In Wonderland

The chatter stopped. The riddles evaporated.

As I worked my hand between her legs, Alice’s head fell forward against my shoulder. Her blonde hair spilled over my arm like silk. She wasn't talking about teapots or time anymore. She was just breathing, short, sharp hitches of air that grew louder with every movement of my fingers.

She was incredibly wet. It was unnatural, almost magical, as if her body had been holding back a flood for years and I had just opened the floodgates. The cotton of her panties was soaked through, translucent and clinging to her swollen flesh.

"You're drowning, Alice," I whispered, sliding my hand deeper, coating my fingers in her slick heat.

"I..." She tried to speak, but her voice cracked. She swallowed hard, her blue eyes wide and unfocused, staring up at the paper lanterns. "I can't... I can't find the words, Ray. They're all melting."

"Don't look for words," I murmured, leaning in to kiss the pulse point below her ear. "Just feel."

I hooked my fingers into the elastic of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her hips obediently, a clumsy, eager movement, **** to be free of the barrier. I slid the fabric down her legs until it hung loose around one ankle, leaving her completely exposed to the cool night air and my warm hand.

I looked at her. Her legs were spread wide on the edge of the table, her blue skirt bunched at her waist, her pale skin glowing in the soft light. She looked ****, but more than that, she looked entranced.

I touched her again, skin on skin. My thumb found her clitoris, slick and hard.

Alice let out a long, shaky exhale, her body shuddering. "It’s so... sensitive. I feel it everywhere. In my fingers. In my teeth."

"That's desire, Alice. It connects everything."

I began to circle her slowly. I didn't rush toward the peak. I wanted her to marinate in the sensation. I watched her face transform. The inquisitive frown smoothed out. Her lips parted. A flush spread across her chest, turning her pale skin a deep, rosy pink.

"Is this..." She paused, biting her lip as I applied a little more pressure. "...is this what being real feels like?"

"Yes."

I moved my hand lower, to her entrance. It was glistening. I pressed one finger inside.

Alice gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the table so hard the wood creaked. Her eyes squeezed shut. "Oh! It’s... full. It feels... full."

"Relax," I soothed her, holding my finger still inside her tight warmth. "Let your body accept it."

I waited until her muscles unclenched, trusting me. Then I began to move. Slowly. In and out. Dragging my finger through her incredible wetness, listening to the wet, squelching sound it made.

"You're making a mess," I teased gently.

Alice opened her eyes. They were dark, dilated, swimming with tears of stimulation. She looked down at where we were connected. "I can't help it," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "It just... keeps coming. Like a fountain."

"Good."

I added a second finger. Alice’s head snapped back, a silent scream of pleasure forming on her lips. She arched her back, pressing her chest forward, offering herself to the sensation. The stretch was intense for her, I could tell. She was unused, tight, pristine. But the wetness made it easy.

I curled my fingers inside her, hitting the front wall of her pussy.

"Ahhh!" She cried out, her legs kicking out involuntarily. "There! Right there!"

"You like that?"

"I don't know!" she wailed, tossing her head. "It's too much! It's overwhelming! It makes me want to... to scream!"

"Then scream," I said. "No one is listening but the sleepers."

I kept up the rhythm, twisting my hand, letting my knuckles rub against her clit while my fingers stretched her deep inside. I was mapping her out, teaching her nerves how to fire in a way they never had before.

She began to rock her hips against my hand, finding her own rhythm, clumsy but instinctual. She was learning fast. The curiosity that defined her was now focused entirely on her own pleasure.

"It’s building," she panted, clutching my arm with both hands now, anchoring herself. "Something is winding up inside me, Ray. A knot... a tight, hot knot..."

"Don't fight it," I commanded softly, leaning my forehead against hers, looking deep into her eyes. "Let it break."

"I'm scared," she admitted, her voice tiny.

"I've got you," I repeated. "I'm right here. I'm holding you."

I sped up. Squelch. Squelch. The sound was obscene in the quiet forest. Alice was panting, small whimpers escaping her throat. She was on the edge of a precipice she had never seen before, looking down into a world of pure adulthood.

"Trust me, Alice," I growled.

I drove my fingers deep and ground my thumb hard against her pearl.

She shattered.