, too! And they were, they were! She was his now, wasn't she? She loved him, and she was giving herself to him. Yes, she was all his. Her Alice-person, her Alice-mind, heart, thoughts, emotions, and her body as well.
"Mine!" he vaguely heard himself growl as he stood and moved to her other breast to kiss and suckle and worship (and yes, to Mark).
"Yes, yes," Alice gasped, "yours!"
She gasped as he teased her nipple into a hardness that must have been almost painful. He knew that arousal-to-the-point-of-pain feeling quite well. In fact, he knew it too well. He had only himself to tend to his raging desire for her while she was away. When the Need became too great he had to touch himself and imagine that it was she who was caressing him, stroking him, whispering his name, wanting more, more, ever more!
Stop it! Slow down else ye'll not be able to pleasure the lass properly!
Suddenly Alice pulled away from him, panting. "Sit down," she said, gesturing to the chair once more. "I need to Bind you to your Throne."
The words were odd, yet they made a strange sort of sense. (What sense? Stop thinking about it!) He seated himself slowly as Alice looked to be trying to compose herself. He couldn't resist a smirk when he saw the pink spot on her right breast that would surely darken into a nicely made Mark! Well done, Hightopp!
"Smirking now, are we?" she teased, eyes glowing with mirth. From beneath the waistline of her bloomers she suddenly produced several white scarves. "Well, smirk away," she continued, "when you are tied and I can do with you whatever I please!"
Tarrant giggled, an octave higher than he intended, then cleared his throat and attempted to regain the loss of dignity. Well, as much dignity as a naked man sitting on a kitchen chair could conceivably have.
"I think I shall smirk quite a bit, my Alice!"
The young woman blushed and averted her gaze while Tarrant sat compliantly. She bound his wrists to the arms of the chair firmly, but not overly tightly, and then she secured his ankles to the legs.
"There!" she said, surveying her work, and then, for the first time ever, allowed her gaze to light directly on his manhood.
"Oh, my!" she whispered, whether in awe, fear, or both, Tarrant could not discern.
"Alice?"
"I'm...all right," she said wonderingly, her eyes large and now blue-silver. She knelt before him and peered closer. "I've...never seen a man before. Well," she blushed, "other than in books that I was not supposed to see! I...I just never expected it to be so...so..."
"Large? Strange?" No response. She just continued to stare at his Little Hatter! "Um...please don't think he's scary, lass!"
"Oh, no!" Her eyes flitted up to his. "Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of..cute.".
"Cute?" Tarrant suddenly wasn't sure if he should be offended or not. Truthfully, he was not offended, but surely he should at least pretend to be! "Alice, a man's...Manhood, is not...cute!"
"Oh?" She quirked a golden brow at him. "Why ever not? Yours is beautifully pale with a hint of lavender. The tip is almost purple, which I adore, and the head also looks sort of like a mushroom! And I rather think mushrooms are cute! Besides, it all nestles in the most dreamy and candy-coloured orange nest that I could ever wish for my Little Hatter!"
She called it her Little Hatter! Tarrant burst into laughter.
"What's so funny?" she asked, with obvious mock displeasure.
"I think of him as my Little Hatter!"
Alice laughed now, too. "Do you? Well, what a wonderful co-incidence!" Then she peered at the engorged root once more. "However, he's really not so little, is he?" She touched a fingertip to its base and gently traced it upwards to the head. Tarrant groaned and Alice grinned. "In fact," she added, "I would say that he is impressively large! Yes...quite impressively large."
"Alice," he groaned, as her fingertip brushed the sensitive tip, "please! You are testing my endurance! If you don't slow down, I'll not be able to give you what I think we both want."
She returned her gaze to his face. "I beg your pardon?"
"I...ah..." Tarrant was determined to choose his words carefully. "Alice, if you please me too much, I'll lose what it is that keeps me hard. If I am not hard, then I cannot...that is..."
"You won't be able to make me a woman in the way we are about to?" Her eyes were large, but filled with unmistakable tenderness.
"That's right."
"Well, can't it become hard again?"
"Of course! But it would take some time, and..."
"That's good enough for me," she said saucily and grinned at him. "Tarrant, please allow me to do as I wish! I may not know what I'm doing exactly, but I think that what I want to do will guide me. Besides, you can tell me what you like, can't you?"
Tarrant didn't respond, as thoughts of his Alice touching him, and better yet, wanting to touch him, were consuming his brain and shoving aside all coherent thought.
He felt her warm hand grasp his root gently and begin to stroke the flesh in a tentative upward and downward motion. He groaned loudly and his eyes flew down to her, kneeling before him, her face between his knees and studying her own hand and the reactions she was eliciting from him with her simple, untried touches.
He saw her smile as she experimented with her grip and speed. She stroked his shaft up and down, and occasionally flicked her thumb over the smooth tip. Tarrant twitched and moaned. Had he ever felt a touch so divine? He closed his eyes to better savour every delightful sensation. After a few minutes of sweet torment he felt her stop.
"What's this?" she asked.
Tarrant looked down and saw the drops of pre-cum she was now staring at with unabashed curiosity.
"That's my seed, Alice. It means I am coming closer to...releasing it."
"Oh!" She leaned so close to his Little Hatter now that he could feel her warm breath.
"Alice," he groaned, "please! Ah can nae tek much mauer!"
She didn't seem to hear him. She studied the translucent white droplets, and then, to his surprise she swept them onto her index finger and lifted it to her nose, sniffing.
"Slightly salty and musky," she observed, her voice lowering a little. "I wonder..."
Tarrant was so entranced by the sight that he could not speak, could not tell her to not do it! But...did he want to stop her? Did he really?
Alice's kitten tongue emerged from between her coral lips and swiftly swept away the droplets. She cocked her head as she swirled her tongue against the roof of her mouth for a few moments before swallowing.
"I think I rather like your taste, Tarrant," she said. Then, after pondering for a moment, she nodded decisively. "Yes, I do, indeed. I like your taste!"
"Oh, by the White!" he groaned, the discomfort of his arousal heightening at her confession.
She didn't ask him for permission, not even when he tensed and strained against his bonds (not to stop her, but to endure his ever growing and intensifying need). He was thankful for the bonds, for they allowed him to struggle and have some small outlet for the raging passion that was focused in his loins. Alice truly had no idea of what she was doing to him! Yet...he would have it no other way. He wanted her to make him suffer like this. He gloried in every moment and delighted in her joy at learning his body and taking obvious pleasure in doing so.
No, she didn't ask his permission as she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over his "mushroom" tip. Tarrant gritted his teeth, torn between begging her to stop and pleading with her to continue indefinitely. Her warm and eager Alice-mouth now closed over the head firmly and began to suck.
"Alice!" Tarrant cried out, much as he had the countless times he had touched himself and called her name in desperation and much-needed relief.
"Hmmm?" she asked, not removing her mouth from him, but experimentally drawing in more of his length. She seemed to realise that he was not asking her a question at all, but rather, enjoying what she was doing.
Oh, and he was! As long as he had waited for her to return to him, and as long as he had dreamed of at long last confessing his love to her, he had never dared to believe, truly believe, that he would have the opportunity to do so. And he had certainly not dared to hope that she would ever do this for him, and enjoy it! She clearly did.
Tarrant could not tear his eyes from the site of her golden head as she began to bob in a slow rhythm. Occasionally she would pause to suck on him a little harder or to trace her tongue over an engorged vein or swirl around his throbbing shaft. He could see her continue to minister to him diligently, and after a few minutes he realised that she was determined to draw his entire length into her mouth. He knew better, however. He was rather on the large size of men, (and he did not stop to ponder on why he knew that) but he knew that it would take Alice more than one time to master such a feat.
"Alice," he said, desperately now, "An can nae wait much longer! Please, please let meh...hae yeh!"
Slowly, as if to tease him, she drew her mouth up and off, dragging her teeth gently across the engorged head. She licked her lips, making them shine, and looked at him.
"Are you sure?"
He couldn't help but laugh. "Am Ah sure? Lass, Ah've wanted yeh sew badleh fer sew long Ah can nae tell yeh!"
"Very well," she replied, grinning. She gave his Little Hatter one final, teasing lick before she rose and studied her bound and quivering lover.
"You are incredibly beautiful, Tarrant," she said quietly and reverently, sweeping her gaze over his entire body. "And...yes. Keep your top hat on!"
He was still wearing his top hat? Why, he hadn't planned on that! How... Don't think about it!
"But first," she said teasingly, reaching for the small shears on the kitchen table, "your hair wants cutting!"
Odd, Tarrant thought, he didn't recall placing shears on the table. Then he shrugged. It wasn't important. What was important was that Alice was here and they should just enjoy each other.
Alice moved behind him, leaned down and kissed his ear. "Tarrant," she breathed airily, "do you mind if I take a lock?"
Her nipples brushing between his shoulders made him shudder and inhale sharply.
"Geh ahead, lass!" He had no idea why she decided that now, of all times, she wanted a lock of his hair, but who was he to complain? After all, taking a lock of hers had crossed his muddled mind more than once. However, his mind was not so muddled lately, he suddenly realised. Ever since he had met Alice again, his mind had become less murky and crowded with Voices. Thinking of her calmed and focused him almost as much as hat-making did.
Snip! "I have a lovely one, Tarrant!" Alice said, passing the lock before his eyes triumphantly. "Now, are you ready for me?" She stopped speaking and giggled. "Never mind, I do believe that I already asked you that!"
Alice came around and faced him. "Shall I untie you, Tarrant?"
"Yes," he lisped, barely able to believe that she was going to allow him to make love to her completely. She was giving herself to him! She loved him and she was going to be utterly his!
"Ah, Alice, Ah can nae believe tha' yeh love meh!"
"I do love you, Tarrant," she said, untying him swiftly. As he flexed his fingers and toes and shifted his limbs, Alice continued. "I've longed for this moment, Tarrant! I...I think of you all the time. I feel incomplete without you." She inhaled and exhaled. Then she smiled and sat on the chair between his thighs, facing him and draping her legs over the tops of his.
Unbidden, Tarrant hands found her hips and pulled her closer, his erection probing the moistness between her open thighs (open for him!).
"Alice," he said, "Ah wanted teh taste o' yeh first."
"Taste..of me?" She snuggled closer. "I don't know what you mean."
Oh, the sweet, innocent girl! He would have to show her, teach her everything he knew; and what he didn't know they would discover together.
"Ah want teh taste yeh lak yeh tasted meh." He brought a hand around and snaked it between her spread legs. The moment his fingers probed her maidenhood her eyes widened and she gasped and shuddered.
"Oh, Tarrant! That's...that's..."
Tarrant smiled as he wriggled his fingers, delighted when her eyes rolled upwards and she quivered. When he teased his fingertips over her clit her moistness became wetness and he couldn't resist swirling his fingers over and around that sensitive nub. Her head lolled backwards and her hips bucked against his hand.
Well, he thought, he may not taste of her this time, but he could do this! She clutched his shoulders but only one hand could clasp him, as the other was still holding his lock of hair. Tarrant watched her face as a myriad of expressions including confusion, curiosity, embarrassment, and delight danced across it. He now varied his movements, slipping a finger along and then inside her wet slit. She rode his fingers and the thumb pressing and circling her clit until her shuddering culminated in a wracking spasm of bliss.
"Tarrant! I...I had no idea this could be so...euphoric!"
Her face was radiant and her eyes showed more silver than ever. Why were her eyes changing?
"Tarrant, I'm ready now! Please!"
He didn't need a second invitation. Her arms were around his neck and his hands were on her hips, pulling her forward and the tip of him was slipping inside her; her hot, warm, and welcoming place that was just for him.
He kissed her cheeks and lips and forehead, hoping to distract her from the pain he knew he must be causing her. There were tears in her eyes, but her determination and Muchness shone through as she continued to wriggle, breathe heavily and urge her body to stretch and wrap around him and welcome him Inside.
Tarrant hated hurting her, but it seemed that his kisses and caresses were helping. His Alice was not asking him to stop. In fact, she was urging him on.
"Tarrant, I love you so much!" she murmured against his lips.
"Alice, I love you, too! I...I can't believe you are...that we are..." Thankfully he had his brogue under control!
"Shhh..." she said, kissing his lips again, and this time when he gently pushed and she urged her pelvis forward, they finally connected completely.